Best Disrupting Poems
Like the pompous pied piper leading the way,
chirping his tune of a dawning new day,
frustrations were championed, oh how we followed,
the ego stuffed shirt of a suit cold and hollow.
From the top of the hill, he showed us the view,
convincing our eyes it was harshly askew.
Nearing the cliffs as if caught in a spell,
he fed us like lambs from his poisonous well.
Touting sweet taste of his truth well embittered,
ignoring the signs of nonsensical twitter,
rot with the smell of the nations decay,
we drank from his cup of a water so gray.
Watching and waiting for gifts of his gruel,
the masses assured we were not made a fool,
his promise of greatness was all we could see,
with great expectations of how it would be.
There's no turning back once we swore the man in,
believing bright futures were soon to begin,
blinding frustration gave evil its day
for the pompous pied piper to lead us astray.
He led us to thinking, all driven by fear,
then gave his directives so cryptically clear,
stripping the values by which we would stand
before the American dream had been banned.
Addicted to all the attention and glory,
swiftly he moved to remain the top story,
insisting on walls made of concrete and steel
built by the anger and hate we should feel.
Then some were shaken, disrupting his spell
and found he was stealing our Liberty Bell.
The fog began lifting and soon we would see
the piper exposed as the fraud he would be.
Time has a way, proven over again,
of playing its imminent part.
The shedding of light upon every mans soul,
exposing his darkness of heart.
No longer seduced by the piping we hear,
choosing to see through the veil,
Democracy once again fights to survive,
let us all pray we prevail!
-Jeannie Cronin
Lilacs perfume the Summer's sultry air,
wafting fragrance upon the evening breeze.
And an indigo sky of flawless blue;
frames the emerald leaves atop the trees.
Sol melts like a nugget of molten gold,
slowly sinking into a sea of fire.
And ebony saturates the darkness;
as lingering sunbeams slowly expire.
The screeching of an owl pierces the dark:
disrupting the silence imposed by Night.
And Dusk's silhouettes morph into pitch black,
as shadows absorb the last of the light.
Luna rises at a leisurely pace,
beautifying Night with Her beaming face.
Riding distressed air, thoughts wander off
Disrupting poise and shaking her resolve
As the blue skies yield to darkened clouds
And sunny day concedes to advent of dark.
Looking for warmth she reaches far back
Reminiscing allure of moonlit ambiance
When holding hands under luminous stars
Amatory vibes twinkled dreamy romance.
Not a word he says about impending plight
Wrapping around her a reassuring stance,
Humming a tune from the sensuous past
Looking for sunshine amidst dreary storm.
Tomorrow will be the first day of new life
As countdown begins to how long he lives.
She'll be ready with the will of almighty,
Defying death at the entrance of mortality.
Much as they try to verbalize what's ahead
Silence manifests when words are needed.
A kiss of passion says she'll love him always
As one last tear sheds in grip of his embrace.
February 4, 2019
Placed 1st: Strand choice K contest by Brian Strand
Placed 2nd in one last tear poetry contest by Silent One
The sky is a Luciferian estuary
rolling and roaring in crimson flames,
a twisted design of detonated debris,
like splitting sighs
from internal implosions,
raining fragments of the past:
matchbox memories
piercing through suffocating silence
as time tortures the mind
with flashbacks of floating fragility…
O invisible moonlight,
pour me a purple potion
to erase the pain behind
perplexed pupils.
I no longer desire to be
cast in the clamorous clusters,
convicted as the captive ~
a ghost of games
playing on the bones of brokenness,
this cave of shame,
this cell of hellfire,
this emotional shrapnel,
reflecting self-loathing nightmares.
Perhaps I crowned myself
the commander,
leading the devil’s disciples
into a war assembled from fear…
And this heart ~ a metallic maelstrom
mourning in the turmoil of melancholy ~
breaks from the inability
to step beyond wrathful walls
to a landscape of holiness,
to seek the footsteps of pilgrimage.
For I am caught in
the whirling whispers of
spectral regrets,
replicating rectangular ruins,
electrifying the empyrean
with greyed grief
and yellowed yearning.
Pondering ~ am I the blasphemer
in the cross-eyed faces of monsters?
Am I the breath
that trembled ~ disrupting the peace?
