Best Clamouring Poems
lazy lips in tangle with A I
breathing secrets
I wonder why
why not
organize your thoughts, o scatterbrain
don’t be
a brain full of hay
eventual outcome -
the crows will pick your brain
s$it for brains
forgive my insane outburst
but the storm’s a-coming
a storm of flying monkeys
a witch to boot
the only way to beat the rap
is to hammer home
don’t
you ain’t fool’n no one
you’re a fool yourself
the witch has turned over
the hourglass
none of Dorothy’s friends
are clamouring to save you
they are not in pieces
but at rest
they’re courage
came when doing the right thing
jumping through glass, falling asleep
the witch had fear and poison on her side
but Dorothy was good and kind
she scolded the wrong, bucketed the witch
exposed the lie behind the curtain
then the runaway went back home
home sweet home
where the poet’s heart
brains and courage
reside
Categories:
clamouring, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
A land once lush and green,
Virile and fertile,
Fattened reserves from dignified labour,
Then the discovery,
Greed rears its grotesque head,
In its entourage,
Nepotism, marginalisation, bribery and corruption,
A deprived populace in lack of leadership,
Restive youth clamouring for direction,
Rumpus instigated by mortification,
Balls of fire rage day and night,
Illuminating the sky,
Ripping holes in the stratosphere,
Rain clouds brood in eagerness,
To drench the land with acid,
Sun blazing with vehemence,
Scorching all life,
Floating carcasses in blackened rivers,
Sullied soil rendering no harvest,
In decimation lie the herds of the field,
Mother nature drowned,
In her own bodily fluids,
Life turns to death,
Lush and green becomes dust and ash,
Peace and tranquillity evades,
In its stead,
Ruckus and chagrin,
Swollen earth,
Sated by the blood of innocents
Categories:
clamouring, africa, corruption,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Lady bird, lady bird, why thou sings so beautifully
When other had got their voice cracked in the noon?
Do you sing of peace or lost love?
You have bottled my heart with your adverbial voice
Tending the grains in my garden to peace whilst they clap
Thou have undressed the grasses of the field with your song
Your muse perching from tree to tree
The leaves dances merrily in their branches
The air in their wonderful world rejoice
Thou advertises their motions and worth
The sky clapping brightly in justification
Of your undying voice of historical flight
Hold on miss independent and repeat to my ear
The last line of the song you sang
It sounded so sweet to my soul
The meaning of your heart beat
thou sings like a preacher on the altar of love
With a rekindled voice radiating the soul
The wind trumpet hilariously whilst the tree dances
Oh lady bird, thou make my heart beautiful
Clamouring for the lost vegetable of my life
Tell me what thou sing of that i may join
In the perfection of my glowing bed which
Shows me the important of good neighbourlines.
Categories:
clamouring, art,
Form:
Narrative
MY TEENAGE CRUSH
A_Certain_Nii
Ere half a score and three in this sapien space
Eyed a destination that would take me there
Very noble and widely embraced by the numbers
I set out well in the name of getting there.
The fondness nurtured for my then would be love
Surpassed the trial and error date I'm assaying with my now.
I indexed any endeavour in clamouring for that tomorrow
All I could in my veins I hesitated not.
The cushioning due me I never gained
The route to the root was never cleared
Roadblocks swamped my way; perils periplused my yearn.
My skin close destination, now too far.
Now with a deflected fire in my belly;
Grounded in the need to move on
Keeping it cool as a man; a man who has to live
Settling with a love I hate.
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Categories:
clamouring, africa,
Form:
ABC
I feel comfortable with silence.
I feel at ease in the sanctuary of solitude.
In the stillness of tranquility no sounds
To perforate the placid peacefulness.
No cacophony of chaos clamouring
Or jostling for attention, nudging, prodding
Queue-jumping - just the quietude of repose.
Door slammed on a commotion of confusion.
Noiseless now. Just a silent lullaby of serenity.
Pin drops and I hear it echoing, resounding
In the calmness of the languid room.
I remain enraptured in a cocoon of neutrality.
Categories:
clamouring, how i feel, peace,
Form:
Pastoral
Belts, switches, bricks, and near misses
Broken boys starring as established men
Police whistles, leather shoes clamouring
down city alleyways slick as a polished floor.
