Best Conquerer Poems
Walking through the orchard
Amongst so many trees
Fruit lay on the ground rotting
The trees had a strange disease
They were lost in their apathy
No longer fruitful anymore
Sheltered in a land of beauty
On the Okanagan shore
The birds sang soft and sadly
A strange poetic song
Flying together in arcs
All they wanted was to belong
In search of warmth and protection
They landed on branches reaching high
A transplanted tree from Jamaica
Majestically framed by the sky
Uprooted from the island
Oh so many years ago
With branches reaching outward
His leaves had a golden glow
I sat beneath his branches
So his story he could tell
Into my outstretched palm
A perfectly formed apple fell
As I bit into the fruit
I could hear his voice so clear
A different kind of listening
I heard him whisper in my ear
"Within my laughter there is magic
Yet I am serious at my core
Let me help you find your wisdom
A wooden key unlocks the door
I have traveled many places
Felt the sand beneath my feet
I have known the joy of victory
Yet I have learned more from defeat
The things I thought so important
Slipped from my clutching hands
As I chased after foolishness
In a world filled with demands
Not connected to my quiet
That silent outcry of my soul
My branches stripped of everything
As I played my worldly role
Once true to myself I found freedom
In a city perched by a lake
Lush branches fully outstretched
I now give instead of take
Not born to be a conquerer
Love is my soulful call
Rooted within my spirit
Available to one and all
I bring you peace from my island
See how less can be so much more
Come have a taste of freedom
Beneath my branches on this shore!
Inspired by and dedicated to Rawle James.
Rawle is the founder of the "Inspired Word Cafe".
Categories:
conquerer, friendship, journey, love,
Form:
Quatrain
A WORLD WITHOUT VINCENT
Vincent is the beauty of the day
With a sparkling body that shine
And make the earth smile beautifully.
He stands in the midst of the earth
In greatings to all it habitats in perfection
Vincent is the light of the world
Whose brightness surpass the day.
He stands above the sun with his
Glamouring teeth to revolved the world
round the sun which cause day and night
He is the stars and the moon
That clear the darkness and
Separate the night and day as an enemy
Vincent is the conquerer, the hope and the
Miracle whose words rekindled the death
Vincent is the air that never crack in noon
Technology that rule the world to naturalism
Creator of immortal man that Exist to nurish
The world with their undiluted breast milk
Under the unfriendly atmospheric weather.
Vincent is the fire and the treasure
Which lies in the undying belly of the phonix.
Vincent is human with an immortal heart
Sent to love, hate, protect and secure
The inbalance nature yet to balance.
Vincent is a movie, the art, the music
The rhythm of lonely women's heart.
Vincent is a poet Whose pen bleed
To create a change to the world
Whose pen' blood hurt so many.
Vincent is love, the night of the night
Darking the world to make human rest
In him lies hope for the voiceless
He stitches the boundary between the have
And the have not in the lonely society.
Vincent is the uncorruptable government
Singing unpreached righteousness to man
While men sleep, he covers their hearts in
The closet of his fortuned wide palms of love.
He sees apple of hope in Every creature.
Vincent is the sweet death in men's shoe
Devouring them happily every morning
Then covert the dead into foetus in wombs
Dust to foetus, man imperishable and immortal
A world without vincent exist in a dream.
Categories:
conquerer, age, art, beautiful, blessing,
Form:
Blank verse
I sit at the table, an invisible guest. I speak yet no one is able to hear. Louder voices rule the day as the guests hang onto every word. For I possess not the proud demeanor of a conquerer, I have not been gifted with a regal presence. I exist on the outside of the fringes, my power exists within a quieter realm. I observe the small, what lays beneath the surface, subtle nuances, the unseen details. I feel the significance within the spaces, for I am not designed to entertain. I relish in my anonymity, for observation leads to discovery. I feel the significance of the lesser guests and watch them as they imagine their time. Unlike them I do not desire a spot light for within that light I may lose my power.
For Verlena's Contest.
Categories:
conquerer, appreciation, introspection,
Form:
Narrative
I remember taking Grandpa to the train, (Repost)
Marvelling how anything so huge,
Bellowing steam and smoke and cinders,
Could be controlled by men.
Then while flying in the war,
I marvelled that insignificant man,
Could conquer anything as vast as the sky.
Then I watched as Armstrong strolled on Luna,
And marvelled that limitless space was not,
For it too had been conquered by man.
How strange then, for me to realise,
That the heart of man, invincible and more,
Conquerer of all that stands before it,
Can be reduced to less than a gelatinous mass,
Unable to stand or even to try,
When faced with the love in a little girls'
smile.
