Best Defeat Poems
Only Hope And Faith Can, Such Foe Defeat
Years have flown by- heart and soul feels effect
tears I now cry, come not from Love's neglect
For Dawn yet gives its soft rays that so shine
this world my oyster, shining pearl is mine!
Alas! Such joy has not always been so
once dark dread, demanded I just let go
In that abyss, almost no light exists
nor can one escape by hard pounding fists!
As Time and Fate work to bring on decay
world joins in with its steady evil sway
Only Hope and Faith can, such foe defeat
to bring redemption, lay joy at ones feet!
Hold firm, in knowledge, Light truly redeems
to save mortal souls, from world's evil schemes!
Robert J. Lindley, 8-17-2019
Sonnet, ( Once Found Blessing, Where Land Flows With Milk And Honey )
Note--
Born from a dream that sought me out last night
Truth gave sight, gave power to further heal
Darkness meets defeat by Power of Light
Salvation comes only in divine meal.
LXXVIII
Why hides the sun his face as in defeat?
The day is done and this ninth hour had come
As sorrows flood with tears that grace his feet
That faints the eye of such a tempest calm
Then stillness breaks the hanging Victor shouts
Man’s worst is done yet still may perish not
For God his best hath done that leaves no doubt
Unblemished lamb in whom there is no spot
The grievous cross by which he suffered death
He welcomed with his open arms so wide
Forgave our sins, forever to forget
And rent the veil that set a great divide
The finished sacrifice my gap did breach
What glorious grace is this by which I’m reached!
Soundless words gather in the mist of your ever-changing stature
Contorting banter smothers the landscape of your toil
Your soul is defined through pillage of thought and pleasure
Whispers and taunts explode without truth
Circling the antics of foolish affairs
Your respect stains below wicked feet
Gnawing the attentive to reap consideration of being great
Your masquerade was open to me
Groping the passive nature from within
Accepting the ignorance of others
Clutching the fight for happiness
Insubordinate dupe your talent is lacked
Gather your forces I am not coming back
no one can defeat
real truth of wisdom of love
real heart possess that
that's the true power
to conquer real hearts of truth
dead heart do not feel
real's who think for all
in all community's world
love humanity
Supreme framed this world
angels show us true life's ways
humanity's love
I hammered some words
Out from the quarry of my brain
They fell around in shards;
Some like boulders,
Some like rocks and rubble
I picked them up one by one.
Block on block, I piled them up
Thinking I could build a ‘pleasure dome’
But,
When it was time for the workman
To marvel over the beauty and wonder
Of his dream creation
His masonry tumbled down
Like sand castles built
By little hands on sea strands
Or dunes of quicksand sliding down
I have lost count of the times,
This has happened before.
Now I stay resigned,
Amid a heap of debris
Is there any use feeling remorse?
When Rome was burning,
Like Nero fiddling on his harp,
I sit on this pile of wreck
Piping my thoughts away
In the cusp between victory and defeat
Exacting as much ecstasy as I can
Before the truth looms large
In all its stark nakedness!
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May.14.2022
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Tonight, there is no joy in the Broncos nation.
That was not just defeat, it was an annihilation.
Many of us were witnesses to the devastation.
It made Denver television viewers change the station.
Numerous Broncos fans must be wearing a frown.
In four quarters, they scored one measly touchdown.
It must be quiet in that big Colorado town.
Things were bad enough to make the greenest grass turn brown.
Over the Broncos, a witch’s spell must have been cast.
The gang was like a ship that sank very fast.
It seems the team saved its worst game for last.
On offense and defense, the men in orange were outclassed.
Along comes the addendum that nobody likes to hear:
The Broncos will get it together and win next year.