Am I the empty spaces
filling the crystalline cracks
between haunting hours,
while darkness devours
treacherous tales
climbing from the
archives of devious agony…
But can love gift this skeletal sorrow
a twilight-kissed cloak of hope?
Will heaven be a witness
to these bleeding carvings
within the tall pillars
of my splintered spirit,
while the dying lamp of life
slowly fades and waves farewell
in faint colors ~ depicting misery
like demons decaying,
shaping a sadistic sanctuary
of malignant madness~
a familiar insanity inked
as a heinous home…
I am blessed, I am loved
His grace and mercy upon my life
Is greater than the universe’s dimension
And all of Earth’s demission and demotion
Won’t keep me from my life devotion
I am blessed yes it’s true
His protection and fortification
Is stronger than the world’s defenses
In all the enemy’s attempts for my distraction
And the corruption disrupting my trail
Can’t obstruct me from my deliverance
I am blessed and adored*
His affection and devotion to me
Extends beyond pacific leans
All deceptions and confusions in my track
Won’t extract me from his Compassion
I am blessed and so are you
His love I am so eager to share
I was extruded to excellence
By my tutor a giant convection
To convey his vast press
Lord, I have been blessed,
Not only was I blessed,
But I have been divinely favored
Waves of Change
Changes in life descriptionalized
In comparison to waves of the ocean
Our bodies are made mostly of water
A body of water with flowing emotions
Now an ocean will flow peacefully
Until there is a bit of turbulence
Disrupting from a smooth flow
With the up and down currents
As we walk onto a new path
A different kind of feeling steps in
New ventures can be scary in thought
Of what is left behind when we begin
An air of difference can bring on a spin
To a funnel effect as does a water spout
Sometimes when in the spin motion cycle
We are shaded by clouds and cannot see out
When actually caught within the spin
We do not see the change is there
Our sense of direction is lost
We become totally unaware
If you are the one caught
Within that fast paced spin
You will not be able to see
The shape you are really in
That’s the time we need someone
To give us a tap on the shoulder
It’s not a matter of who knows more
Or which one of the other is older
You’ll need a friend like Dory was
Saying to just keep swimming the sea
To never give up your hopes and dreams
As changes in life really just happen to be
Florence McMillian (Flo)
Floating high in deepest space, un-seen by eye, exploding stars
breath new life, from gas and rocks a planets birth, that leaves a trail
for mankind to annihilate, this planet earth once was blue!
Solar flares soar out through space disrupting waves and bending light
heat and life, a nucleus that keeps us warm…elementary
unconquered, a viking probe spies, breaks barriers seeking signs
While black holes devour light; then inside out birthing new stars
galaxies stretch out fingers to a dark void; infinity
the big bang brought us life and hope from gravity; gravitas.
© 15/6/2014
Debbies contest
blackbirds in the rain
walking among the fallen leaves
under the old mango tree
with dripping leaves
bathing the grass below
blackbirds diligently lifting
the rain soaked fallen leaves
peering underneath for insects
and worms
flushed out
by the drizzling rain
pausing to gulp one down
then scooting off again
searching for more
sitting under the shed
with raindrops playing their music
on the galvanised sheet roof
with a beat
that resonates
within my inner being
putting me in a trance
connecting me to the rain
and the puddles on the ground
with the raindrops
gently tapping the water's surface
creating rings that collide
with one another
disrupting their individual shapes
creating a dynamic new pattern
reflecting their unity
and bubbling with energy
in the drizzling rain
O what a deep feeling
of peacefulness and serenity
with the rain
the dripping leaves
and the puddles
serenading my spirit
with the eternal song of Nature
and merging it into the
Unity Of All Things
It was raining today. There was a constant drizzle for hours. I sat in a shed attached to the house, watching the blackbirds in action in the rain, searching for their food. The constant rhythmic sound of the rain on the galvanised sheet roof of the shed and the gentle drama playing out in the backyard with the blackbirds was a spiritual experience for me connecting me with Nature and the unity of all things as mentioned in the last verse.
