Best Infiltrate Poems
They hide behind mountains of ignorance,
judging within a valley of selfish love.
Among weeds where flowers refuse to grow,
to the mercy of hypocrites -
only we can set them free.
As we poets prepare our pens,
in the ceremony of a new dawn,
let us flow like a million petals,
spreading peace through our fingertips,
because our hearts beat the same.
When they fire bullets at those already wounded,
let us swim within sapphire seas of serenity,
healing through the purity of compassion -
we can beat them at their own game.
As twilight signals a new dawn,
an abundance of colourful sparkles,
infiltrate silent stars, disturbing their reverie,
but the moon gazes in admiration,
as illuminations brighten horizons.
In hope of a beautiful new sunrise,
tomorow can be the first day
to strum heavenly strings,
singing lullabies of peace.
Silent One
Simple Musing
01/01/2019
Hope everyone has a great start to 2019,
hope all your hopes, dreams and aspirations come true.
Categories:
infiltrate, peace, perspective, political,
Form:
Free verse
I forgot myself today
as melancholic melodies
overwhelm each beat
of my wandering heart.
The sanctimonious sun deceives
as a bitter breeze breathes
against sullen silent surfaces.
Recycled emotions penetrate
with a repetition of deep sighs.
My spiritless soul strays, but is
happy to be lost in lyrical lament.
As the Nightingale chants its
continuous regretful resonance,
the tip of my tongue aches
to whisper your amorous name, but
holds back knowing you can't hear.
Without your enchanted vision,
neglected eyes perish.
Without your perfumed presence,
senses remain scentless.
Without your tender touch,
fragile petals won't blossom.
As a cascade of sandcastle emotions
infiltrate stubborn sierra barriers.
Violent tears erupt,
demolishing hardened walls.
What used to be bitter breaths and
spiteful sighs are now regretful cries.
Your silent goodbye still haunts
as the lips grieve for one last kiss.
I forgot myself today,
but have not forgotten your love.
The Silent One
Simple Musing
29 November 2017
(Fiction)
Categories:
infiltrate, absence, i miss you,
Form:
Prose
Night of the Dark Soul;
shadows infiltrate
the gap between self
and oblivion.
You're in a scary
dysfunctional place
under constant siege;
and cannot be saved.
As reality
morphs into a dream;
sanity slowly
starts to slip away.
A part of you is
lost to dementia;
where confusion lurks
behind every thought.
Hope is depleted
only time exists;
and your frightened heart
cries out for a friend.
Categories:
infiltrate, august, crazy, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Blank verse
Assaulting me! The darkness comes to be
in devil’s guise. Phantom haunts my mind;
in sleep paralysis I cannot flee -
insanity bleeding through ruined rind.
I’m humbled now and at your merciless
whims and words afflicting by your whipping
cruelty I’d endured and what of this -
stranglehold of fear that is so gripping.
The trauma it inflicts does overwhelm
in present as it did in madness past,
as Hypnos slips me blackened nightmare’s realm
my sanity becomes a lone outcast.
Stalking specter and there’s no protections,
I’m the victim with my mind in confines,
house of mirrors broken your reflections;
antagonistic mania still shines.
My life with you; you’re still inside my head,
though self-destruction chose as your fare-well.
Subconsciously you infiltrate with dread
as incubus revenge becomes my Hell.
Susan Ashley
September 23, 2018
*Hypnos: the ancient Greek god of sleep*
Categories:
infiltrate, abuse, dark, dream, evil,
Form:
Rhyme
Like a leaf in the wind
Floating through this realm of time
Whither I go, this knowledge eludes
And 'though I know who bloweth the wind
At times my troubled heart does quake
Over rugged mountains, through raging storms
Tossed and battered against lofty walls
Too high to scale or infiltrate
When strength is wane and hope is dim
Questions abound as to why here and now?
All left unanswered, without a clue
So best to withdraw and heart be stilled
Live reliant upon His will divine
With prayer a constant upon my lips
In solitude and peace, my spirit blends
Carried here like a leaf in the wind
~*~
©2010 Audrey Carey
Categories:
infiltrate, faith, inspirationalheart, prayer, heart,
Form:
Free verse
We read about the slaughter in a place far overseas,
where the multicultural blending has been there for centuries.
