Best Conquest Poems
Cinco De Mayo, the fifth day of May, to all Mexican and Mexican-Americans, is a very special day,
It celebrates the Mexican's Armies, unlikely victory over France, The Battle of Puebla on May 5, 1862, was Napoleon's grab for Mexican lands,
At the time of this battle, France's Army was considered the World's best, led by Napoleon, it was hell-bent, on achieving World conquest,
An 8,000 strong French Army, marched to Puebla to cause misery, but it was the 4,000 Pueblans, who came out with the victory,
Mexican's celebrate this great triumph, with fiesta and cheers, the French Army had not been defeated, previously, for at least 50 years,
By defeating a much better equipped Army, they were outnumbered by man, steel and horse, They ensured there would never be an attack on a country of the Americas, by any other European military force.
Although there comrades had died, they were hungry and their lips muy seco,
The soldiers cried " Ole! ", as the mariachi sang " Viva Mexico!"
Feliz Cinco De Mayo! Viva Mexico!
Form:
Dawn’s herald sounds forth,
Night’s ramparts are stormed,
Her daunting walls breached.
Westward she withdraws,
Her keep abandoned,
The conquest complete.
Day’s standard flies high,
Proclaiming rebirth,
Warming the chill land.
Written 13/04/2015
~Shane Cooper~
When I saw them coming I knew what to do
Straightened out the white sheets and pulled my mask down, too.
When the doorbell rang I yanked it wide
Three sets of eyeballs stood there white eyed~
They didn't expect my ghostly "BOO"!
"Trick or Treat" one finally professed
My staring gaze...they thought me possessed.
I grabbed a handful of candy for each
And with an alabaster hand stretched out my reach~
I thought, "Another Halloween Conquest"!
I looked, behold, there stood a great white horse;
Its rider had a lethal, silent bow.
And on his head, a crown, rough-hewn and coarse,
And there he went, a-conquering his foe.
And lo, there came another horse, bright red;
Its rider reaped the peace and sowed discord
So great that people slew each other dead,
And in his hand, a perilous great sword.
A stallion, black like the night, then strode;
The rider’s hand gripped scales, ‘twas heard a voice:
“The cost of wheat and barley shall explode;
Harm not the finest oils and wines of choice!”
Alas, a proud horse, pale and bearing Death,
With Hades lurking close behind in tow,
Brought famine, war and pestilence, snatched breath,
And left a wake of desolation, woe.
(from Revelation 6)
I had read a short story by Alexander Pushkin once , about a greedy man , who was told
that the total land area he could cover by galloping on horse back , between Sunrise and
Sunset ,would become his !This man at great speed , covers as much land as he could , only
to drop dead at the end of the day ! Only 6 feet of ground had sufficed for his grave ! This
inspired me to write this poem !
Conquest !
A birds resting nest may be small ,
But that is of no consequence at all !
Since the sky above its head is vast and
wide ,
Where it can spread its wings and fly , -
Across the vast expanse of the ethereal
blue sky !
Here on ground where we all jostle for
living space ,
Man’s hunger and greed does not abate !
The great Alexander , Napoleon and Hitler , -
All tried to conquer and shackle this earth !
But they all failed to conquer man’s mind
and heart !
I recall Pushkin's short story once more ; -
After having covered the furthest corners
of the land ,
Galloping at top speed to make his conquest
complete ,
The man totally exhausted falls on the ground ;
Collapses , and dies without a sound !
Only six feet of ground was sufficient for his
grave ,
And so it has been for the bravest of our braves !
Now I recall the great Buddha under the banyan
tree ,
And the Messiah who entered Jerusalem mounted
on a donkey !
With shouts of ‘ Hosanna’ , and palms spread across
His feet !
Were true Conquerors , who shall forever remain
beyond defeat !
- Raj Nandy
New Delhi .
[paraphrase of a Svan folksong]
I, I am Queen Tamar
I raised myself to Heaven
I dug up a barren mountain
I left only a deep hole
I put the sword to Constantinople
I drove them into the sea
I made their lands my lands.
Spies, scout out the Promised Land.
Let our eyes see what God has planned.
Never mind what He's already done,
Can we trust the powerful One?
When we saw the Anakites there,
The terror was too much to bear.
More numerous and taller,
Our confidence grew smaller.
Do not be terrified of them!
You are not being led by whim.
He says, "I'll go ahead of you.
Heaven's armies come with Me, too."
But we gave the bad report,
Advising the people to abort.
Their courage was drained away,
"The Lord has made us their prey!"
Joshua and Caleb stood firm,
Believing the Lord would confirm,
Urging us toward conquest,
Believing it was no contest.
But the people would not go up,
Angering the Lord with their dustup,
Saying, "The Lord must hate us."
Their actions were treasonous.
Why this betrayal of trust,
Leading to the Lord's disgust?
Trust lessons were never learned.
Stubborn hearts can only spurn.
Where do we look for defeat?
Surely not at the Lord's feet!
Look only in your own heart,
For the whole heart must take part.
The Lord is never thwarted,
Intimidated, or extorted.
Unbelief forfeits His blessing,
And keeps us from possessing.
Keep the Lord ahead of you,
Do not turn back from what is true,
Joshua and Caleb, the only two,
Whose conquering faith grew.
We tried to force a do-over,
Without God just a pushover.
He told us, “Do not attack.”
Our enemy hurled us back.
Wilderness wandering backslidden,
But He’ll bring back our children,
Back to Kadesh they must go,
With conquering faith in tow.
A Conquest- Last line prompt
When ink of romance
subdues respect for nature,
Exploitation begins
treasures seem perpetual,
Obliterated thoughts
drop down the curtains,
Devastation knocks
on constant failure to unveil,
A wake up call, wake up
with hunger to introspect,
Satiate this appetite
howbeit, the fancy foods,
A conquest ....
for luscious bequests
bestowed by Him,
Instead of drinking coffee
in cafes of Berlin.
Written Jan 28th, 2016
For contest by Julia Ward
All her years chaste, now gone and wasted
I swiftly put that innocence to death.
I couldn't tell you of what she tasted.
Because it was covered by Cuervo's Breath.
She was beautiful, and awfully sweet.
Alcohol, even makes the strong sometimes weak.
Shameful it was, that we should meet
End began, when my taste hit her cheek
I approached her slowly after a while
Pretending first, not to notice at all
One shot, she looked over, with a smile
Six Tequila's later, she began to fall
One Tequila, Two Tequila, Three Tequila, More...
Four Tequila, Five Tequila, Six Tequila, Floor....
‘May I take the liberty?’ used to be asked by polite old men,
Doffing their caps as required to a stranger to whom they were offering assistance.
‘May I take the liberty?’ used to be asked in gentle introduction,
When respect for others was the tool of choice to overcome shyness or resistance.
‘May I take the liberty?’ was never shouted, never barked,
Always offered as a helping hand to those in distress, those in a mess.
‘May I take the liberty?’ scarce n’er received a refusal or rebuttal.
And yet today, it’s something different, something worrying, something less.
‘May, I take The Liberty!’ has become the clarion shout of one
Who became our leader by default, fought, and lost much support.
‘May, I take The Liberty!’ is now shouted from her bunker of resistance,
It’s a statement, not a question now, just a signpost to a future coming to nought.
‘May, I take The Liberty!’ is the usp of one who remains in power but wants to leave,
One who sits, because the others who stand and wait, just wait on history’s dusty shelf.
‘May, I take The Liberty!’ is this to be her final epitaph, her frantic footnote?
This scuppered isle, this earth of misery, hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
©Keith Murphy
No Conquest
Mankind has minded throughout history
with what occurs when time wanes to an end.
Our death, life's final stage, a mystery,
fills us with fear to which we all are kin.
With no regard for reason, right or sex
death’s timing’s in discord with human plans,
a beast in search of beings to be next
to hold as victims in its harmful hands.
The life it takes gives very few a voice
unless we take the onus on our own.
Yet even in demise we deem a choice
to go with grace of God and not alone.
Although the graveyard ground is dank and cold,
could death have conquest of a sin saved soul?
As best gesture of so-what-and-who-cares,
she hikes her shoulders, taunting as she dares,
tells him to leave,
he can't believe
his conquest, her freedom she now declares !
Society’s lethal expectations stalk private yearns
They creep and stab at me in an eye of lust and vehemence
Emergent and muscular, they attack Akeley and fizz with amusement
Looming in clouds of filthy fever they suffocate.
Omnipotent and all-seeing, these demands haunt every corner of relief
They’re always watching—waiting for my eminent self destruction.
...“For two years we tried, but ambushes came,
they hit and run, would not stand up and fight,
the meadows were deadly, the forests were hell,
wherever we went, we were in their sights.
“Imagine one hundred million peasants
as well armed as a soldier of the line…
add to that an army not defeated,
shelling their own cities, time after time.
“Just so that they could deny them to us,
leave us with no conquests but the rubble,
our losses were heavy, reinforcements far,
even True Man knew we were in trouble.
“Some say that he was planning to retreat,
but his intentions were never realized,
because one day a damn peasant postal clerk
put a fifty cal round right through his eye.
“I was quite young, but I remember well
scrambling back to our remaining ships,
retreating across the cold Atlantic,
most of our own men not believing it.
“They were to try America twice more,
and each time it just became a bloodbath.
Their southern neighbors copied them quickly,
you won’t find a house there where guns are lacked.
“The horror of savage, armed peasantry…
I hope that you never know such despair,
there is a reason we keep ours helpless,
a reason why we don’t go over there.”
Kaahbli stopped there, he could not go one,
since Sabati was not even a teen,
couldn’t tell the boy that without peasants
the Americans relied on machines.
That with those machines, they’d took to the stars,
spread to every planet around the sun,
that they could carpet the Earth in fire,
that it was so much worse than just their guns.
For all his strength, his breeding, his brain,
for everything that he’d been evolved to,
Betters were trapped on just three continents,
and with a flip-switch they all could be nuked.
But those words were for when he was older,
a young Better had to be raised just right,
he’d seen young minds learn too much truth too quick,
anger like that was not a pretty sight.
So he just turned back to his young grandson,
said, “Enough of that boy, come, listen here,
you want them to work, whip them once a month,
and kill at least one peasant every year.
“It helps a lot to make them live in fear…”
.
A Bloodless Conquest Underway
Armies of the world have United
All the military in common greed
Power- in Weapons is Authority
Baying for blood- quite outdated
Patriots - …They saved their land
Their citizens. …Future of Children
Made final sacrifice. ..They Returned in body bags
Brave and Poignant. …The Heroes - Real Men
Now They have been ….Taken control of
Arms dealers. Weapon …Manufacturers
Technology and MEDIA. …& Bad science
Lots of planning has gone…into all this
They’ve worked out- Every…What IF ?
Replace every working body ..All
With Robots- Central control-AI
Use Humans against Humans
Divide & Confuse
Take over children
Ruin the education
Enforce digitization
Create digital divide
A tad bad calculation
Done on Spread sheet
In language of machines - Thinking in binaries
In Black & White or in 50 shades of gray. BTW
Humans are sparkles of light . Are Multifaceted
Unlike robots- Humans do not wear their bones outside
You can not separate and make humans take on humans
Such experiments might have worked on lab rats and mice
After a while the forces will return to their homes to families
Folks will wash off the colors - Thank God We did not Bleed