Best Besieges Poems
The ink of your red heart
Sips the flowers,
Besieges the olive
In the iris of the eyes,
Flirts the tunes
Hugs the minarets,
And complains to the night
The sighs of sadness,
And you are a dream
Asleep in its silence
Under the eyelids …
Has the evening glow of passion
Found no sleep
Under your eyelashes,
And have not been wounded the eyelashes
By the tears of rain-laden clouds?
Who are you?
I will ask the rhyme
About you, and the arts,
And the demon of sorrows,
Are you a lost letter?
In the lexicon of the centuries?
Or are you the beginning
For the revolution of madness?
Your imagination is a cloud
In the darkness of the eyes
And your soul is a talisman
Jailed in my ring…
And my compassionate boat
Don’t ask me who I am?
Nor suppose my silence is jest,
I am the silent call
And a sigh in the last tunes,
And a silver tear
On your cheek
Flows in rapture…
My planet is premonitions
And my world is doubts,
And my whisper is poems
Their title …is none,
And my kiss is sacred,
Granddaughter of the boughes…
So who am I?
And who will I be?
My story is a legend
Inscribed in silence…
I can feel the freezing fright and fear rattling in the marrow of my bones;
It immerses me.
I can feel the vexing uncertainty shrouding me like a black cloud;
It swallows me.
I can feel the baleful worry surrounding me like a pack of ravenous wolves;
It encircles me.
I can feel the awful dread welling and swelling up in me like a violent maelstrom;
It envelops me.
I can feel the cumbersome woe strangling me like a constricting python;
It entangles me.
I can feel the taxing stress crashing and breaking like tsunami waves on the shores of my mind;
It besets me.
I can feel the agonizing anguish beating my beleaguered soul to a bloody pulp;
It besieges me.
I can feel the terrible torment fomenting an emotional breakdown and upheaval;
It encompasses me.
I can feel the perplexing pain plaguing my heart with rancorous delight;
It inundates me.
I can feel the damnable distress torture every fiber of my being;
It binds me.
But I can also feel the wondrous spirit of Hope rising inside me like a spring of faith;
It strengthens me.
*Written for my dad who is now battling kidney cancer. All thoughts, prayers, good
vibes and well-wishes are sincerely appreciated. Thank you ~Chan
I chanced on him on my track to school
He was baronial and majestic as ever
Clothed in his outfit and elongated tunic
Clenching in his hand a printed work
The nugatory schoolboy in me promptly surfaced
As I proceeded towards his enclave vacillatingly
Intuited as if I was going to memorize my recitation
Was seized with an obstreperous panic
In his impeccable demeanor gently my face tapped
Unbridled my tongue and my odd reluctance unleashed
Stormed: "come on boy I won't your ears pull
Nor your butts with quivering hands spank"
"Spill the beans,voice what your spirit vexes"
This life uttered I diggs in prostrating me
Mankind's animosity does all over prevail
Besieges our souls and minds assails
He drew a lengthy whistling sigh as if to vindicate
The diagnosis of a proscribed insurrection
Instead gladden yourself to overhaul yours
And ahead your home with your broom sanitize
As a bonus for his judicious counsel
I offered escorting him to his fount
And for a while substitute his compliant cane
The road was brimmy with hollows and vehiculer conjested
"I have,asserted he,operated this road for decades
He has never stabbed me in the back nor beguiled
Subjected his grass,pebbles and panels to slave for me
Please,reconcile with yours,it is waxing harsher ! "
This generic creek king mortal mwm
(who generally river ears the bay sea gully feels ire ate
asper propensity plundering positive human qualities
tested to the max), bait
ting virtue with rapacious opprobrious
malicious lugubriousness, and hatred create
head via the violent wickedness yawping zealously
oceans of tears that in un date
every nook and cranny of society, wrenching,
whip-sawing, and hammering extirpate
ting, the delicate nuances that anthropological fate
bequeathed to *****sapiens
species and genus undermining great
ness brought forth by artistic, democratic,
and graphic accomplishments with HATE
diluting the virtuous unification treatises
agonizingly tried to insulate
basic rights, whence erosion, corrosion,
and abrasion with goliath gangrenous monstrosities of late
subtract at frightful pace, the very survival of mankind and doth mate
absolute evil that percolates into the body electric,
where bloody fiendish genies prosper upending immunity
fostering broods that deign devious strategies in Nate
to destroy any salient sliver via BuzzFeed ding fifty shades of a gray pate
outwitting tentative grasp upon survival
barely fending off lashing off faux kings who e quate
might with right, and bring out the big guns
which blitzkrieg magazines fire at greased lightening speed rate
this battle whereby competing credos, ethos,
and grand Poobah grinds by force state
mints that all most obey lest Das Capital life will not tolerate
nasty, short and brutish torture engendering wailing ululate
diminish in a vain attempt to escape the maws of madness
where the grim reaper doth patiently wait.