Where church of all denominations have been standing side by side.
Where neighbours have been neighbourly; respect seemed to abide.
Seems that politics and power can infiltrate a settled mind;
dig up and open wounds of what is yours and what is mine,
take citizens back into time and drag out all their roots …
be wary of your ogre neighbour, they have a gun that shoots.
Begin to see those simple folk who lived their simple lives,
follow restlessly and blindly as belief or race revives,
those that helped them yesterday really had a cunning plan,
all they really wanted was, to find a way to cut you down.
Throw them all out on the streets; run them out of town.
Ethnic cleanse the country to make it pure and sound.
If they refuse to leave our home and opt to make a stand -
build a force of vigilantes, to roam and cut them down.
What started as a trickle soon turns into a flood.
The cup that fills with honey can also be filled with blood.
The taste that once was bitter now is the taste that's lusted for,
when seeking out the enclaves to go killing more and more.
A house, once a home of peace stands a shattered monument,
to let the remnants hanging on know what to expect.
Heads displayed on pikes are cheered; graves hold hundreds more.
Babes are sport for bayonets; forgot is what we're fighting for.
Can't live side by side now; there's too much terror going on.
Battle lines are clearer; the sane have taken leave and gone.
Cannons roaring day and night; lines must stand holding fast.
For anyone that's over-run, that day becomes their last.
When the dust has settled and the criminals are hung,
Hate subsides back to the memory; the clean-up has begun.
Do we realize as bloodstains fade; we have a deep rooted call …
needing one spark to set us off - there could be murder in us all.
Categories:
infiltrate, conflict, fear,
Form:
Rhyme
What a slap in the face!
It’s an international disgrace!
(Descriptive distraction)
and (subversion in action)
It’s now commonly used in parlance by judiciary
while in literature this prevalent (lie) I see.
With a bland, enough face?
or is there the hint of a trace?
Could there be in its origin, a.. motive? or motion
created to infiltrate a nations notion?
A.. (sort of sufferance)
involved with its utterance!
So (abused & misused) is the category
I must zero in all my batteries,
Now I am clearing my decks,
here I go, what the heck!
For I have admiration for a Francophile
would converse with a Russophile
I so enjoy your work Faberge
and appreciate the charm of the Gallic sway
But for me there is no third way!
(now) without any doubt I am coming about
And stoking all my fires
for full ahead’s my desire.
On the literary beach
I see a very (rotten peach)!
And it was ‘hidden’ in full view
Hmm.. let’s see what some firepower can do
For the doting parents who pray
keep our kids safe today.
Hardworking moms & dads who care,
find time that is to spare
From extra help with early reading
to painting nursery room ceilings
Some working 14-hour days
it makes me angry I say.
Aunts & uncles, grandparent, teachers
of calm nature and reason
With motives pure and in step
with life’s seasons
And the name of the paedophile should by rights be theirs,
its been hijacked, does anyone care?
It’s too good a description, just not the depiction
to be bandied about, LISTEN
AS I SHOUT WITH TRUE INDIGNATION
CHANGE THIS DECEPTION OF NATIONS
© Joe Maverick 25-04-2011
Categories:
infiltrate, caregiving, literature,
Form:
Couplet
In sheep's clothing they infiltrate, call you mate, lie in wait;
these sly wolves who seek to harm and disarm with charm.
It's a clever deed, founded in greed and meant to mislead.
Their nakedness would reveal the heart of steel they conceal.
Search behind the glint in their eyes to see their lies and alibis
Strip vile ones naked of that pseudo smile, glimpse their guile
Lay bare the amiable mask they wear. They will dare to ensnare.
Don't be naive and believe words spewed by those who decieve.
It's not uncouth to play the sleuth and expose the naked truth
of those who stalk and walk about while praising with sweet talk.
Don't be a fool thinking they're cool. It's a heap of wolfen stool.