Victory
Triumphant, Engaging
Thrusting, Achieving, Conquer
Winter, Summer, Spring, Fall
Weaken, slumber, failing
Slowly, Suddenly
Defeat
Troy, The Defeat, Odysseus Punishment
Apollo, the archer-god, was quite unfair
Slew Eurytus for a vain archery boast
Mortal lives he had so very little care
Sending Greek ships sailing to the coast
Helen of Sparta, beauty beyond compare
face that launched a thousand ships
She of perfect face , body and hair
Paris stole this prize on his epic trip
Mighty hosts of epic fame and renown
sailed away to retrieve this treasure
Oaths given to hunt Troy's Paris down
Sacking the great city for good measure
Tens years of battles history so records
Heroes of brave deeds, tales now told
Great warriors , sworn to mighty Lords
Fought in the style of the swords of old
War was long and death was so redundant
Odysseus, devised a very cunning deceit
Pray upon Troy's hopes so very abundant
Victory, the sailing away of Greek fleet
A gift of a horse statue left on shore
Warriors hidden within its outer shell
Planned surprise attack just once more
Sack Troy sending its warriors to hell
Such a success was this devious plan
Troy fell to its most relentless foes
Death harvested wrath upon every man
Brought Odysseus trials the story goes
Odysseus warrior of Troy's epic defeat
Master of the great bow of Eurytus fame
Destroyer of Troy by such cunning deceit
Slayer sailed away, Troy in all in flame
Robert J. Lindley , 08-31-2014
note: Eurytus' grandfather was Apollo, the archer-god,
and was also a famed archer. Eurytus has been noted by
some as the one who taught Heracles the art of archery.
According to Homer, Eurytus became so proud of his
archery skills that he challenged Apollo. The god
killed Eurytus for his presumption, and Eurytus' bow
was passed to Iphitus, who later gave the bow to his
friend Odysseus. It was this bow that Odysseus used to
kill the suitors who had wanted to take his wife,
Penelope.
If in my journey to achieve my goals
I crumble or stumble an lose my soul,
My close acquaintances will know I gave
it my all
and know this was only a pitfall,
Without No father-No money- No choice-No guide
I only act towards my voice inside
If it leads me wrong an down a dead-end
I'll learn from my mistakes an try to comprehend
The inner and the outer,
Are dissolving fast in space.
The ominous clouds of thunder,
Are covering your face.
The meek the mild and innocent,
Are trampled under feet,
As we go one marching blindly,
To our invincible defeat.
No more calling softly,
No more calling you,
We've lost our hope and loving,
What once we thought was true.
And now the choice is coming,
Riding on a wave,
To be a free man dying,
Or be a mad man's slave.
And now the drums are drumming,
Drumming down the line,
Will you be marching forwards?
Will you be deaf and blind?
Will the light of sacred meaning?
Shine from bottom of your heart?
As the soldiers go on marching,
Tearing our humanity apart.
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Sleepless, with defeat...
when night is black and what is left
is time turning back on promises
The sugar coated world askew
What happened to the world I knew?
My head in sand? Was it a joke?
Have I only seen the best of times,
and what is left declines , declines...
The news of grim, and smoke, and rage
has filtered down and I sink in
beyond the edge where I can't bear
another sound of death or war,
of senseless crime against the pure.
I can't command my heart to heal
or hands to cure those in despair
I peel the covers from my bed
and take an aspirin for my head
and click remote and choke on war,
or some new evil presence near.
What happened to the hope I knew?
I'm left bereft, again, again
A violent mess the world is in
I try to keep my dreams alive
and turn the clock back frequently,
when all seemed right in my small world,
when rules were rules, not this confused.
Of course, I know it wasn't real
The world is cruel, has always been,
and yes it is naive' of me
to think it not, to want a shot
at fantasy
So I must write, and be requite, spend dead of night
with thoughts of kindness, wearing blinders.
By day, I must embrace a world bereft, of life and death,
Of Isis, crisis, snipers, takers, rapers, starving children bearing rifles,
headline breakers, heartache makers
I take them all to bed with me
These cancers love the pitch of night, and grow without control
stalking me, my peace of mind
The nights for sleeping often die
sleepless, with defeat
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For Charlotte's Contest: 7/31/15
Poor ol’ Pyrrho, he’s the hero
Of my somber poetry:
Couldn’t figure how to pick your
Core beliefs with certainty.
Bold Descartes, he got the party
Started with his Cogito.
Up popped Pyrrho (what a zero!),
Said to think is not to know.
Next, John Locke, he tried his luck; he
Claimed true knowledge must appear
By consensus of the senses,
But just how, he wasn’t clear.
David Hume, an ornery human,
Stripped Sir Science of support.
Just one reason he could seize on:
Custom is our sheer resort.
Kant, the strange one, said, now hang on;
For what’s really real don’t fuss:
Be content to just consent to
What our minds make real to us.
Lastly, Hegel scored a bagel
With his dialectic ways:
Synthesizing’s just surmising
When you have no solid base.
