Best Ensconce Poems
laden in the semblance of the lifeless
i curled my mind, nesting in the umbrage
of memories that haunt more than touch
unable to soar within the wind's of time
she begged me to fly, wrap my wings around faith
offer her comfort, make promises she knows i can't keep
yet my words fall darkened like november days upon her deafness
my shoulders carry her weight as her silence screams aloud
i see the bony fingers of darkness pointing
at yet another encompassed in my coalition
she knows he's come for her, i see the fear
in her downcast eyes, as tears trail my back
i pretend to be tethered on strings of hope
ensconce my fears with factitious smiles
praying she doesn't see the forlorn looming
as i suppress my own tears through a stammer of words
while cursing death beneath my breath, unsettled within
i clamber the ground on deflected knees, hands enclosed
in sullenness my words are uplifted on a zephyr of last breaths
bore of a dozen souls lost as i withdrawal in this unrest of fate once more
November 11, 2019
Categories:
ensconce, cancer, death, friend,
Form:
Free verse
Fair winds and following seas.
May full sails surge with scudding breeze.
May peaceful moorings host your craft
wherever indulgent winds waft.
A toast now to your safe return.
May choppy seas be left astern.
May evening offer pleasing berth
to ensconce in halcyon firth.
Categories:
ensconce, boat, goodbye, sea, wind,
Form:
Rhyme
Written: September 15, 2023
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In a cosmic world where marvels dwell,
There lies a well where truth does swell.
Under the surface of the cultural tide,
Dissemination of erudition, hence and wide.
Yet, amidst the waves, dishonesty lingers.
Distorting the successful and the weaker
Be empowered to deceive and ensconce.
An idealistic facade where virtue is sparse.
But in the depths of this deceitful sea,
An epiphany awaits, for all to foresee.
A childhood memory of chastity and bliss
That truth was pure, and deceit was dismissed.
A poisonous world may shroud the mind.
But the wonders of verity forever shall bind.
Akin to pollinating bees on a kinetic canvas,
Seeking nectar from flowers is so vast thus.
In this meadow of erudition, we yearn to descry,
The ageless wisdom is unflawed and comply.
In the well of truth, we perceive the light,
Ushering us through the gloomiest night.
Oh, how avarice can pinch and sting.
But verity embrace is an everlasting thing.
It displays the world with hues bright,
Cleansing the soul and bringing forth delight.
In this enormous depth of a world so sumptuous
Let verity be the criterion, the steady unctuous.
In its embrace, we descry our demesne way,
Navigating through every ephemeral day
In the depths of the well, we espy our worth,
A vestige of our genuine niche on earth.
To quest for knowledge, to master, and to grow
To endorse the elision and veracity within us flow.
And it is on this jaunt that we shall arrive.
A candid and guileless mind is graceful to thrive.
Let us, then, face the mysteries that await us.
And acquiesce in the core of verity to emerge, thus.
Categories:
ensconce, analogy, appreciation, character, vanity,
Form:
Rhyme
Here I am-- again
Grabbing my pen, scribbling my pain
Into bleeding and excruciating words
That might end up killing me.
Damn, I need to let this out!
I need to release all the dramas and doubt.
My pen cries of simile again
Fighting considerately in vain,
Creating make-believe stories,
Drowned in almost vivid memories.
I try to ensconce myself
In awesome poems and proses
While gripping thorny roses
Trying to fix my broken self.
Metaphors that speak euphoria,
Rhymes that sound like paranoia,
Stanzas full of painful battles
Writing frustrations with beautiful titles--
Out of melancholy or perhaps emptiness--
I locked my soul in unreal happiness.
I opted to unspoken dialogues
Where I never have second thoughts on monologues.
This is how I silently wept.
This is where my thoughts are kept.
Categories:
ensconce, anger, conflict, death, depression,
Form:
Rhyme
At cockcrow, I head down to the river, forsaking my little log cabin situated in the dense forest till dusk, which was strongly built by my endemic hands. I have no compulsion for rods and hooks, no bait. I have my ways. I be sincerely unwanted at the riverside. Others be fearful of my gruff, contemptible guise and demeanour. Fearful that I'd snipe their catch or peck their lunch. Incomprehensible! Hence, I descend the forested hill on which I dwell in the purpose of pilfering the village of food.