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Wrath
Do not be angry with your fellow friend
It tears you apart
And, it puts stress on your heart
Greed
No need to own more than you already have
Resolve your passion for those in need
Step up and be the one to lead
Sloth
The Truth of the Word is written
Take heed so you will not it take lightly
For the Words are not meant slightly
Pride
God gave us two meanings
We can choose to be more than we should
Or make better choices to not be misunderstood
Lust
A powerful emotion this is, takes control
Thoughts in the mind are intense and disrupting
Prayer to the Higher Power will be the only way to interrupting
Envy
Submit not to it
No concern of others’ wealth, you have what you need
With that, you will succeed
Gluttony
Waste not your food, drink, or belongings
Those who have nothing, distribute your supply
Chances are you will get by.
©Holly P. Moore
November 2012
OWSZAT
The match was slow and boring
The runs were far between,
And an air of dreamy somnolence
Hung o’er the village green.
Then out from the pavilion
A handsome figure ran.
The crowd sat up, paid notice,
A loud applause began.
The stranger sprinted round the pitch
Disrupting all the match,
The fielder halted in his stride
And dropped an easy catch.
The umpire tried to intervene
His finger raised in protest,
The streaker slipped beneath his guard,
It really was no contest.
The team stood up and egged him on
And cheered as he gained speed,
It was a very daring act
They one and all agreed.
But when his little dangly bits
Removed the Home Team’s wicket,
A cry went roaring round the ground
“Egad Sir – that’s not cricket!”
Peace to all of the inhabitants within and without the universe
Respect to all existence both stagnant and dynamic
No desire to understand only to observe and appreciate
Those who’ve sought understanding have greatly misunderstood
They intend to change (upgrade) and will inevitably spike altercation
Disrupting and forever corrupting universal equilibrium
Effort to become God the creator and healer of all is the cause of disruption
Persevering disabling efforts to be God with the determination of correction is the cause of infinite corruption – the effect of cyclical disruption
“____ heals all wounds”
No human is able to fix
We are only able to use
An attempt to restore is abuse
“____ heals all wounds”
Rest
Path lost...starcrossed
on the wings of an albatross
Flying through such stormy weather
battle elements,but not together
Sun setting....upsetting
deprived of love they should be getting
Alone they walk on different oceans
stormy seas disrupting motion
Soulmates....never too late
two lovers fate as must they wait....
....my mind gets ahead of me
since you're the only one I see....
The base word “dally,” from old French used to mean to chat idly.
dilly-dally of dandelions - seeds on fire, blown
downward. inspire
molten icing— erupting,
disrupting the perfect garden of peace.
dilly-dally, those tongues wagging like puppy tails.
such excitement, seems friendly, enticing—
it’s dicey; the splintering
of rivulets, they run
dripping from waterfall lips, diving off the precarious cliff -
trampolines everywhere, but they’re missed. the kiss
of candy-sweet news, the licorice-twist…
she can’t place a hand over her own gaping hole.
the dog bites the hand that tries to scold.
the slap-happy hoarding of gossip - the girl
can’t get enough. when it’s not on the wire,
she turns to the swoon of reality t.v.
salivating, with ears like a drainage ditch,
or a sinkhole, a muddy swamp. she loves
it.
they
don’t.
run.
she’s
trouble.
11/19/2022
Once life slipped from my young days,
taking away all happiness;
it rained, but flowers didn't grow,
hope was as far as a rainbow...
deprivation and longing
made me shout at my ill fate
to stop its wrongdoing
before it turned to hate.
Yes, taking back life wasn't easy,
but what's left is mine to pursue...
to enjoy before my hour of death;
and I hope that it will continue
without disrupting the harmony
between love and happy living:
'though lost time can't return,
the present is enough!
Years have passed and generosity
has flourished in a loveless heart,
now, every friend notices how
it loves them without resentment;
and they reflect over my words,
" Taking back life wasn't easy...
I fought hard and won
by making the right choices!"
No one faces lost love rationally,
forgoing all their romantic notions.
For confusion confounds reality,
when running a gauntlet of emotions.
Doubt anonymously attacks with guile,
its impact devastating to dreamers.
And fears flourish on the remains of trust,
disrupting slumber with nightmare screamers.
You've been fed a concoction of lies,
a highly emotional, potent mix.
And you're no longer able to forgive,
shielding your heart behind a wall of bricks.
Wallowing in your pain, you shun support,
as fantasies conceived in love, abort.