Oh, bewail their learned failure
To make absolutely sure
Of the theories man can fear he’s
Welcomed with a false allure!
As for poor ol’ Pyrrho’s moral,
Which I think we should applaud:
Don’t be blurtin’ that you’re certain—
You are just a man, not God.
Defeat
Blood starts drippin’ from the soldier’s wound
Seeps like sewage ‘neath the politician’s room
Deep in the house, white fades to red
And the freedom we’re fighting for seems to be dead
‘Cause we can’t win like he once said
No we can’t triumph over the hate in our enemy’s head
But we’re deep in mud over the ******** we’ve been fed
While more and more soldiers awake in Heaven’s bed
The wind is blowing like a hurricane
In the frightening desolated lands
Where the wolves are insane
And hawks feast on bloody hands
Bullets flying, children dying, mothers crying
While the beasts are lying and hiding
Behind black curtains that no one’s finding
But God knows the truth, and He’s forevermore sighing
Too many hands washed in widows’ tears
Too many echoed gun shots ringing in ears
Too many hearts frozen numb from fears
Of hope too distant, like skylight chandeliers
Wounded souls soaked in blotched black fate
Disillusioned by dark demons’ fate
Persistent nightmares of woebegone escape:
Screeching fervently under Liberty’s Gate
I grasp the rope fabric with delicate care,
Neck tickling from its bristly hair
My chapped, dry lips whisper a final prayer
Before a tightening ravish pain permeates the air
A bright radiant flash scorches the cloudless horizon
And ashes drift upward, caressing my bare, dangling feet
Bleak, barren, biting malice below seems blazon
But the dead know not the sentiment of defeat
An equal share of victory and defeat...
greeting happiness, summoning sadness!
An equal share of victory and defeat...
rejoicing in light, trembling in darkness!
How we live and age depends on circumstance and time...
an equal share of victory and defeat!
Youth is pure glory when the body is not weak...
an equal share of victory and defeat!
Before sixty we were vibrant, now frail and ready to die...
an equal share of victory and defeat!
An equal share of victory and defeat...
greeting happiness, summoning sadness!
An equal share of victory and defeat...
rejoicing in light, trembling in darkness!
Taste rain and feel sunshine, ignore wrinkles, age spots and such...
an equal share of victory and defeat!
Leave gold and everything behind, it's troublesome for the rich...
an equal share of victory and defeat!
Have we lived fearlessly or covered by a sheet?
An equal share of victory and defeat!
An equal share of victory and defeat...
greeting happiness, summoning sadness!
An equal share of victory and defeat...
rejoicing in light, trembling in darkness!
What we accomplish through life remains bright or bleak...
an equal share of victory and defeat!
Gray hair means wisdom, neglect the puffiness under the eyes...
an equal share of victory and defeat!
We came into existence to lead meaningful, not purposeless lives...
an equal share of victory and defeat!
An equal share of victory and defeat...
greeting happiness, summoning sadness!
An equal share of victory and defeat...
rejoicing in light, trembling in darkness!
I came into this beautiful world,
The reason is love.
That selfless love and parent’s Devotion,
The reason is love.
Appease or Persuade, Jealousy and Dispute,
The reason is love.
Love for money, love for honey, name and for fame, love for kin, love for friend, every thrive and every drive..Love, Yes! Love is the reason behind every game!
Infatuation though momentary,
The reason is love.
Friendship, Hatred, Competition and even Cooperation,
The reason is love.
Rivalry, Loyalty and Betrayal, Blessings and Abuses,
The reason is love.
Love for money, love for honey, name and for fame, love for kin, love for friend, every thrive and every drive..Love, Yes! Love is the reason behind every game!
Strength and Courage, Sacrifices and Surrender or Destruction,
The reason is love.
Aspiration, Passion and Dedication,
The reason is love.
Flounders, Contentment and Depression,
The reason is love.
Love for money, love for honey, name and for fame, love for kin, love for friend, every thrive and every drive..Love, Yes! Love is the reason behind every game!
Pain and Relief, Triumph and Defeat,
The reason is love.
Death and Reincarnation,
The reason is love.
Love for money, love for honey, name and for fame, love for kin, love for friend, every thirst and every quench..Love, Yes! Love is the reason behind every game!
14/03/2019