Categories:
conquerer, introspection
Form:
Narrative
Gliding through life's storms
Rising over the current
Hasten your speed
As the winds blow increase your flow
You're flying against gravity
Conquerer keep your sanity
Weighed down repeat your journey
Have a never give up spirit
Through the turbulence
Don't look down
The open ground is all around
You are dynamic flying with out bounds
You are the best of all the rest
Tremendous cycle now dive down
Maintain your right now propel
Which automatically forces you to excel
Categories:
conquerer, inspirationalflying,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
Because sin death entered in is for sure a marry heart does good like a cure Good news for men like a new leaf fallen from a tree now a dying spirit a fading leaf the Glorious cross a promise kept from the time Eve wept He is our life from Adam to the One healing enter in the only begotten Son dwelling in the Light only He is He was and is to come The only wise true Living God conquerer of all evil the Amen It is done "The first and the last, which was dead, and is alive" Heals by believing He forgiveth all your sins heals all you diseases His grace keeps us from plagues those written and those not as far as east to west the Lamb of God the Lamb without spot has taking away our sins with the shedding of His blood Writes His laws on upon our hearts our sins remembering not The sins of all He bore upon the tree causing are sins to return unto thee Rose again on third day the Justified doing away with our body of sin and death all points as we yet He is without sin pleading to the sinners enter in the Day spring on High the True Prophet Priest and King Here is wisdom Honor Jesus Lord of lords King of kings the Lord our God King Garments of praise alpha and omega the first the Last the same Granting repentance forgiveness of your sins in Your name The Lord Jesus The name above all names our all in all our sins separated us from Him that giveth Life to all Now by faith we have been grafted in Jesus the tree of life Us with His own self He adorned clothing us in righteousness and salvation Lambs wife married none other than Jesus our great physician
Categories:
conquerer, faith, forgiveness, hope, life,
Form:
Free verse
when an ambitious hand
and a rushing mouth
cast a canopy of ramblings
or utter distress
and anxiety spoills the ground,
the state of silence
from she we think is a fool
is an answer to wisdom
and a conquerer of might
for where does the slow movement of a cat leads the ratty rat?
Categories:
conquerer, confusion, friendship, funny,
Form:
Blank verse
"For over a thousand years Roman conquerors returning from the wars enjoyed the honour of triumph, a tumultuous parade. In the procession came trumpeters and musicians and strange animals from the conquered territories together with carts laden with treasure and captured armaments. The conqueror rode in a triumphal chariot, the dazed prisoners walking in chains before him. Sometimes his children, robed in white, stood with him in the chariot or rode the trace horses. A slave stood behind the conqueror holding a golden crown and whispering in his ear a warning: that all glory is fleeting".
General George S Patton
*****
A great general returned home a triumphant hero ~ victorious.
His golden chariot drawn soaring through the sky
Entering the city 'neath the arch of a technicolor rainbow.
He, dressed in pure and untainted white robes,
Savoured the grand and tumultuous procession.
And he was honoured ~ he smiled.
Amid the fanfare announced by the bright trumpeters
And the cheering of the redeemed and grateful crowds
He condescended to a small wave of the hand.
Before him traipsed his captives, they dressed in chains,
Followed by titanic elephants ridden by mischievous monkeys
And he was happy ~ he laughed.
Yet no children came to greet him, to ride with him,
For they owned no white robes to wear on the day.
He rode alone, save for his slave bearing his golden crown.
No one rode the trace horses to welcome him home,
He the glorious, undefeated, returning conqueror.
And he was sad ~ he wept.
And when he awoke and the world became real once more
He found himself assigned to a different place,
Where the highway becomes the battlefield.
The trumpeters salute had been replaced by a motor horn
And, as an olive drab 'Jimmy' crossed his path, he knew it was true;
This time he had been defeated and he was beat ~ he submitted.
For this would be his finest hour,
The hour when all would be revealed.
And at that moment,
That final moment,
He could clearly see it was true
That all glory is fleeting.
Alan S Jeeves
Categories:
conquerer, fate, hero, history, leadership,
Form:
Free verse
This is midnight, all slept indeed,
The factory bells do chime,
Ding-dong dong, thrice the sounds arise
From yonder darkling clime.
No one is there, two faint lamps glare,
Who rang the rusty bell?
It must be three, a shade does flee
In earshot of the knell.
Upon my eave the pigeons live,
One flutters tender wings,
It heard a whiz as soft as grease,
And to the wall it clings.
There is a grange, a mansion old,
Deserted since the yore,
Such creatures as with deep black fur,
Hold sway around its floor.
No iron melts on fire these days,
The blacksmiths all have left,
And all day long a thrush her song
Attunes to good effect.
She quavers in her leafy nest,
The pale shades pass again,
The rumbling sky does well deny
A sound sleep while she's lain.
Mine eyes are closed yet well awake,
The pattering distant rain
Revives the tendrils grown unsought,
An omen of the bane.
My windows smeared with mizzle mist,
That dreamy opaque layer,
Obtrudes my view with chilly dew,
A fancied world lays bare.