Be shrewed! Denude the lewd ones so you don't get screwed.
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November 11, 2016
Naked Contest
Anthony Slausen
Categories:
infiltrate, betrayal, identity,
Form:
Rhyme
…the greatest poet who ever lived
…our Lord Jesus Christ
Wishes that wash upon the shallow shore,
Lacrimal lesions of the holographic whore…
Tectonic temptations, the lava shall pour,
Unleashing emotions, entombed we gore.
Mangled monuments of ruins regurgitate,
Surfacing megalomania of demons dominate…
Demonic destruction encroaches to infiltrate,
Demigods of desire will position to penetrate.
Distant horizons dissipating within plain sight,
Frigid frustrations amidst fore playing frostbite…
Detestation distortions of Hell’s agape appetite,
Antagonizing warring Angels take feverous flight.
Falling into oblivion within the blink of an eye,
Idempotent illusions making macabre to justify…
But there stands one soul, whose words do magnify,
Their love spreading thru asphyxiating air to clarify.
...background music by 'The Metal Heroes'
A tool tribute band... copy of 'Sinkfist'
Using a male virtual voiceover
June.24.2019
More To Me Poetry
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
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Premiere Contest...
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Categories:
infiltrate, jesus, judgement, spoken word,
Form:
Rhyme
History shows us throughout time,
their main objective is the same crime,
from Nimrod, Alexander, Hitler to Stalin,
all these men and then some have one thing in common,
Having only one thing on their one track mind,
is to take over and rule all of mankind,
be it by creating wars in different countries,
order out of chaos means more power and money,
Today the wannabes are more deceptive,
behind the scenes mentoring our elected,
you will see them from time to time on the news,
not just playing church as you sit in the pews,
They're like CIA spy's who infiltrate,
their minds like a chess game as they contemplate,
thinking only of their next worldly move,
coming across as pious and holy as if right on cue,
Wanting nothing more than a new world order,
merging all the world together losing our sovereign borders,
planning for one ruler, religion, currency among other things,
this oligarchy in secrecy working behind the scenes,
History will unfortunately repeat itself,
informative books collecting dust on our shelfs,
as we sit and watch situational comedies, etc. in our homes,
forgetting or not realizing that all roads lead to Rome.
2-18-17
Categories:
infiltrate, power, world,
Form:
Rhyme
Ninja Jan
Ninja Jan is all dressed up in her ninja suit
And is ready to take the battle with full force
She knows how to infiltrate the enemy
She creeps upon the enemy warrior in a counter attack
Ninja Jan takes her firm stance; as she sets her sights
With a strengthening hold and gives her mightiest of kicks
Gives herself an affirmation then attacks with dominating
flare
She thrust her leg with a force and hits him where it hurts
He's fully growling and grumbling she hurt him in his jewels
Ninja Jan has conquered her enemy and proudly takes stance
She has no fears and she's real hip and knows she's a super
hero for she has kicked butt
Now they all call her a full -fledged warrior of a samurai.
Written: 3/15/15
Theresa Marie W-C
Categories:
infiltrate, dedication, friend, friendship,
Form:
Light Verse
Regardless of our faith, in Love we can believe,
For Love's within us all, if we choose to retrieve.
Should we choose to leave Love in a dormant state,
Then we invite into our heart the bitterness of hate.
Those who believe in the power of Love,
Radiate and spread around all the beauty of.
Those who deny Love to flourish within their heart,
Spread misery around, since it's all they can impart.
We have all been blessed with the greatest Gift,
Though some choose to away from Love, drift.
The presence of Love or not is always crystal clear
In how we treat others; how others we revere.
Love is not selfish, cruel, apathetic, unforgiving;
Does not embrace greed or a miserable way of living.
Instead, Love is selfless, compassionate, and kind,
With consideration for others a natural state of mind.
Love is not ego serving, boastful and bragging;
Doesn't tune out a guilty conscience nagging.
Instead, Love is humble, modest, and reserved;
Accountable and accepting of what's deserved.
Love is not jealous, envious, resentful, or bitter;
Nor shallow, spineless, a flip-flopping fence sitter.
Instead, Love cultivates virtue, values, and integrity,
Making real in oneself a comfortable place to be.
When, our Gift Of Love, we cultivate with care,
We then reap to scatter Love seeds everywhere,
Always hoping they'll take root in another's garden bed,
Where there's being tilled the opposite of Love, instead.
When in our hearts we grow Love, we never have to feel
Afraid that another will come along and from us, steal
What we are growing and therefore, in possession of,
Because all they can take from us is some of our Love.
Once in the thief's possession, Love can only grow,
Infiltrate and change the current seeds they sow.
So, when we give the Gift Of Love and without request,
We can know in our heart we have given the very best.
In this day and age of money taking precedence,
Love is still free to receive and to dispense.
Love cannot be bought nor can Love be sold,
Making the Gift Of Love untouchable by gold.
We need not save our Love for special times and places,
Just for special occasions and to gladden special faces,
For the magic of Love is released every time we give
And multiplies within us when the Gift Of Love we LIVE!
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2017-12-24 16:52:00 (EST)
All rights reserved.
Categories:
infiltrate, giving, love,
Form:
Rhyme
"Consistency"
by: Eric L. Boddie
Contemplate, debate hate
Rate state magistrates
Mate great fates
Wait....date late
Deflate straight weight
Emancipate inmate traits
Dissipate irate gates
Indicate! Investigate! Litigate!
Incarcerate? Degradate? Incinerate?
Rejuvenate! Captivate! Demonstrate!
Innovate! Motivate! Fascinate!
Anticipate! Dedicate! Articulate!
Communicate....congratulate....exonerate
Infiltrate....penetrate....interrogate
Implicate! Detonate! Annihilate!
Separate? Segregate? Disintegrate!
Categories:
infiltrate, change, conflict, confusion, endurance,
Form:
Rhyme
He came a-lurking through the grass to lie in wait to strike.
While shepherds round their sheep in line, both young and old alike.
“I’ll eat you boy, I’ll eat you whole, your wool will be my mane,”
“And then I’ll move among your flock” the Viper said in vein.
With one swift smooth and deadly strike, the Viper took his prey,
A sacrificial lamb to start the debt that they will pay.
With blood now oozing from his fangs he wraps himself in fleece
And moves among the flock to slowly infiltrate the peace.
“For one-by-one they’ll all fall down, I’ll send them straight to hell,”
“Your Shepherd he can’t save you now! So say your last farewell!”
So night-by-night the Viper struck until the flock was gone.
The blood flowed on and on and on and curdled in the dawn.
The moral of the story is ‘don’t be a sheep at all.’
Or else the Viper just may strike and take your skin and all.
Categories:
infiltrate, allegory
Form:
Rhyme
The serpent's evil doctrine he'd tried to inflict
Tore peaceful communities assunder; causing conflict
The ghost soldiers would come in the dead of night
Taking on the evil serpent with firepower and might.
They would infiltrate the serpent's lair and be in disguise
And unleash hit and run tactics with the element of surprise
This enraged the serpent who put a price on their head
And he would pray to his god of evil; wishing them all dead.
It was in the Middle East that the serpent came to light
Waged a killing spree thinking it was his god given right
All the ghost soldiers' had to do was follow the trail of the dead
Then corner the evil serpent and cut off its head.
Offsprings of the serpent are now starting to nourish
But our civilised world must ensure they don't flourish
All nations must come together and stop this pure evil
And stop innocent people from suffering unnecessary upheaval.
Our world would live in fear but for the ghost soldier's sacrifice
But to rid the world from evil someone pays a heavy price
Some of these ghost soldiers paid with their lives
And would do it again to ensure; evil no longer thrives.
Written 24th February 2020.
Dedicated to the special forces of many nations who waged a behind the scenes war on ISIS in the Middle East.
Their covert missions' helped bring about the end of the self proclaimed caliphate and freed many people who were slaves' to ISIS.
The caliphate is no more but the behind the scenes war continues to this day.
Categories:
infiltrate, death, evil, military, war,
Form:
Rhyme