I stare at the blank page
And wonder where to begin
Since I have run out of words of dismay
My heart gives me ink no more
I’d die to hear your voice again
And I wait for hours on end
But you kill me when you do call
You talk as if you dialed a stranger
I’m left more bereft with every conversation
You trying to phase me out
Me crawling to get back in
I go seeking bigger troubles
Then the one that already besieges me
The “I miss you” means nothing to you
For it seems now that I was the only one there
You left long before
Throwing me a casual adieu
In you lies the timeless bittersweet dichotomy of divinity
The darkness and the light breed in you, their delicate fleshly host
God...God is in your eyes...
In that divine light gleaming from the black hollows of your pupils
God is in your smile; that tender grin illuminated just for me...
God is in your heartbeat,
That exquisite metronome against my ear
God’s breath is yours,
His hair blends into your mane of watered silk…
The black halo I combed with my fingertips
God is the way I felt when I was with you –
As if you were an extension of me
My own soul made manifest in golden-skinned humanity
God is the blood that flushes your cheeks with a rosy glow
That current of life that keeps your heart alive
God is you…
But then, Satan is too…
Satan is the blackened smoking ruins of your trust
Satan is the baleful glare that furrows your brow
Satan’s breath whistles through your insults,
Those verbal barbs perfectly aimed to wound and maim
And scald
Satan is your grasping fingers around my throat
He is the glass you raised above my fragile skull
He is the widening gulf between our hearts…
The hellfire chasm that belches at my feet
Satan is the illness that besieges you,
Oozing worm-like through your veins
Leaching away the precious life that sustains you,
And by association, me
But most of all Satan is my heart that you broke,
The shrine to you that you ripped from my chest,
That you spat and trod and pissed all over
That you ground into a bloody mess beneath your shoe
Satan squats on that dying mess
Your coal-black demon lord…
He wars with the God in you
With the love you are forsaking
He squats and he spits and he wars and he laughs…
Knowing it is only a matter of time
Before your cruelty becomes the proverbial straw
That breaks the camel’s back
And I forget the God that you were…
And see only the devil that you have become.
in your presence
where the force of attraction onslaughts
like dewdrops when they fall on roses,
i long to be.
in your eyes
where love beckons
like a summer night,
i want to behold.
in your arms
where desire besieges
like a maiden moon,
i can hide.
But deep down inside of you
where passion and ecstacy
are heating up in smoke,
.....i want to burn
...................burn
...................burn
To give glory to Satan I'm sorry to sound,
Though bitter a truth I've certainly found:
Some sons Satan has strictly tamed and tied,
(Forbid O Lord I might have lied).
On wicked ways their thoughts hidebound,
As devil dictates they gullibly go round;
They have become his bond-servants and lieges,
In enemy's bondage who artfully besieges.
And they sorrowfully lead their breath on earth,
The dragon depraved them their mission and mirth;
Them he mistreats and mangles and mocks,
And laughs at loud and in the searing Lake of fire, he locks.
But listen, you who are tamed and tied:
How long will devil destroy you and deride?
Subject your soul to the Savior's side,
And He will right reward you with a free ride.
A step, a fall
I rise to fly.
A sit, asleep
I wake to work.
I fly to heights unseen
Uphigh, that low.
I work ernestly
So hard, un-noticed.
All I do,
All I give.
Almighty I for-seek.
So I seek and found;
A step, a fall
Hope, He besieges upon me
with each breath taken.
I rise to fly
For He is my Strenght.
A sit, asleep
In His hands my burdens I leave
His laps my comfort.
I wake to work
For His Grace abounds.
I fly to heights unseen
On His wings I soar.
Uphigh, that low
My upsets He trends to propel
high.
I work ernestly
Only He rewards my real wage.
So hard, un-noticed
His consent is more than
enough.