"Don't be afraid", a voice just said,
A whisper grim and grave,
As from a king or ancient sage,
Conquerer of the knave.
That moment my door shook its hinge,
Something had wrenched its knobs,
The bats beseech with a sudden screech,
And fill my home with sobs.
A pain of olden times deludes,
My grandsire died this day,
A tremor stirs after these years,
Benumbed and dozed I lay.
The dawn has worn her purple gown,
It's four, the chimes sojourn,
Her mellow light dissolves my night
Into a canny morn.
28th September, 2021
Categories:
conquerer, mystery,
Form:
Ballad
Seed
has to die for Plant to rise...
Cloud
has to burst for Rain to fall...
Waves
have to cascade for water to be Shore ...
Mountain Peak
has to surrender for mountaineer to be conquerer...
Plant
yields fruit...
Rain
keeps existence alive...
Shore
defines limits of ocean...
Mountaineer
conquest inspires to defy odds and win...
Transition
is ordained Nature's cycle...
Autumn, Spring
both inject newness...
Enjoy Newness
Cause that's Nature way of Life...
__________________________________
© Hitendra Mehta
Categories:
conquerer, joy, life, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Falling ever so gently
My tears mix with the rain.
It foreshadows
the coming pain,
the past pain,
the present pain.
But I know
these unexpected storms
only water the conquerer within.
So these trifling setbacks,
shouldn't make me cry at all.
But they do.
Categories:
conquerer, hope, life,
Form:
Free verse
A fading whisper of elegant devotion;
...memory.
A simple dedication of the purest form.
The desire to be of use,
to those that you love.
To wonder where your cards will lay.
...mystery.
...destiny.
These are things that instill value in
...Life.
Things that will make you push on,
when your muscles seize;
The thoughts that compel you
to chase what had been thought
to be impossible.
...And yet, they are overcame.
It's the simple nature of love
that I value.
The essence of what keeps this
world spinning on it's axis.
It's the courage of the meek,
The grace of the powerful,
and the mercy of the conquerer.
It is a mother's love,
and a father's guidance...
It's life's lessons...
Those with these things will live
rich and fulfilled lives,
for value is not found in possession;
But in the soul.
-James Kelley 2010©
Read more: http://www.myspace.com/jamesk_87/blog#ixzz11ae04cVh
Categories:
conquerer, life
Form:
Whatever you do, don't let go...
He's going to arrive soon – don't be overwhelmed
Whatever you do, don't look back
Woe is embracing our lives
Don't let yourself turn to black
Keep on track...
Woe is dwelling in our lives...
Lurking in every corner
They sprout from the ground like jagged knives
Wait until the dark tides
Pass through us...God's still protecting our lives
Whatever you do, don't doubt Him!!
Don't be a forlorner -
Be a conquerer!
Categories:
conquerer, confusion, courage, dark, dedication,
Form:
Free verse
Last good days of innocence
He did came
with no trace
with no chain no fame
no frame or mark of true repentance
In skeletons of liquid pawns
carved in satirical steer
Streets bubbling
enchanted in silence
men wailing,
choking, bundled like sardine
strong drink is a mocker
loneliness is a gradual death
hunger is a conquerer
of this earth
men quarantined
Khaki with arms walking
watching and searching to fight
disobedience
but men can't eat air,
hunger In the street lurks.
At night
men Of the underground
with silence they scatter
they ransack every nooks
and crannies women wrapper
opened lock wildly
from her Can of safe
are cowries bugle
she screams in pain
but to nobody
Innocence is to innocent
boys gone to obtain
for the belly
pockets must open
sachets
must be broken
with the matches
"Good she "gone bad"
Hunger don't taste nice
innocence is a title
men locked inside
with chains of fear
can't decide
what this tide wears
they stretch run with their eyes
while standing here with their feet
looking like a lion on a pouncing game
preying an antelope to eat
loud streets wraps in pretence
mosques sits quite
Churches gone with God in trance
clubs eat boredom as diet
Cono!! what have you done
to men of the west
confidence in them is gone
to den
conscience has fallen from
thier pockets
Innocence is a title
they tear the streets
from house to house
bungling every safe to feed
feed from the ruins of
the skeleton of the liquid pawn
23/4/2020
Pick -A- Title , Volume 16-free verse 2
Last good days of innocence
Edward Ibeh
Categories:
conquerer, abuse, africa, evil, fate,
Form:
Free verse
Go on with your bad self jazz chick, when we hear your deedle d's and high c's
we feel your vibration.
You know you don't have any competition, because when it's your turn,with just
one blow you reign as conquerer.
The long, sleek, black woodwind in which the notes flow, the clickity clang from
which is composed from the finger holes.
Go on with your bad self jazz chick, when we hear your deedle d's and high c's
we feel your vibration.
Categories:
conquerer, music, passion, uplifting, self,
Form:
Free verse