Best Deformation Poems
The power we now witness is only the start
An angry earth she is, her tectonic plates in depart
Seconds later they again meet with abrasive force
The reaction to the action is just a matter of course
Crustal deformation from the abyss of her deep
For she'll care not for, the thousands who will weep
Translucent displacement in furious rise
The energies are now released that will swamp victims cries
Substantial volumes gather at a tremendous rate
No care for our future or the disaster it will create
Whilst out at sea we can can't determine the size
For we will feel the anger as she forcefully applies
Sirens now sounded, on the horizon it's been sighted
Evacuation to the listening, the unheard will be blighted
As it now approaches the shore, wave shoaling compresses the wave
It's speed now slowed down, we now await what it craves
Like a silent assassin it's now ready to pounce
No prisoners it will take as it lands in thunderous trounce
Smashing and crashing as it collects in it's wake
No care for the living or it's material take
The gathering of debris amidst gas mains that erupt
Power lines and buildings feel her anger so abrupt
Losses of many are now caught up in this sadness
From she angry earth, or has she entered madness
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If I had to recount a range for pure,
If would be womb to birth to sixteen years.
Aglow with vigor on a virgin shore --
Of first-love hugs and superhuman tears.
Fearless and careless of body and mind,
A known contradiction, a youthful show.
But, age spins quickly to the daily grind --
And, feelings reverse as we age and flow.
Gray and grown with painful inflammation.
Nothing to fear from a senior mind-prism.
Protesting every new deformation --
The paradox of youth versus wisdom.
Young, infinite, bliss, immortality --
Lost in mature, moonless normality.
August 23, 2016
Which Of The Four Would You Choose - Poetry Contest
I Can Breathe … IF You Let Me!
Woefully, from the days of our patriarch Kunta Kinte, to this century;
They have tried to strip us of our name, our dignity and our ethnicity.
It’s people like us and the weight of an unjust system that’s the problem;
They are sorely hindering our men and women, our people’s emblem.
The constant victimization is stifling, suppressing, and suffocating;
For the strength of beautifully coloured, melanin skin, we are suffering.
What is it? Is our overwhelming culture threatening their ‘supremacy?’
What’s their cause? Is this their statement, “Our life here is like vagrancy?”
Why!?! Why are so many significant people and organisations silent?
For our people also was justice, impartiality and equal rights surely meant.
They wilfully allowed a dog much more privilege than our melanin people;
They gave us “equal” opportunities, but at every corner, placed a steeple.
They cry intimidation, resisting arrest and feeling threatened, out loud;
But, it’s a solemn travesty that our people struggle just to strut proud.
When we hold our heads high, they kneel on our necks, to break it;
Every people give benefit, but, as a divided ‘world’ we can’t profit.
When will they get it? When will this blatantly racist anarchy end?
“I can’t breathe;” this gut-wrenching tweet everyone needs to trend.
“Black lives matter” just as much as every other life, most assuredly;
These grave injustices must be speedily eradicated and not voiced implicitly.
Rally people, rally! All people! We need thorough System reformation;
Our people’s dignity, ethnicity, and rights have suffered enough deformation.
End
By: Dion Penville
MOON LUST
Deformation of a stained moon,
(Lovers look at that far away man)
And his buttons pop pride full.
(Goose bumps appear as a wolf howls)
Spilled tears as the moon shuts its eyes,
Transforms into a fearful crescent.
The gigantic wolf sleeps in lover’s arms
For lust of spicier morsels after battle.
Geology, the science of the earth,
elucidates the intricacies of the creation
of the continents and the oceans,
explores the complex make-up
of the deep interior and the lofty mountains,
deciphers from the fossils,
the evolutionary trends of life.
All these aspects are imprinted
in the contents of the rocks,
enunciating the 4.5 billion year history of the earth.
As a professional geologist,
my expertise lies in the study of rock structures,
that ascertain the deformation pattern,
consequential to the interplay of tectonic forces,
forming the mountain chains,
Like the old Caledonia and the young Himalaya,
and creating earthquake-causing faults,
like in the Saint Andreas and in the Anatolia.
A piece of rock is not just
a chunk of ordinary stone to me,
it enumerates the fascinating anecdote
of the eventful eons of the earth,
and unfolds the mysteries of the blue planet.
