Best Entrench Poems
Enter Bare
Nocturnal screams of voices beamed
Through sacrificial sacred skies
Insanity on a killing spree
With tears crusted crucified cries
On Angels wings flying thin
As the multitudes will divinely divide
Enter bare as we watch and stare
For the world has embraced genocide
Rubble rumbles as structures crumble
Lives are lost within a blink of an eye
Hell awakes as it violently shakes
The cityscapes of Gemini
Evil stays as it laughs and plays
For the demons scream and shout
There’s no escape from the sins of rape
The pain compounds and stingly sprouts
Soulful souls now empty holes
The battalions show their pride
Shall we avenge as we entrench
While the innocent do abide.
Sept.11.2016...^WW^
In Memory of 9/11
Remembering all the poeple that lost their lives...their families, their friends and all the Hero's that came to help...
...illustrated by Winged Warrior...
Sitting on a lonely bench,
Memories got me blenched,
Your heart I tried to clench,
Though, the rains got me drenched,
From hearts I needed to entrench...
Your words not retrenched,
From things I wanted to bent,
While you often tended to bend,
Without letting me mend...
You, I tried to fend,
You borrowed and erased the times I used to lend,
Manipulated and used by you,
Pretending to be a friend...
From hallows I ascended
From errors you descended,
My life wished to be attended.
Even though, you got me expended,
My hands were still extended,
Even though, you got me offended...
The times I misspended,
You still condescended me,
Though, the changes were about to be impended,
I was still amended,
And I was still intended...
But, I was not comprehended,
Even though, you were condemned and untamed,
While I was aimed to be blamed,
Still, more thing you wanted to borrow and gain...
Although, this is the end,
The ways, I will paint,
For the pains to get unbended,
As I contemplate nature and life,
With memories that swayed and portended,
As my soul slowly transcended,
While sitting on a lonely bench...
The cypress trees at water’s edge hedge an entrance.
We circle senseless, aimless, wheezing from the stench.
We are unprepared for this netherworld mischance,
this lifeless pool without birds where we entrench.
Drawn into the grotto leading to the abode of the dead,
we are alarmed to find the design is quite familiar.
Our handwriting and signatures cannot be misread.
All around our cacotopian creation seems so peculiar.
Dank alleys crowded; COVID corpses decompose.
Back when, we passively handed the reign of power
to a petulant fiendish bully we might not now depose.
His smirking cult spews contempt like a shower.
Meanwhile conspiracy capers cavort clucking tongues,
and we view our nihility specters, seeking our escape.
But this vortex germ befouls the air, attacking our lungs.
Our vertigo fatigue means our breakout can’t take shape.
This is long lost Avernus, the black hole of our making.
Thoughtless, this virus only preys on any for the taking.
In Kenya, they are called value-added taxes, “yani VAT”.
They change and increase every year
And are placed on everything under the sun.
The prices increase daily,
But they say it would lead to everyone paying their fair share of tax.
They are better referred to as poverty taxes,
Because they punish the poor to become the poorest,
They entrench selfishness among the neighbours and friends,
They take away the only saving of the poor in the society,
and one wonders why the poor remain the poorest.
The tax takes the homes,
The mortgages become unaffordable,
The rent skyrockets in Nairobi, Kisumu and Mombasa,
While the gas prices become unbearable.
The cars and bus rides become a luxury,
and our lunches are taken from our mouths.
The tax man is always on the door,
You wonder if you are under some emergency evacuation.
Taxman takes every percentage of your hospital bill,
Or school fee, or your child’s pocket money, or church tithe offerings,
Until there is nothing positive to take away.
Worst of it, the bills and penalties are always in your postal mail.
The services offered at government offices are poor.
The civil servants are rude to the core like vampires.
The infrastructure development is wanting,
The electricity blackouts in rural areas are frequent,
Education facilities not well equipped,
Health facilities are rotting from inadequate funding,
and any innovation is suspiciously viewed as a threat.
The tax man never explains where is the tax,
Nor what development activities were completed.
The poor’s voice can’t be heard yet everything is taxed.
The poor continue to be taxed to poverty,
While the tax man feeds the corrupt all the taxes.
Carnal woman has sweet smell of fragrance
To create the finite atmosphere of fantasy,
With potent powers and primal ambiance,
Beguiled intruding hearts entrench in ecstasy.
A carnal woman filled with burning stars,
In lust for love adventure walks through life,
What powerful might touches men senses?