I plead the inhabitants for at least a bantam amount of vittles but it is nearabout in vain. All individuals barring an altruistic gardener be scornful towards me. He understands my plight as well as harking what myself alleges. He feeds me his residual edibles. It's his generosity that keeps me alive.
When I be passing the villagers shun me and ensconce me from their young'uns. When I be nigh to them I be able to hear mutterings under breath:
"Undesirable,"
"Accursed tramp,"
and an occasional"Eavesdropper!"
That's what they entitle me but I possess a name. I did not merely crawl up out of the loam and come into existence. I did not start off as an abominable creature spawned on the riverbed (some consider I presently be just that). I be correctly known as Grey, I be named Heron Grey.
By Sean Martin-Byrne
Categories:
ensconce, character, discrimination, garden, river,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Come Father, become human and kind...
sit at my blessed and abundant table,
and have a dialogue with me!
Many questions assumed for myself:
like uncotrollable rivers flooding their banks...
pitifully susceptible to oblivion;
a disaster so real and not too stealthy...
come Father,suspend time!
Indisputible are Your commandments
that make the sinners tremble
and the mighty complain and ramble;
unchangeable are Your moral demands,
and the devouts heed them with reverence...
to diffuse them without diffidence!
Come Father,engorge this eager spirit...
descend to clear up contradictory opinions,
words dictated by the die-hard and undignified;
this is not a conception or a dilemma,
but an enormous and contemptuous enigma
engraved on the souls that engage in snarling tactics
to ensconce, not to enrapture what is good...
and in doing so they captivate people in sin!
I declare my faithfulness with words that prolifate
and have wonder and inspiration...
true words that express a genuine faith;
I am not prognostic...I rely on devine intervention,
and shun what lacks in importance...
not debasing what is sacred to satisfy their impertinence!
Come Father, have this promenade...
let's talk about their impervious minds
that collide with truth with impetuous haste;
come father, let's make them perfect and pious...
give them a plausible momentum of grace,
and make them victorious and vindicated!
Categories:
ensconce, faith, forgiveness, hope, love,
Form:
Free verse
The Caricature
You like to label it as a nefarious empire
brought to power by an unpropitious circumstance
paint a picture of evil and malfeasance
blood soaked canvas is the final image
mass murderers, the greatest genocide
no good they have done, just vile and hate
inspired by the dynamism of the leader
black and white, no shades of gray
just a rancorous order
the caricature, of evil
the caricature, of misery
black or white, no shades of gray
don't ask, just swallow what they say
the caricature, cartoon villain
black and white, no shades of gray
from what I have seen, not as heinous as they say
from elimination of unemployment
to the strength through joy program
workers rights protected by a benevolent union
clean streets and nonexistent crime
pride in Fatherland at an all time high
health and prosperity never before seen
a million strong salute at the Nuremberg rallies
black and white, no shades of gray
tyrannical order
the caricature, of evil
the caricature, of the maleficent
black and white, no shades of gray
don't ask, just swallow what they say
the caricature, what Hollywood portrays
black and white, no shades of gray
You talk of atrocities and monstrous acts
but for once lets exam the facts
ever question if the victor lacked on an ethical standpoint?
ever committed presumptuous acts that are odious?
Examining rudiment facts, they had death camps
where the Soviets murdered 28 million in Gulags
innocents witnessed terror raids night after night
where The Royal Air Force murdered 300,000 in Dresden
so I ask who is really the hero and who is the Villain?
Black and white, no shades of gray
the caricature, portrait of infamy
the caricature, video game mad men,
black and white, no shades of gray
don't ask, swallow what they say
the caricature, almighty evil
black and white, no shades of gray
they say don't question the official history
yet I want to know why they ensconce the truth
why do they fear us finding out what really happened?
It seems we have a dichotomy between fact and fiction
suppression of truth
history written by the victors
villainize the losers
gain their sympathy
money for your industry
spread the big lie
Categories:
ensconce, history,
Form:
Free verse
The heart is autogenic and depolarizes no less
But it can be influenced by the ANS.
Autogenic means leaky channels
And within the channel annals,
This means changes in membrane potential
And for the heart, are is essential.
The sympathetic speeds it up and the parasympathetic, it slows.
And both the sympathetic and parasympathetic talk to the nodes
But only the sympathetic to the myocardium goes.
A change in rate is chronotropic.
A change in force is inotropic.
