Best Hawkish Poems
She had a gothic heart,
predictability and tamming tranquility were her counterparts,
she felt pain as gain,
peace was nettlesome and purposeless,
an abomination that careless civilization is undeserving of,
life is best consumed in confrontation,
within her magnificent mind God's value gravitated toward the power of volatility,
instability as instinct,
truth is permenance in transition,
Victoria believed that divinity as a mystery unsolved is more exhilerating
than explication or epiphany leading to the extinction
of curiosity's reign,
Victoria knew that law and politics are nothing more than an imposition
by the few heaved upon the many,a yoke of oppressive genius,
Victoria, a child of love betrayed,a woman of courage displayed
thought toughly & tenderly about the potential of mercy,
an enviable Empress,
compassion and kindness were complimentary components
to her dangerous disposition as hawkish talons
may be employed for feeding of fighting,
she developed into a clandestine warrior of natural necessity,
this world would either waste her
or she would wound the witnessed wickedness,
there was no harmony to be hankered for,life is a war of wills & wits,
espionage,diplomacy,truces,tributes and trounces always in the making,
Victoria loved God like a woman loves the anguish of pregnancy,
Victoria had a passion and a pity
for the Creator responsible for her awakening -
J.A.B.
Categories:
hawkish, passion, woman,
Form:
Ode
Bamboo leaves
Speak to the wind;
Ancient murmurs
~~~~~~~~~
New day hurls fast
Hymn of birdsong;
Sunburst glare
~~~~~~~~~
Birthday moods
Moments parade;
Hawkish sights
~~~~~~~~~
Curious tourist
Digital memories;
Another picture
~~~~~~~~~
Silent sentinel
Watches over me;
Guardian angel
~~~~~~~~~
New air-con poise
Cool ambience streams;
Outside heart wave
~~~~~~~~~
Evening dark
Hungry baby birds;
Chattering instincts
~~~~~~~~~
Here by this beach
One solitary figure;
Early excursion
~~~~~~~~~
Shoreline at dawn
Sun beams dancing;
Bird wing moments
~~~~~~~~~
Transit trains
Crowded station;
Rush hour devotion
~~~~~~~~~
News flash
Another plane crash;
Aviation tragedy
~~~~~~~~~
Bay window view
Two black birds;
Morning choral
~~~~~~~~~
Haiku soliloquy
Speak to the dawn;
Dazzling skyline
~~~~~~~~~
Joy comes again
Melancholy lapses;
Mindful moments
~~~~~~~~~
Crowded spaces
So many faces;
Loneliness presides
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
24 May 2016
Singapore
Categories:
hawkish, allusion,
Form:
Haiku
A rhetorical question finds me asking
(to no one in particular) why I recall
the names of grade school teachers
approximately fifty years ago (whose
names listed below), when the need
to retrieve necessary information due
ring examinations (less time ago)
often found me seized with sudden
inability to remember any vital ants
sirs (even including my name), thus
grudgingly handing over blank test paper
analogously surrendering a vital
document gracing terms of defeat
into the scaly claws (zen nay), sans
first to sixth grade Precambrian relic
(Missus Batson, Missus Rittenhouse,
Missus Wells, Mister Stout,
Missus Shaner, or Miss Rinderle).
Invariably majority of first thru
sixth grade accorded accredited
ancient authenticated creatures.
They freely exercised diabolical
churlish beastial animalistic zeal
us yakking, wickedly unprintable
upon (unprincipled urchin) at
receiving end of fiendishly grue
some hellish instructions. Assign
ments buttressed with ultimatums
harkening back to Jurassic period
earlier in dawning primate con
sciousness. Lesson material kindled
with justifiable license in league
with garnered insignia. Heft
to bring pupils to heal predicated
via warp and weft woven wonder
fully. Wrought writs welcomed
whips with warranty whenever
recalcitrant ruffian refused
respecting reptilian rubric repre
sentative rattling (The Idler Wheel
Is Wiser Than the Driver of
the Screw and Whipping Cords
Will Serve You More Than Ropes
Will Ever Do), which loosely
rendered regularly warbled
wishy washy verse curmudgeons
freedom granted to interpret
as one decrepit, hawkish insignia
certified one beaming Eve and/
or stud deed brute soffit. Education
often relied on the weekly reader,
and letters to and/or from Aunt
Emma. Nefarious mean linkedin
kickstarter jawboning torturous
treatment tolerated, asper imps
of the pervert, mutant Ninja
Turtles duty bound antsy
youthful yokel yodelers
weathering ululating sing-song
and quintessential precepts.