The margin of errors is sharper than a knife.
Wildest desires to rule in tempestuous waves,
Taking brave souls on a journey for two,
Through beautiful glades and marshy places,
Demands stopped where slippery flames flew.
And own innocent dreams lost in a moments thrill
The muddy air of flaws transforms into delights,
A bliss that can be more sublime than present will
Trapped in ruin vows by many lonely nights.
A kiss to cover sins for eternity is an exquisite
Genital fire, nothing more than cloudy explosion,
To ruin integrity and scars leave the saddest merit,
Glowing warm in ashes on the floor of compulsion.
Where fascination can see no light in the dark,
Character holding together thighs and magnetism,
Loosen by talk and the blighted spirit scarlet mark,
Nocturnal reincarnation precipitate ecstatic mysticism.
A spirit enshrouded in darkness
Angry thoughts under his eyelids
His soul withering in pain
And his conscious fighting in vain
Heart once warm and inviting
Now ice cold and frightening
Rage pure because someone did him wrong
Muscles shaking like the ringing of a gong
He's focused and his thoughts are clear
To somehow entrench the wrongdoer in fear
Yet no ones done wrong, their feelings just aren't the same
The wrongdoer was a woman, who put his feelings to shame
So for a while he's mad at everyone
Mad at the earth, and mad at the sun
He must go through all the stages of grief
Until tears leave his eyes and he finds his release
Love is dangerous, not everyone survives
The trial by error test, to find Mrs. right
You must have the courage, the will to continue on
When your heart has been broken and it's beats are not strong
For many years, there the sphinxes lay
Entombed in decorated silent graves,
Whose reminiscence amaze the present day.
When deities emerge out of nine decades.
The lost city unearthed something else.
Myths entrench in fear by the same wind,
Secret elements of powers and fragile pieces,
Those rare mementos buried in the sand.
Prophecy revives the spells outside
Worlds in code of metaphysical status,
Stand resolute where sand dunes subside,
To unleash the powers of dark recesses.
Elliptical shrines lost in the track of our mind,
Defining age with the archetypal grains,
Dunes of Guadalupe covered in layers of sand,
Timeless images enslaved on silent plains.
Where symbolism of the ancient world
Meet beauty and harmony of the new age
Subliminal entities, interpretation of the soul
Incarnation carved out of limestone decrease image.
GOD BLESS AMERICA! ( USA )
She is America ,
A specimen of limitless beauty
Interlocking diversity, united is the states
An abode, given to God for own
A realm freedom makes home
The model heaven replicates here
A near perfection, yet a standard
An ideal template to civilization
Brightest star amongst many
Canopy where compassion is native
Selfless in service, all benefit
Defender of universal justice
A fair police evil dread
An enemy, many misunderstand
Yet the good, wants a piece of her
America, an empire all-pervading
God bless America !
Your kindness, will never be a fault
A giver, never with a grudge
God bless America !
Hope of the oppressed
Your blood, a sacrifice to universal peace
God bless you America
Greatest land of noble Heroes
With warriors of universal appeal
Bravely wired, with liberation skill
America God bless your sacrifices
Humanity hails you and applauds
Heavens true embassy for real
Even beast as Eagle
Like others, support your resolve
Sincerely, this for you, my medal
My gratitude so measureless
Yes! I admire you
For am your fan for life.
Beaming and flaunting 50
Your territories is marked Golden
A beautiful bride,
All glimpses you attract
Just a piece of you,
Many memories perpetually treasure
Disembarking the wings of hope
Your change is ushered
Welcome to new horizon
A dawn of impeccable excellence
Continue as always,
Heal and change the world
All’s allegiance will not be corrupted
Once again, a new America is born again
To nurture ,nourish ,pollinate
And entrench the dream
Yes! He had a dream
A dream! , a dream!
The American Dream
A dream of change
God bless America
America blesses God.
Author: Felix Joseph Osaeghemede
(chumfin4poem@yahoo.com)+2348037825027.
Written: 8-10-2008 ;11-45pm-12-25am.
“The world needs to appreciate a country that is selflessly committed to global peace”
Felix.o.Joseph.
A SPECIAL DEDICATION TO THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA .
Form:
Some keen to keep
The hunger
At the house
As their business
Hunger based
entrench
Form:
Against the indigo velvet skies
The sweetly scented nightly breeze
Sends leaves falling, rustling
Allowing moonlight thru the trees
Through curtains softly billowing
The moonlight steals its furtive glance
Flirting with silky ebony shadows
Performing their nightly ritual dance
On the other side of the wind
Whispers softly echo in her mind
Beckoning her…
To listen to their voice
Telling her his love she’ll surely find
The wind chimes in spiral curves
A moment that’s timeless stirs her soul
To a crystalline awakening in her heart
Welcoming imbuing intrusions to console
In quiet moments she breathes him in
His hand in hers, feelings linger
A graceful dance to walk a path
Feeling his touch upon her fingers
A trail of tears tinged with sighs
Thoughts of him entrench the dark
A restless soul needing warmth
In quiet moments he invades her heart
Will she find him once again…
On the other side of the wind?
I hear the music of the Creator
In the fire of the sunset, in the blue darkness of the night,
In a starling’s song – a spring’s curator
Even when the quietness is tight.
It seems that love embraces all the creatures.
No more sadness, loss and tears.
No more wars, no more killed soldiers,
And only Madonna tenderly cradle her dears.
But how to understand where the evil vanished?
How can you distinguish love from hate?
How to survive in spite of all the deaths
And know that our life is our mate?
To know love we have to know evil,
Clean our souls of envy and revenge.
There is simply no the other way out.
With only love beautiful life you can entrench.
I used to rock my baby
‘Neath an overhanging tree
Which grew right by the river,
Just a block or two from me.
Its leafy boughs provided shade
To my most favorite bench,
A haven in the city
Where a new mom could entrench.
In recent years, those branches
Formed a bower where I’d rest,
To read or write a poem or two,
With breezes that caressed.
For more than thirty years, that tree
Has stood there like a friend.
I never ever thought I’d see
Its life abruptly end.
This morning, though, I passed that spot
And noticed too much sky.
The tree is gone, a fact my brain
Was dying to deny.
It isn’t worth it to protest;
The awful deed is done.
No more will strollers have a place
Of shelter from the sun.
But so much more than summer shade
This neighborhood has lost.
When roots are wrested from the ground,
To me, a line’s been crossed.
Like a dove
I judiciously played the role
That humanity has called me to
The tranquil and peace is limitless
Every stride taken
A new day to entrench memories
In the hearts of the weak
Hoping my smile gives them strength
Just like another of those days
I went about my daily task
Until lightning struck like wildfire
My gentle strength weakened
Crushed like a molten magma
Over four decades later
In a vegetative state condemned
Because of a callous oppressor
Six feet under to be deposited
so-hanial-bharta-wa-mi-ki
Left to walk free
And pains etched in the hearts
Of all that loved and cared for me
Slow and subtle, mellow and munificent.
Stripes of selflessness run through her veins.
But there’s something about her that
I can’t describe.
It’s love, deep love- spinning its wheels,
It never ends. Sacrifice, kiss goodbye
and cut loose, for love. Undying
of myriad attempts for happiness
For those she has left.
It’s faith-
We will meet again.
To everyone she has lost,
She will find her way.
It’s courage- fighting
Against wolves, against rabbits
all alone. In that gnarly, crooked life
all alone. All alone.
The grief of bereavement,
‘GRAND’mother was so young!
The grief of dependence,
‘GRAND’mother is old!
It’s something nature’s done,
Enlighten, Empower, Entrench our ways,
Pawn or Queen.
My grandmother, a hero
A role model,
Her ways shine.
I can see her in the mirror,
She can see me too.
She is inside me, I feel it.
She feels it too.
We both know,
Land or Water, Dusk or Dawn
Holocaust or Home, Heaven or Hell,
Her time will never end.
She’s an inspiration to the world.
Gained in 1957 our Independence.
Hailed by all as the Black Star, the gateway and leader to Africa's independence.
At the turn of this decade, are we truly independent?
Not yet politically, economically, and socially truly independent?
All the toil and blood of our fathers were they in vain?
God, You did indeed bless our homeland, intended her to be great and strong.
Humility truly has made us boldless and fearful
All we have is pseudo-peace: no good name worthy of upholding and defending.
No longer does honesty reign in this nation, untruth of all kinds is the order of the day.
All of our strengths and our hearts we serve Ghana not but our selfish interests.
God invigorate us to defend our heritage
Humility kindly substitute with hard work, entrench honesty and please as jara add punctuality.
And help us to resist our self-serving individualistic nature.
Nurture unto to us leaders with the state’s prosperity truly in their hearts.
And with all our will and might we shall follow them, playing our best part, forevermore.