A muscarinic receptor for acetylcholine
Opens potassium channels and that will mean
That as potassium leaves, it will oppose the leak
Of sodium entering and both will tweak
The membrane potential so that it’s slower
To reach the threshold and not from potassium, go lower.
So overall, to reach threshold, it takes longer
But the contraction is not stronger.
Beta 2 is the receptor for the sympathetic response
And norepinephrine it will ensconce.
Separate sodium channels will open and add to the leak
And faster get to the threshold peak.
But norepinephrine binds to the muscle
And in doing so, will make it hustle.
So overall, to reach threshold, it’s quicker
And contraction strength, a stronger ticker.
But epinephrine too, has the same effects
With the sympathetic flex.
Beta blockers which calm the heart
Antagonists that will slow the start
Bind to these receptors tightly
And make the heart beat more lightly.
Categories:
ensconce, science,
Form:
Verse
Beauty and diversity
With a thousand and one diversities
defining beauty sounds moronic
Deep blue eyes and glossy skin
that patently are a lover's whim,
Ornate the wrapped dry emotions
and a stone cold heart sometimes,
While an awful look cannot ensconce
the warmth and brimming allegiance
of mind and thoughts that never fail to entice.
Written April 25th, 2016
For contest by PD A
Categories:
ensconce, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
Explosions rock the boat;
Ocean gushes inside.
The battered stern won't float,
All controls lock their slide.
Listing fifteen degrees,
The lifeboats fail to launch.
Swift decent lugs a squeeze
Impossible to staunch.
After mounting seconds
The vessel starts to slow,
While the stark deep beckons
To swallow them below.
Schweiger spies the turmoil
From aboard U-20.
Acts of rage shall embroil.
Outcomes destroy plenty.
Along the starboard side,
Crewmen sadly lose grip.
Force and terror collide--
Rag dolls plummet and flip.
The Merseyside Bowler,
Captain Bill Turner stays
As the helm controller
Until the sea betrays.
He scoops the chart and log
Before tossed by the wave
To splash down in the fog
As deck chairs bob to save.
Eighteen minutes stalk down
As the queen disappears,
This vessel of the crown
Sheds life essence like tears.
Of the forty-eight rafts,
Only six salvage lives.
Few are plucked from the craft,
Rescued before the dive.
Bodies scramble for life
As the rouge flotsam floats.
Survivors torn by strife
Wait for swift rescue boats.
The massive toll of grief
Demands a quick response.
Liars sell disbelief,
More soldiers to ensconce.
Freedom dies from deceit
Since justice needs to thrive.
Heroes wail in defeat
When covert acts contrive.
So Schweiger falls denounced
For his sinister role.
Yet U-boats do fall trounced
By the British patrol.
Bounties Cunard offers
To captains ramming foes
Offer tempting coffers
For quelling danger woes.
Poor Lusitania!
Dashed by corruptive lies.
Megalomania,
Shielding truth in disguise.
The sleeping giant stirs
Due to brutal accounts,
Sparking violent slurs
With omissive recounts.
Woodrow Wilson blusters
At the German attack
While the bankers muster
To break our nation’s back.
Indignant elites rule
Behind grim deception.
Lessons untaught in school
Show wicked inception.
Categories:
ensconce, history, war
Form:
Ballad
the tree ensconce in ice will fare bravely today as always nature takes over for centuries
and the mere imagination of men nothing to compare to the force of the unknown
a sphinx guarding the pyramids just a mirage of the past
as a kite flying the sky for a minute is only a plastic bag encroaching its branches
Categories:
ensconce, time, tree,
Form:
Free verse
Let us celebrate life.
The atmosphere we desire is one that brings new enlightenment.
Our thoughts must be positive to enjoy our environments.
This is our focus.
Inspirations ensconce philosophies.
Inklings sprout ideas.
When hope withers, life becomes denied.
Brainwaves convert the transfiguration of hope and optimism.
A celebration is taking place.
The environment expectation promises transmutation.
An ambiance that transmogrifies metamorphosis fosters.
This is our focal point.
Consider your beliefs to be universal.
Your mind sets to a greater philosophy.
When chance is no more, anticipation is born.
Brainwaves translate into pure thoughts.
Voice is therefore found.
Supposition is a null hypothesis that life has stopped.
Theorem of clinicians that state the world is in trouble.
Presumption made by what cognizance has uncovered.
This will converge.
Brainwaves are thinking games that support your beliefs.
Concepts must aspect to conceive anything.
The position of Earth ponders.
Human affairs feed upon this appearance.
Archaic to the sun and all bodies of water, the characteristics are antediluvian
façades as describe in the Bible.
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Penned on June 01, 2014!
Categories:
ensconce, age, bible, birth, celebration,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Nothing to enliven me
I found myself en route from Egypt
But I found myself enmeshed
What could I do now I thought
But all I found were shreds
For seventeen years I engaged myself into a fight
And all those who saw me said I was shrewd
But I ask myself were they right?
What’s that which is enshrouded?
That is only seen by night
I need to ensconce myself, but how, Lord?
Everyday that’s coming seems to take everything
Of which it was designed to bring something
Year in year out, I'm fishing
But I find the waves disturbing
And all I get are floods of tears
Tears so hurting even to passersby
How more to my close relatives
Yes there is mist there & mist there
So it’s going to rain there?
Why not here?
Then I find myself moving there
But it ceased to rain
Nothing would enliven me
'Cause I've been weakened a million times and what could I do?
This is the truth
I will forfeit all because of these
These and other difficulties
Difficulties arising hourly
Categories:
ensconce, art, baby, betrayal, birth,
Form:
ABC
To honor the Mother America, our men and women in uniform
upheld our nation’s colors still hanging from the ruined eagle’s nest,
though it is torn to shreds, with renewed resolution for uncertain future to come.
And everyone dug the ruins to remove the mountains of debris;
some died while trying to help others, some injured while searching
for a piece of life that may still be there in the terrible toll of lives lost,
still yet, some with earnest prayer while watching TV screen.
It is the time for us all Americans, to unite under one same nation’s flag,
more than ever, it is the time to reassure and to proudly display our oneness under one same nation’s flag to the world, though we are a nation of all different races, cultures and of diversity. And now is the time to display our determination,
that we, as the peace loving people of America, will not tolerate the killing of innocent lives, which we, as the people of one great sovereign state U.S.A.
will not overlook what terrorists did to this nation.
No matter where those inhumane evildoers ensconce themselves,
we will go after them, and punish them in the name of justice.
We will return our anger on them, in the name of innocent spirits departed from us, at the time of collapse of the towers, at the time when eagle injured its wings.
We must pray earnestly however, before take up our arms.
we must give a deep thought however, before vengeance
takes its place.
Make sure that our castigation against atrocious evildoers
is not for where do they live or come from, what they do to earn
their honest living, how they look or dress, how they speak or greet one another, or even how they worship their God, but because of their evil desire and what they did to our innocent lives.
Listen! those faceless cowardly terrorists,
this beautiful country will remain on this earth forever,
in the unity of people from every corner of the world
with all different cultural backgrounds.
And with the vision that of impartiality for all
and indivisibility under one same flag, the Star-Spangled Banner.
And prosper as ever by everyone doing their fair share as a proud citizen
of this great nation, the U.S.A.
Categories:
ensconce, america, anger, anxiety, day,
Form:
Epic
Monsoon Melody
Winged postal horses of poetic turf
Seemingly preoccupied in scratching an itch
Inflicted upon by our toxic refuge,
It would be a bit too much
Expecting black clouds to fetch
Vivid glimpse of not so far past
Silently fading in your heart!
Precious drops of necessity
Gifted in abundance
Does merit wholeheartedly welcome-
Like peacocks gyrate with a rainbow-arch
Behind their back,
Like forlorn ‘Papeeha’* shrills
Twinge of her lonely heart out
Not so many did they live, alas,
To be sighted!
While rain trickles down the glass panes
In showery dawn
In the cozy balcony
You could ensconce yourself
Soaking your stoic solitude
With solaced far childhood memory
But for the changed climate
Incessant rain for more than a fortnight
Renders you a convicted prisoner!
Dislocated by flush flood
Those encroached upon rivulets
And drainage of rainwater
Though adequately compensated out of taxes
Can be anything but happy
In tarpaulin huts
By the side of highways!
But, that beauty of rain
Plays melodious notes of monsoon
In the hearts of relief fraternity
Over the marooned citizenry
Cannot be altogether denied, no!
• * A nocturnal bird with lugubrious voice.
Categories:
ensconce, analogy, corruption, culture, nostalgia,
Form:
Blank verse