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March 30, 2023
Gross misconduct bullets falling like rain drops
Mosquitoes kissing marinated children
While in the hood homeless and thugs
Suck on those the things unruly plugs
Crack-cocaine, meth, mary-jane
Elusive while simultaneously being inclusive
Only check me N marching boys to men
Both dying over seas
Are we protecting democracy
So they be so illiterate literally can't pull the trigger
Might have put a fon to his heads go figure
Counterfeit dreams nightmares
So they fought for us they be home now
Lock them up seclude them drug them out checkmate it's a stand still Satan steals and kills
He even tries to bends our wills women mothers crying because their boys and men are out in the war they come back home they're being denied governments denying urban city countries wars going to get you got mine seasons change what it is what it ain't none of that mistreatment and where are the trains on the railroad tracks cell phone tires towers missing children the promises of ups All I see is down mental health rising And I'm on a checkerboard multi-colored squares summer black summer white that's the closest we touch Where is the heaven where God is my witness yet it seems like he dismissed us in Jesus what color is he black or white or is he red yellow Tanner Brown Is he mine Is he yours do we just belong to the burns And how do birds live or more how do they sore in the sky or how I wished and I could fly I know I never die because my true self is energy but I don't want to be consumed and compiled in the colds of raising fires I want to live in a new body and love embrace by the father above the Grossman's conduct of my flesh body deformation my character caught up and pride like Illuminati The only luminess that I want to shine in is the resistance being a child of God about living God I light shines from my heart outward I light I come across the evils of myself first I liked this game in this worldly plain and it's physical vein I light I am of prophetic energies I am like in my father and he might be in every step that I take I go right because if I were to go left it would be checkmate?
4/6/23
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Another years gone and yes we can
Has become another lost dream
No one stand up for patriout act to apply
To americans
We had momentum and lost steam
Were are new leaders
Ours are outdated and holding
Us back
Were is the love accepted
But not fact
Why is their black americans
Seeking reperations for crimes against africans
If that ever works I'm sue the british
For deformation of character
Why are the children silenced
Scared because they sit home
And listen to violence in every song
Show and game
Here the truth we all plaYing same game
And we all bluffing the same deal
Aces with eights
No matter what its a dead mans hand
Writing is one thing I do daily
Early in the morning
My mind will be humming
So wise the words of wisdom sounds
Alike a rice free of sands
Helping to humanity
Teaches you humility
Makes you a star in your community
You live with impunity
A wise man is not questioned
When you are wise
You turns unique
People begin to mimic you
These are the words that make sense
The words that are sensible enough to bring light of information
Its information cure deformation
The formation of wisdom in the citizens is the development of the nation in all angles
It is citizens that owns a country and not country that owns them
Leniency brings light to the world, and makes right for a nation
Where wise men are filled, nothing lacks
Where knowledge is being stored is treasured with higher value
Where wise information are being shared, you don't see much deformation
Life has many things to give for those who are wise
Wiseness is not only information, but a gift of rational thinking
Talent is a gift of
Yes,drunk I am,my valentine,
Half with woe,half with wine;
& here I have your V-day-gift..
Thanks,O dear,for giving it!
Fragnant moments full of bliss
The joys behind a hug or a
kiss
& now,this feeling of bitter
pain
O,you have given it once
again!
Misunderstanding &
separation
A tender heart & its
deformation
Curses & this misery of mine
I owe to you my Valentine..
Two estranged species of flora bud in shared soil
Where a photosynthetic dazzle prompts emotional pollination
By any other color, an infestation is unaffected,
The inspired beauty falls away and wilts beyond time
A dance in a determined wind,
Storms of petals reach from the meadow across the hill
While the symphony of daybreak’s mysticism awakens the world,
A faded flower entangles itself in a foreign stem
The smaller soon enough towers in its own right
What deformation can present itself in an aftermath?
There is no forest obscuring the breeze,
For a dandelion dubbed a weed
Of my creation and creator I was absolutely ignorant, but I knew that I possessed no money, no friends, no kind of property. I was, besides, endued with a figure hideously deformed and loathsome; I was not even of the same nature as man.
I was more agile than they and could subsist upon a coarser diet; I bore the extremes of heat and cold with less injury to my frame; my stature far exceeded theirs. When I looked around I saw and heard of none like me. Was I, then, a monster, a blot upon the earth, from which all men fled and whom all men disowned?
At length I felt my first stirring; still, at first, it was inward. I began to question what I was, and why I was there, what had become of me.
I was in some great confusion about my existence, my being.
Then I forgot my deformation and lost it, for I grew accustomed to all men.
So I began to grow at an abnormal rate, and my frame enlarged and grew. I, who could barely support my own weight, began to walk in a rough fashion, but in an unconscious way, and without taking heed of my position and how my limbs moved. As I began to eat and drink, my strength grew and developed, but my bones were straitened and cracked and my flesh was scabby.
My ability to bear pain was diminished and I suffered much, but I fared well. My constitution, it is true, was deficient and I needed much care, but I had acquired the means of overcoming my weakness.
And so I passed my days at the springs and in the woods, without interfering with the acts of the animals. I had learnt to behave kindly.
Just a few years back you couldn’t talk about colonic irrigation without getting a picture of a grimacing, painfully thin middle-aged woman with large breasts.
I AM MONSTER.
My heart is dry. Horror.