Categories:
hawkish, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Prose Poetry
A somber dome protected fondly from the heights
Of solitude by hawkish eyes was found at length
By Jupiter in his relentless storm of lights.
In there lay, hidden from all view, a youth whose strength
And beauty could ensorcel any heart and spark long fights
Among all those who’d lay their eyes
Upon a gem which all restraint defies.
The master of the heavens, in a show of skill,
Engulfed the tower in a ceaseless rain of gold
To kidnap fair-eyed Ganymede and then, at will,
To bring this shepherd to Olympus, in a bold
Attempt his fondest wishes to fulfill.
And thus, borne high on eagle’s wings,
A lad outdid the fame of kings.
Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com
Categories:
hawkish, love, lust, mythology,
Form:
Rhyme
Waiting for me next day
in the bar,
In the biz of gangs
they called him superstar!
I whips his crims
so he came for payback.
BAM! a bottle on my head
he yelled "Welcome Back."
Blood on the floor
and on the pane,
Not a single cloth
was left to stain!
Though they were more
and single was I,
I proved a handful
with a swollen eye!
Honkies flung me out
I crawled back at the door,
In stake to crush bones
I lead the score!
Czar behold me
with his hawkish orb,
Stirred by my guts
he gave me a job!
My CV read my name
and subscript GANGSTER,
In race of gangs
I sped as a roadster!
I wasn't the reason
for me being bad,
It was the world
who made a beast from lad!
The words of pride
in my eyes they saw,
You don't owe me fear
You owe me AWE!
Dedicated To my friends............. Shivjeet & Jose for
Encouraging me!
Categories:
hawkish, inspirational, lifeme, me,
Form:
Ballad
Invitation to Reality ___
Embossed, elegant and proper
With white glove upon silver tray
(He imagined )
the invitation
Would surely come
To announce his required presence to attend.
His fellow wordsmith's and other known
Notorious Poets of the Dusky Café ,
Would say, "Come speak and bend your phrase
and entertain us, on this, your sixty-first birthday".
A celebration that would envy, Cyrano, Don Quixote'
and all those other guys with
Wine, laughter and raucous noise
While out on the town with the boys.
With this, a gentle tear did shyly slip
Past cheek, mustache and hidden laugh.'
"My life is proven to be all that I have dreamed"
( ___and With that )
A crack of burn'n wood and steam
Did rise to wake from within that barrel of fire
That warmed the homeless and dispossessed,
Quaked! Donn Booda,
In cold damp shoe and common cloth,
Of yesterday's still dressed.
Breath of kerosene, and hunger now asleep,
He’d creep 'round to avoid the shift of wind
That hawkish did bite the face.
Covered in smoke, ash and forgotten sins
For which, he must now pay for his mistake
Of pride, rebellion and anti-social ways.
' Ahhh ___ but those were the days,
Those were the days. '
He wanders in whatever direction
The wind blows his back
Across the tracks through the brush
Of once garden's pruned and manicured
Til bloom of fragrant wafting airs turned to sickly smell
Of graves now frozen gates to hell.
Leaning against granite reality
Scrapes his knuckles and barely bleeds
Feels the need to rest
Exhausted, crumples and collapses
The stars remain fixed
His world spins in ellipse
Of forever turning
Churning through the airless void.
His Belly flutters
Eyelids squint against the light
Wind whoosh chases night
Summer and being seven follow him
Down the path to a porch well worn
An unlocked door hearing his Mother's scolding scorn,
' Your hands are dirty and you're late for Dinner '
( About :
Old homeless man wanders into neglected cemetery,
Dies, and spends eternity reliving memories of Thanksgiving's past.)
Categories:
hawkish, journey,
Form:
Blank verse
What gain is reaped in war's cruel strife?
What honor does it truly crown?
When the lives of our kin, precious and rife,
Are silenced, and hope is torn down.
In ruins, we hear someone sobbing,
Loved ones lie lifeless, a tragic cost,
Wars waged by kings, their minds robbing,
Claiming innocence, but lives are lost.