All I do,
All I give.
Almighty I found.
©Kofi Asokwa-Nkansah
God directs us toward His mission-work through His command
While He ushers us by His prudent hand…
In obeying His mandate of sovereign demand
For our commitment to stand while building lives in the promised land.
God directs us toward His mission-work through His light
While He revives us by His powerful might…
In declaring His Gospel with supplication plight
For our salvation to glow along soulwinning delight.
God directs us toward His mission-work through His favour
While He besieges us by His compassionate savour…
In sharing His love of kindness’ fervour
For our testimony to shine midst holy endeavour.
God directs us toward His mission-work through His wisdom
While He teaches us by His truthful freedom…
In learning from His Word about righteousness’ kingdom
For our Bible study to advance scriptural Christendom.
God directs us toward His mission-work through His instruction
While He guides us by His prudent action…
In fulfilling His desire for the Great Commission’s function
For our faith to produce fruits of joyful church-participation.
God directs us toward His mission-work through His fellowship
While He meets us by His friendly partnership…
In staying in His will of gracious leadership
For our worship to show gladness in faithful stewardship.
God directs us toward His mission-work through His blessing
While He satisfies us by His bountiful enforcing…
In enjoying His provisions around prayerful* fencing
For our service to support diligent giving-offering increasing.
*Acts 6:4 But we will give ourselves continually to prayer, and to the ministry of the word.
The hearts of our once invisible heroes grow weary fighting a relentless demon.
God make it stop!
They sacrifice all with little to save souls from the consuming darkness surrounding them.
God make it stop!
How many faces of those gasping for life’s last breath will be burned into their memories?
God make it stop!
How many hands will go lifeless in theirs because of a viral monster that yet goes unanswered?
God make it stop!
How often must they gaze into already tear-soaked faces and be the bearers of even worse news?
God make it stop!
How many times will they totally collapse from exhaustion from working extra shifts and hours?
God make it stop!
How many more tears will fall behind their masks for those they could not pull back from death?
God make it stop!
They yearn for a whisper of hope to dull the ventilators symphony of despair and desperation.
God make it stop!
They search for the rainbow beyond a dark ominous cloud that now besieges all humanity.
God make it stop!
I found a penny
Even though it was worthless
It is worth more than you know
When you add up the digits and find
The sum you find that love cannot be hidden
In darkness, but the true light reveals what
True love can always display, a type
Of character around the hour, hours that
Turn into days, days that turn into months, roses
That shed blood when it’s cold and loneliness still
Besieges me so well when its waters spring up I go down
Into the heavens and lift up this rock, to trample on serpents.
Blood thirsty are these creatures, but I am thirsty for love
And vengeance, to take back a stolen heart, that breaths
New life into dead things and dead things that blow
Dead air away from ocean shores beneath me.
Life
armed with the fates
of futility
besieges.
So be it with the rose,
her beauty asway,
pushed around
by breezy happenchance,
powerless to stop
her petals
to wither then to drop
in faithless raw
betrayal,
As her beauty of the moment
dulls to naught
but yet another yesterday
of faded
bloom.
I pull you in close to me,
the curve of your body,
rests on my knee.
Your long slender limb,
so beautiful,
adorned in jewelry.
I run my fingers,
along your curves,
the moment it besieges me.
The beautiful colors,
that adorn you,
makes me want to holler.
A sweet sound emerges,
as I stroke you,
I'm the boss.
Finding our rhythm,
as I continue,
to strum.
You yell,
my head and body sways,
to the beat of my thumb.
For a beautiful moment,
we're both,
rock stars.
No sweeter thing,
than making love,
to my guitar.
If you are the world's greatest
I'm the shutterbug bagging your every moment
Every triumph; Every applause
Every glitter in your smile
Every sway of your hips
Every coruscate; of the corundums in your strides
Your every queenly bow of acknowledgment
If ever the epic of stage lights besieges you
The autumn flicker will be the snapping of my Pentacon Six
What lays in the black of your eyes
Burns wilder than a wild fire
If ever the green winds of change
Merge up in whirls of umbrage
and surge on to wreck your burgeoning soul
May the fabrics that rest on my shoulder
Corrode in the brimstone brooks of your tears
Together we'll chase shooting stars
Until we lose them to the horizons
And watch the sun heave off its blanket
I will watch the rainbows with you
And see you tap energy from the wonders of creation