:: 03.29.2022 ::
Sweater than honey love may seem
Its reality,bitter than ever imagined
A rain of happiness we suppose
it showers
Great floods of sorrow accompany
its arrival
It can be a trusted guard to your path
It can also be the terrorist blocking
your escape
It can be the perfect healer to your
heart's wounds
It can also be the antidoteless poison
darkening your heart
It can be your anticipated beautiful
Spring
It can also be the sad Autumn after your
Spring
Love can actually make you whole
It also owns the power to break you all
In its hand lies the jurisdiction to
reformation
At its fingertips resides the sway to
deformation
Beware!The sea of love is a dangerous
one
Great and mighty are the tides to combat
You can either drown,or you can survive
The latter is almost impossible,not really
impossible
Clothe yourself with the wetsuit of patience
It keeps you going throughout the tides
Guard your heart with the lifejacket of
perseverance
It keeps it afloat not to drown in pain
Deformation.
Ever time we ridicule them
Just for how they look,
We fade a soul. And then
We hand them the key
To permanent discrepancy.
They perform their show for us
And then we ridicule,
Pay the price it took
To make them the fool.
And as they publicise
Their pain,
It turns our twisted minds,
Into - What we see as
Perfection.
Although we are
As deserving of their name -
Deformation.
And who’s to say we’re
All so different?
For surely they must know,
As they carry out their
Promise to society,
Or as we say - the show.
They secretly ridicule us.
For they can see that we
Have minds which are not free, that
We too are deformed - In
A way which we don’t see,
A sickness of the mind -
Deformed mentally.
And so beneath the ingrained fear, they
See through our disguise.
For there will always be
The day when we will realise
That we are the deformation, and
So in our spite
We marked them the malformation,
To escape its clutches, tight.
Yet through their despair,
They already know the truth.
They are the better people,
with the innocence of youth.
Perhaps its part of the pact,
Perhaps their hearts aren’t torn.
As who’s to say we’re different?
For our perfection, too, is torn.
The first day of war is the last day of peace
The leaders serve not like ladders anymore
They turn to feathers
And fly away
Because they are the land lords of the nation
The tenants now bear the penance
War is just three alphabets
But can make a tall tree historic round the world
Where there’s war
There’s information
And there’s deformation
Those who are not informed about set bombs,
They get deformed
Some may not be able to perform anymore
Some may die
Some may lie critically ill
But still
The tyrants won’t stop the war
They are the one
They can change the signal
To stop the scandal
I can see
The fighters are tired
They want to retire
But who will stop the war
Hey you tyrant
It’s time for retirement
Weapon is the subject
On a sunny day
You fight
On a beautiful ‘MTN’-yellow Day
You fight
On a dark night
You don’t need light
You stay tight
Ready to fight,
You hide in agility
When you think the war is over
It just begun
See amoured car in the boulevard
War
Noise everywhere
Who is safe?
I guess none
What is war?
War is when one is killed
Two are killed
Mother and father die
The murders fly away like they have feathers
Shading of blood everywhere
Oh! My God
A king handles a gun
No matter how thin a slave looks, he handles a gun
They need people to fight
Who are they?
‘The tyrants’
Just say yes,
And you are sent to the war front
He who is in the war front
Knows he’s dying at anytime
But a strong soldier stays
A strong soldier is looking forward to vanquishing his enemies
And a strong soldier is looking forward to saving his people from shame of defeat
Oh! What a brave soldier
When there’s nothing close to you,
Your gun is right beside
Always ready to pull the trigger
Chei! What war can cause
War keeps one restless
What a great stress that can cause a distress
Oh my mistress
Don’t vex when you miss me
Am in the war front
But I assure you one thing
I am coming back because I am a great soldier
Feel sober always expect me knocking
War could be fun
But when you’re not prepared
You can’t prevail
Go and prepare
For you to prevail
The fun of war lies on the winning days
A good or smart soldier fight his way out without injury,
And a great soldier is rushed to therapy
Where is the wound that war gave you?
Ambush is the ambition of the gorillas
Geology, the science of the earth,
elucidates the intricacies of
creation of continents and opening of oceans,
explores the complex framework
of the multilayered deep interior,
and unravels the enigmatic structure
of the mighty mountains,
deciphers from the fossils,
the evolutionary trends of life.
The arcane aspects of earth’s ancient architecture,
imprinted in the petrified rock strata,
enunciate the 4.5 billion year history of the planet.
My expertise as a geologist
lies in the study of rock structures,
that ascertain the deformation pattern,
consequential to the interplay of tectonic forces,
drifting the evolving continents,
forming the changing montage of mountain chains,
like the old Caledonia and the young Himalaya,
and creating earthquake-causing seismic faults,
like in the Saint Andreas and in the Anatolia.
A piece of rock is not just
a chunk of ordinary stale stone to me,
the lattice of the entwined minerals
enumerates the lyrical anecdote
of the eventful eons of the earth,
motivates me with poetic passion,
as I unfold the mysteries of the blue planet.