Dominion, power, earthly pursuits,
Wealth, pride, and prestige they chase,
Their solemn oath, to conquer and loot,
While nations crumble, in their embrace.
Love's true meaning, they forsake,
Invasion, their hearts' dark desire,
Tearing apart weak nations, they take,
Trading peace for the profit they acquire.
From national pride to world command,
Hawkish countries seek domination,
Enslaving others, expanding their brand,
Causing suffering and desolation.
Yet, their greed can never be fulfilled,
Material wealth, like mist, shall fade,
As earthly kings, their dreams are killed,
God's final judgment, a debt long unpaid.
For in their arrogance, they dare claim,
To be gods, rulers of all,
But when God Himself returns reclaims,
His kingdom on Earth, answering the call.
With patience, we prepare for salvation,
Avenge the oppressed and oppressed's plea,
God, the only true God, and King of creation,
Will settle the world's controversy and decree.
Categories:
hawkish, allah, america, christian, discrimination,
Form:
Rhyme
Halcyon of hiraeth,
Helm harvesting green-gold
Haven above hawkish
Harlequin harbinger,
Heart of seven sisters,
Heliophilic hail
Healing halo, love-hued.
Categories:
hawkish, emotions, heaven, meaningful, philosophy,
Form:
Pleiades
THY KINGDOM COME
Partridge ey'd widow wailed
'Give me your life'
Pawn broker, hawkish, grunted
'Take the money and vanish'
Howling of contentious hyena
'Stop shadow games, get lost'
'A handicam', tweetering daughter
Son sneaking at late hours
Fumigating inside shut doors
Fatigue from farthest room,
Wrinkles and heaviness.
Cherished love perished
Dexterous rope dancer
Sober attire in bean monde
Fiascoes in War and Love
Cortege on street
Dalliant moon shower, coquettish
Is this Thy Promised Land !!
Dig nails deep
Uproot conch inside ribs
Life sap dripping.
This is my blood and flesh
Thou shall have it.
Dispassionate soul hung at eyrie
Rest in pieces,pounded
And Thy Kingdom Come !!!
Categories:
hawkish, passion,
Form:
Blank verse
when into scaly claws, sans first
to sixth grade Precambrian relic
(Missus Batson, Missus Rittenhouse,
Missus Wells, Mister Stout, Missus Shaner,
or Miss Rinderle).
Invariably the majority
of elementary grades didst accord
accredited ancient authenticated creatures bored
(with exception of sixth)
freely exercised diabolical chord
churlish beastial animalistic
zealous yakking, wickedly,
aye (a basket case) deplored
unprintable (epithets) this then
(unprincipled urchin) puny pupil felt lord
did over whacked, sans receiving end,
viz fiendishly gruesome
hellish instructions mean teacher scored.
Assignments buttressed with ultimatums
harkening back to Jurassic period earlier
in the dawning primate consciousness.
Lesson material kindled justifiable license
in league garnered insignia heft brought pupils
to heal predicated, via warpped weft woven
wonderfully wrought writs welcomed whips
with warranty whenever recalcitrant ruffian
refused respecting reptilian rubric representative
saber rattling, where...
(The Idler Wheel Is Wiser Than the Driver
of the Screw and Whipping Cords Will
Serve You More Than Ropes Will Ever Do),
which loosely rendered regularly warbled
wishy washy verse curmudgeons freedom
granted to interpret as one decrepit, hawkish
insignia certified one beaming Eve and/or
stud deed brute soffit.
Education often relied on the weekly reader,
and letters to or from Aunt Emma to this Jack,
oh napeswho never wrote back
sheesh, alas and alack.
Nefarious mean linkedin kickstarter jawboning
torturous treatment tolerated, asper imps
of pervert, mutant Ninja Turtles duty bound
antsy youthful yokel yodelers weathering ululating
sing-song quintessential precepts.
adieu:
math a hew
scott harris a gentile Jew
all ways felt like new
kid on the block isolated
in his hermetically sealed queue
pay perm ash shay watched per view
whew
at last in conk clew shun to you
from one primate within the human zoo.
Categories:
hawkish, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Hail, little birdie perched on tree!
What hast thou now to say to me?
“A little bird has told me so,”
As many say. This well we know.
How joyfully I hear thee tweet!
Not every tweet I know is sweet.
Though tyrants sneer and gluttons burp,
How glad am I to hear thee chirp.