White clubs swing, black heads snap
against the dingy lines that hold
brick walls together. The devil gives chase
up to and into the pearly gates
heaven ain't safe.
Hide and seek high in steeples
I once read, He has no equal, so
why does the human race run in so
many horrible sequels?
Guide me O Lord before I fall
a thousandth time.
Does salavation have
a dotted line I could sign?
Looking for clues in my girl's arousal,
a simple touch is trending as she
lays trembling. Moan filled
responses better known as M.F.R.s,
spill of satisfaction, fades,
but is always everlasting;
as quickly as it recedes
My mental hum throbs again
A sea of thought washes over me
and I'm overboard, overheard saying
What's my name? twice. I don't think my son
will ever be the same after hearing
mommy's answer.
Amazing how a picture is painted.
Without ever mentioning it,
you envision it. Coming back to shore,
tallying up the score
Motorcades and dimples, bullets and tinted windows,
clean sheets dirtied, a president
is laid to rest after having created another agency
in an already clogged system titled the C.S.D.
A place where no one ever gets answers
but finds sleep immediately.
As I start to drift out of my writer's mind
and saltwater cascades and filters through sand
I'm reminded howa man can live a lifetime
and die to soon.
"He without sin," He said. I walked away
with a pocket full of stones.
Sin is a pile of rocks, broken men carry.
J.F.K, M.L.K., M.O.U.S.E.
Reset button pushed.
To be a kid again wondering why
daddy is asking mommy such a ridiculous question
when sins washed away
and a stone thrown
was a pebble against a window
to see if the girl's sleep
waiting for her light to turn on...
Categories:
clamouring, culture, humorous, introspection, religion,
Form:
Prose Poetry
IT WAS LONG TO STRONG
AN IMAGE IS CAGE
VERY RARE TO HEAR
A CAMEL IN THE ILLUSION
OPAQUE BY A THING OBJECT
DECLARING A TINY IMAGE
ILLUSION, VERY HEAVY
OBSERVING THE THIN OBJECT ALONE
WHAT A BIG ILLUSION!
VIEWING HUNDRED KILOMETERS
FOCAL LENGTHS OF MEASURE
LEST THE IMAGE; THE CAMEL
ERECT IN THE ILLUSION
OBSERVE THE PIN ALONE
A PIN, AN OPAQUE OBJECT
TO THE MIGHTY CAMEL
WHILE VIEWING IT ALONE
THE IMAGE OF A PIN IS SEEN
APPEARS NOT THE CAMEL’S IMAGE
SURFACE YES, REAL, ERECT THE PIN
IN THE AGE WE GUAGE
PLANNING FOR THE WAGE
VIA THE CURE OF AN ADAGE
PREFERED TO ACT A PAGE
BY PAINTING THE STAGE
WITH A COLOUR, A BEIGE
BEAUTIFUL! CONFIRMED THE RANGE
AN INSECT FLOATING
ON SURFACE OF WATER
ACTING PRACTICALLY, IS HE
IT IS HE THAT DID THE DREAM
ARGUING IT IS NOT SURFACE OF LIQUID
FORGET, IT IS A PRINCIPLE
ELASTICITY OF A LIQUID
ACTING BENEATH
WHICH GIVES SUPPORT
TO THE OBJECT
ON THE SURFACE OF WATER
AGHAST AN INSECT BOASTING
BLABBING BEFORE MANY THEORIES
HURRAY!!! IDID IT, AM DENSER
FROM THE HORSE TO THE BUS
WE RIDE THE HORSE
WE DRIVE THE BUS
A STATE COMES ABOUT
TELLING EACH ADVENTURE
IT CREATES ATTENTION
TOUGHTS OF DIFFERENT AIMS
A GAME OF DISCRIMINATION
A TAME OF INCRIMINATION
WHIRLING HOME IMPLICATION
BROODING OFF COMPLICATION
OH NAY! WHAT AN AGHAST
HEARING BOTH ARE SPEEDY
UHN! NO INCIDENT OF AN ACCIDENT
DISTINCT COME IN AND SCREAM
SIGHED! LESS HEAR, HEARD, OUT OF MAMOTH
THE JOURNEY ROSE ON
CLAMOURING, TIMING INCLUDED
NEEDED NOT THE RACE, CLOCK
YES, A JOURNEY ARRIVED SAFELY
ORGANS RESPOND TO BRAIN
ORPHANS PLAY IN REIGN
ALOUD BANGED! THE VAIN
CLOUDY, ROUDY, IT IS RAINY
SHINY, SCOTCHY IT IS SUNNY
DRENCHED, HEATED SO FUNNY
APPEARANCE OF FUTURE
FULFILMENT OF STATURE
HOPE OF STRUCTURE
HOME OF CULTURE
BOLD AND BEAUTIFUL BIND
BEAST WITH BULLY BUOYED
CALLING EACH OTHER NAMES
THE GOOD
THE BAD
AND THE UGLY
OCCURRENCE IN THE SKY
INFLUENCED THEIR TRY
SCHOOL OF THOUGHT
ADVANCED POOL OF TOUGHT
WORTHY ENOUGH OF SORT
Categories:
clamouring, education, science,
Form:
Concrete
I see no future in tomorrow,
For the war coming,
The soldiers are ready for feud,
Just waiting for a trumpet sounds.
Following the illuminating light from the west,
And the Egyptian pyramid,
Spying,
Watching over all.
Here we stood,
Ignorant,
Depending on the enlightened,
Who blindfold's us?
We are scared to say,
But we know they hunt,
They are the oligarchy,
The emissaries of cleft.
They’re mechanics of war.
They besiege by night,
Clamouring,
Blood bathing,
Making demonic symbols,
Singing the songs of the Egyptian Mummies.
The death of millions of heads,
Give birth to crude oil,
Crudely they all smile in pity.
They forgot God never sleeps,
We will rejuvenate.
By the end of the war,
And God will Judge.
Categories:
clamouring, mystery, god, god,
Form:
Ballad
Today i went to Iceland
The supermarket not the place
Trying to find a short queue
Turns into a race
Elderly lady at the back
Tries to jump the queue
Those further forward voice their anger
“Hey, we were here before you”
The lady shrugs her shoulders
With two trifles in her hand
Standing ages just for that
Wasn’t what she had planned
Trolley at the front of the queue
Contains enough food to feed an army
Woman says “Most of it will get thrown away”
Queue looks at her as if she’s barmy
Small boy in a pushchair
Clamouring for his sweets
His mother says he'll have to wait
They're under the cooked meats
Man with a tray of lager
Legs buckling under the weight
He says they're for his party
From seven tonight until late
Someone gets tired of waiting
Puts her goods back on the shelf
She mumbles she's going to Asda
Where she can serve herself
Girl in the queue decides
She'll use her phone to pay her bill
The checkout girl says into her mike
“Can you open another till?”
Lager man gets restless
Drops his tray of cans on the floor
Pushes his way to the front of the queue
And dashes out through the door
The small boy thinks he’s waited
Long enough for his sweets
So he reaches out to the check-out
And helps himself to treats
The mother sees what he has done
And snatches back the loot
So the small boy retaliates
With a kick from his right foot
The queue is getting longer
And tempers start to tray
I put my basket on the floor
I’ll go back another day
Categories:
clamouring, child, humorous, woman,
Form:
Rhyme
1Malaysia The Utopia
The ruling government proposed the concept of 1Malaysia...
A conceptual utopia of the country we call this land Malaysia...
An utopia that we, the racial and religious minorties, dream for desperately....
Hoping for the 1Malaysia dream that the government once sought to sell....
But by its many missteps and activities, it now dug and buried well and deep...
Leaving only the nons clamouring for an Utopia that cannot be...
Hohoho....
What a initial nice sell from the government of the day...
Such an unattainable dreamdream to live in harmonious ways....
Until and unless May9, Polling Day, brings about change in unexpected ways......
.
Categories:
clamouring, community, eulogy, heartbreak,
Form:
Free verse
ISSUES OF THE HEART
For Grace Mike.
Do you remember, Grace?
Do you remember our first kiss on the altar of love?
You wrapped me in your arms and wetted my lips
with innocent sensational emotions.
The fragment of your moans and groans rest
here in my heart, I remember that pretty face always!
You are still the star, I am the moon,
you are the nightingale, I am a singer of passion.
The pages of my joy are the chapters of your
embraces orbiting the merrying earth.
In you I found comfort and harmony;
breastful harmony which no one can give.
Feeding through your words, I found the me in me!
Do you remember our first cracking romance?
How your sweaty tongue sparkled with mine?
Do you know how I sing of your names among
the birds and lilies of the clamouring field?
You are my coy mistress, my deity!
You are my tomorrow, a homemaker, a playmaker!
Tell Shakespeare I have found a lover better than Juliet,
Jack was never a good lover to Rose like me to you!
When the grasses of the forest shall wave,
it shall be for your praises and honour.
Unprintable names shall not be the lines
drawn on your glories palms for men to see.
Do you remember that we never watch our
nakedness with an empty eyes?
Not even the milky instinct of a warrior
have witnessed the prowess in your womanhood.
I will run a thousand miles for you,
I will sit on thorns to worship you,
thousand roses have I kept at the seaside
watching tomorrow with an Eagle's eyes
that the Butterflies shall fly out from your eyes
and give me more reasons to see the
issues of affections tabled In our heart.
Hunger never die, so do you down my stomach.
Tune in to the frequency of your heart and hear me speak.
©John Chizoba Vincent
Categories:
clamouring, africa, april, art, boyfriend,
Form:
Ballad
https://m.soundcloud.com/user-921599710/music-melody
Anticipated anthem
Beating bass drum
Clamouring cymbals
Chorus chime
Clarinet concert
Chanting choir
Dynamic debut
Eerie echo
Fiddlers flute
Fascinating fanfare
Humming harmonica
Harp in harmony
Improvised intervals
Music melody
Mouth movement
Nostalgic note
Oscillating octave
Play piano keys
Resounding rhythm
Resonating rhyme
Sounding symphony
Singing scales
Timing in tempo
Testing trio
Unity of unison
Vocalised voices
Whistling woodwind
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Categories:
clamouring, children, music,
Form:
Free verse
The place was a symphony of sweet sound
the melodies of nature enough to astound
even the most deaden'd of senses.
There was such an abundance of delicious charm
that the spirit felt awash in a glorious and soothing balm./
Above - in the lush green canopy the birds trilled, to burst,
clamouring to be the very first
announcers of the pearly dawn./
The murmur of the nearby stream with its throngs of reeds, lush and tall
swayed and rustled in the early breeze
while far-off could be heard the muted roar of a great waterfall.
Far above a solitary falcon called and circled
then spotting some far-off prey, hurled
itself down like an arrow.
The fresh and invigorating breeze
whispered sonorously throght the trees,
a sighing accompaniment to the staccato "rat-a-tat-tat"
of a pair of brilliant plumaged woodpeckers.
Categories:
clamouring, nature
Form:
Light Verse
From a far, I was dazzled by your smile..
From a far, I was amused by that sweet laugh..
From a far, I was attracted to come over near..
From a far, You became the apple of eye..
Walking past a crowd of persons..
Eyes locked as I traverse to the path..
Beholding the gaze, unliking to break..
Excitement builds up, heartbeat thudding aloud...
Finally, We are face to face, unoicing the crowd..
Holding a quiet moment, staring underneath a smile..
I extend an arm, mindlessly falling to you..
Clamouring for your hand, squeezing polite...
Haywire, it might have been..
I do not care tor I haven't sin..
All attention focused fat not thin..
Mesmerized enjoying the romantic scene..
by: olive_eloi
22/09/2013
4:18pm
Categories:
clamouring, care, desire, emotions, for
Form:
Ballad
Is your comeback a symbol of faith or vengeance
Let it be clear if to light or darkness you pay allegiance
Don't make men victims of ploys up your sleeves
Meting out on them wrath as thieves
Suffering for invested trust
Reaping from it the dividend of disgust
To whom much is given, much is required
Even that which is sought, solicited and acquired
For the fulfilling of desire comes with position
Propositions, dispositions clamouring for your decision
And the old stream of a mind must be stretched
To a lake from which nourishment is fetched
Ask yourself why some lead and others follow
Is it the bait of the lender on those who borrow?
Is it charisma, wit, oration and charm
Is it the strength to which weakness submits to avert harm
Is it a fixed ordination of a bloodline from the beginning
Is it learnable of its intent, design and meaning
Think of God who is continually believed and defied
Yet all life and breath have on him always relied
Patient that they'll freely yield to Him without force
Ye must fashion your ways after this high course
For ye take a heavier cross than most men consider
So let the highest of character surpass the highest bidder
K. Muitherero.
Categories:
clamouring, christian,
Form:
Rhyme