It’s always big birds get their way,
Owls and eagles, night and day.
In arid wastes do vultures lower,
While hawkish eyes green pastures scour,
But birds there are that stand for love,
Most notably the turtledove.
No leafy twig a raven bore
When Noah’s eyes beheld no shore.
Spurn little birds? Why be so narrow
When there is One Who marks the sparrow?
Categories:
hawkish, bird, humorous, irony,
Form:
Ode
Race over now:
Blue makes way then,
Red gains somehow,
New mandate hence.
The vote is in:
Flair in odd choice,
A new glyph seen,
Triumph of mad poise.
Wary world sees:
Markets on edge,
Stakes falling free,
On dangling ledge.
Sense the divide:
Mind-boggling stars,
Watch scary slide,
Tattoo strokes far.
Cheer takes a trip:
So far away,
Reason fails grip,
Dead logic slays.
Pieces of eight:
Parrots old fear,
Dread in gold plaids,
This much paid clear.
The people's choice:
Loud murmurs steal,
Stance in grave voice,
Art of the deal.
Awe strides with shock:
Tinge of regret,
Hurl lock and stock,
Pluck tit-for-tat.
Alarm bells ring:
Dance of new trance,
Karma can swing,
Glimpse hawkish prance.
Leon Enriquez
09 November 2016
Singapore
Categories:
hawkish, allusion,
Form:
Quatrain
Tan leather boots with fancy stitching
Butterscotch vest with pencilled fringe
Polished black Stetson size eight and three quarters
Faded denim shirt with copper snaps
Silver oversized belt buckle that shouts rodeo
Deep gravelly voice with cigar precision
A pronounced limp unnoticed for years
Shoulder soreness no longer felt
Calloused hands scruffy with purpose
Symmetrical Unadorned hatband
Chiseled well mapped chin
Blue eyes faded by hundreds of suns
Hawkish nose with brownish patch
Saturday night cowboys stare in awe
Trying so hard to look the part
He wears with ease, unaware
He is being studied, real cowboy
Doing his own stuff, no agenda
Unconsciously perfect
In his maleness
Categories:
hawkish, jealousy,
Form:
Cowboy Poetry
SONG OF DAWN
Ears pierce with SONG of DAWN!
intoxication of impending day,
echoing of succinct birdsong.
What is spoken of in morning,
bathes the mind, in serenity.
Hawkish wings took flight,
during the spurious night.
What seems like quicksand
or a cauldron of molasses -
like disappearing ink, VANISHES.
Slowly, like a curtain rising, for
a spectacular play, dandelion
seeds take to air, the skies BLOOM.
A sunflower surrounded by blue
grass, as my eyes behold the heavens.
Some scars remain but seem
to belong to a distant planet -
especially before a phone rings,
before a voice breaks up the silence.
I relish the sip of a simple cup of PEACE!
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
Categories:
hawkish, bird, morning, peace,
Form:
Verse
Lion 'bout grabbing tiger by tail
Holy mole lee
watch out fowl, balladeer
look out... i.e. donkey kong
primate doth share
footloose slothful writing,
essentially swiftly tailored hare
reed styled mountebank
gets made by mice elf,
an imperfect triangulated square,
while "fake" charioteer
looses neigh scent horsesense
glomming "fake" papier
mâché piñata across animal planet
rhyme without reason,
nonetheless who doth dare
dovish and/or hawkish
elk quint lee otter vamoose
double, triple, quadruple... dare
to caw meow ta
as silence rings loud and clear
ja hiss don't miss snake
pig in a poke hogtied
sow owl only tell ya beware
me dogged holy cow
cuckoo bird harebrained
effort won't impair
corpus collosum, where
seat of thinker housed
fortunately ye ant near
my neck of the woods here
Schwenksville cuz after
innocuous, impetuous, illustrious...
brainstorming deluge... glare
til hearts content
with nostrils that flare
lemming just be reel
regarding rocky mission
opossum bull, I swear
dogged bonafide effort
thanks ocelot to bear
with beetle browed toadying
off fish hill who accidently
didst entrap and snare
courtesy hook line and sinker
masterly baited metaphorical
Earthworm dangling cyber air
coon sitter me batty
Ass sin nine, I admittedly duck lear,
but don't badger me, Noah
ark confess with prayer
yak see no porpoise here.
Categories:
hawkish, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse