Best Insurgence Poems
"Aurora Spills"
Aurora spills like a waterfall
light from the eyes
saltwater tears
crocodilian
scaled in the weight of worth
a drop in the ocean of fate
breaks the seaweed fields of stories
they wave her in
rippling time away
fingertips dance mesmerising
the stinging strangers
wrapped around her legs
treading water in deep
infested notions
the coolness of
irreverent nonchalance
romantic or not
pulls her under covers
like warm blankets
heavy comfort
calls the broken
floating towards
the shabby matrix
new gates of life open
mirrors crack like eggs
the vision reflects
both light and dark
demon and saint
their remnants
embers, still
in the coldness
of prickly gloaming
like glow worm glen
fireflies red and glowing
sparks ignite
a rapturous bushfire
from cinders
billy tea leaves overturned
empty cups read
the yolk of a heart
never lies
fried casually
by the over easy
in shallow pans
of poetry
under microscopes
of blithe mordant critique
minute shards of gold
are slowly sifted
from the flotsam dross
some wisdom found
in the muddy fertile mind
shooting up
from 6ft underground
like small green plants
growing under rocks
with centipedes and
the petulant poison of spiders
in pink reflection
insurgence blooms
war never waits
silently the Pandoras smile
understanding all and nothing
of a small life distended,
swelling love
for that which was stolen
where bursting broken blue weeds
undo frozen jewels
diamonds sharp for the cutting
shiny words spells of insanity
delicious moments
melting time swallowed
spoken without voice
listening to ghosts
scratching through walls
where life floods
from glass boxes
coffins of buried treasure
banished
kaleidoscope colours
overgrowing
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“The Lady in the Lake”/ Elysian Fields
https://youtu.be/IjX8xfZ7sg0
“Out of whose womb came the ice
And the hoary frost of heaven
Who hath gendered it
The waters are hid as with a stone
And the face of the deep is frozen”
LYRICS/ “The Lady in the Lake”, Elysian Fields
https://genius.com/Elysian-fields-lady-in-the-lake-lyrics
Categories:
insurgence, muse,
Form:
Free verse
FREEDOM
This mass of land, created from the amalgamation of two
Stood alone as the most eastern Caribbean island in view
Embedded with coral and volcanic ash, her strength
A peaceful place to inhabit and explore at length
**
The onset of tragedy lingered, with the Colonisation of old
As the Brits sought their heritage and desired a foothold
This peaceful land beyond, was never to be
A sanctuary for innocence nor tranquility
**
Across the treacherous seas they sailed
Complete with cargo of Settlers and Slaves entailed
To till the land for sugar cane, cotton and tobacco fields
Never to accede below the demanded yields
**
For eons the Masters dominated the sugar trade
Reaping from the backs of the weary and unpaid
They ruled the downtrodden with relentless fear
Until spoke that death of reign was near
**
The unforgiving natural disasters took its toll
Leaving this precious land with nothing more
To take, to trade or yield again
Save the memory of inhumane pain
**
Exodus from the fields agone, made way
For education and the hunt for insurgence at bay
Abolition, rebellion and emancipation ensued
And this beloved land, Barbados was liberated prelude
"FREEDOM"
(Barbados gained internal independence from the British Monarchy in 1966)
By: Liz Ward
Categories:
insurgence, freedom, memory, slavery,
Form:
Rhyme
Orchestrated plots from the birth of corruption
Meticulously cunning, blue print semantics
Shadows overriding sheer manipulation
Much more to its sleeves, sly gimmickry and antics
Overlapping smokescreen piling up to its feet
Diversionary tactics, garden variety
Principles dropped, conceded an utter defeat
Distraction thirsts for blood, hounds for the killing spree
When darkness overcomes the illumination
Claiming a population, an epidemic
By the hundreds on process of elimination
Resistance is futile to such obvious logic
Retaliatory, uprising insurgence
The masses’ response with strings attached
Casted under a spell, hypnotic indolence
A fearsome adversary, no other can match
Time’s in fast changing pace, turning the wheels of fate
Right up into the very heart of society
An impending apocalypse spearheading straight
The core that dictates man’s unending enmity
Categories:
insurgence, abuse, dark, grief, hate,
Form:
Elegy
Blinded by the lightening flash, running from the thunder
Clash, a hail storms hurricane burns within me, oh am I
Lost in the eye of your wake, a single powder cloud set adrift,
Amongst your currents of insurgence, I’m powerless.
An earth elemental, torn upwards against my will,
A heavenly ascender, rocking in the atmosphere,
Swaying between the light waves of the earth and sky.
A piratical of living energy, clinging upon the tears
Of mine own emotions inertia, for raw forces life
Support.
Nay spiritual resistance is futile, against your loves
Passionate storm that beckons unto me, dearest
Feel the electrical threads connecting us, lighting up
God’s kingdom admits the divine nimbus fields of white.
Come hither meld thy moisture with my fire, and let us
Merge together, forming elemental giants, torrents
Tornado's, brushing against the vaults of heaven.
Swirling erotic demon’s suspended in mid-air,
Uniting in complete abandonment’s liberal freedom,
Amongst the atmosphere, kindred spirits dancing
A vaporous waltz of mists desirer's.
At the apex of our climate unisons, within the
Heights of the heights divides, I’m rudely severed,
Tossed into a devotional free fall, as the echoing voices
Of pleasures commandments thrash against the cloud
Mountains.
In silences moments of frozen rapture, I do so lie
Upon the cold earthen ground, a tattered shadow
Of innocence abandonment, as the waves of an
Wakening dreamer, washes over my battered flesh.
Thinly the pressure front passes ideally by me,
The cruel sun pierces through the black embrace
That had entangled my inner being.
But I can see his rainbow smiling down upon me,
I can feel his soft breezes winds brushing, caressing
My blackened tresses, I’m here for thee, in dreams
Illusions kingdom of the night, and at flights fancy,
We've collide again, for we are the elemental giants,
Passions divine spirits of a mightier storm, called love.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
insurgence, emotions, fantasy, imagery, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
If I ever meet depression in the physical form
I will inflict more damage than a biblical storm.
Invading my mind like satanic parasites,
feasting on my happiness bite after bite.
I'm hating myself for the person I've become,
I'm helpless to it, pathetic weak and dumb.
Thwarted and fallen, appallingly unproductive.
The torment insurgence transforms me destructive.
I'm useless and failing, increasingly alien,
these aint excuses, it's depression I'm wailing.
I'm left handed, right handed, ADHD,
depression, self loathing and anxiety.
My ambition went missing with drive and dreams,
my confidence in submission to doubt that gleams,
these parasites co-ordinate as an efficient team.
My one weapon is hope, and hope is supreme.
7/6/2019
Categories:
insurgence, anxiety, depression, hope, suicide,
Form:
Rhyme
Staircases of lost trails
of thoughts in the ancient
recesses, nooks and corners,
in the half-drawn zebra-crossings,
and anomalies of lives
that intersect to deviate
into the realms of not knowing,
in the half-empty shops
that sell enchantment,
in the giant-bridge that overlooks
a breathless flow of an uncanny water
that connects parallel dreamy lands
of unyielding mysteries,
in those rooms of blue benches
and dusts of hasty chalk-throws,
or grounds of emerald
bathed in a sublime light
of a morning sun of my ancient days,
in the scribbles that remain
in the pages of my unforgiving memory,
in the beats of dhak, the wilderness
of my mythical joy, of colors,
of countless harmonics,
and the fairy-tale comeback of
an endearing goddess,
everytime,
in the fierce flow of roaring crowd
and that quaint bookstore on my
favorite pavement,
in farewells of people
who meet perchance in the alleys
of rusty, frantic mayhem
before they get lost in everyday,
in the forsaken poem
of vivid insurgence,
in smiles of conjoined thoughts,
in sudden storms of noetics,
in the falling for, in
the collision of asteroid-like souls
that collapse into a fierce,
maddening story, in the
growing-apart of those
half-made story-pieces
that flow away with
the winds of merciless change,
in the whimpering of thrown-away
worlds, and tinkling of chimes
on the window of longing-----
O my lovelorn city, how are you?
Categories:
insurgence, celebration, city, home, memory,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Hold onto useless effort, so revile
that anger can endanger, why then smile
it is this brief insurgence we are vile
and to ourselves most guilty in compile!
The working wonder of concepts worthwhile
is building to inception, runs the mile,
the keeper of Invention is not style
but rapt conception of a newer trial!
Restoring dignity, an armor of discourse
from refuse, that dependent samples source,
it is that by experience know resource
is not the score of wealth, not vital . . porous!
Resolve of merit, inner peace concourse
that mind's injunction knows its own remorse,
complacency outnumbers its enforce
as useful only ~ loss is . . . . teaching's storage.
Categories:
insurgence, repetition, teacher,
Form:
Monorhyme
The battle line is drawn.
Beyond the mystery of your power,
You've laid us down.
In your bid to get in here you promised to build a tower.
On your shoulder do we rest
Till you daily lay us to rest.
We will end the insurgence in few months
While same seems not ending after four years.
Revolution now is seen as threat
While with your mouth it's declared.
The fight against corruption
In your bid is an illusion.
As this is done in meritorious deceits.
Tell me not to raise any alarm.
How dare you say that?
As anarchy iseminent to your act.
In deep thought, the murder of the rule of law
Is announce in your filthy hands
As you desecrate the temple of justice
In bid to be above the law
Where is our hope?
Where are we to go from here?
No food on the table
As all had been inflated.
The minimum wage has no date of implementation
And you've come to fight corruption.
Are you not?
Hear me great Divine
As my petition is made from a wounded heart.
Forgive and let this cup pass us by
As in the time of general Abasha
Categories:
insurgence, africa, anger, betrayal, conflict,
Form:
Imagism
I am looking for dream interpreters.
My name is Goodluck
Don’t swear yet please, don’t “****”
I am no president or “less”
Neither am I clueless
Parents christened me Goodluck
So if there be name sake as me
Well, that is bad luck
Like I said,
I am looking for dream interpreters.
I had a dream last night
I saw ancestors.
Breathing fire like dynamite
Asked me if I am insensitive
Or just clueless
Out of respect for ancestors, I asked them
‘Insensitive to or in what?’
“Insensitive to or in what???”
Was their angered response
“Even in this, you are still clueless”?
Their lead speaker asked
“Okay, fine! Mr. clueless” he continued
Under your watchful eyes
The plane you are saddled with,
Cries out for a pilot
For the auto-pilot can’t land it
And you are a clueless pilot
The ship you are saddled with
Cries out for a captain
For you have broken the compass
And an inevitable sink might come to pass”.
“Mr. clueless” he continued again
The streets of Jos,
Blood has become a river.
Have you seen the butchered women…
Pregnant
Have you seen the opened bowels…
Slain infants.
Religious insurgencies on the instant
United Nations office and police headquarters
All crashed landed with a bang…bomb
Churches are smashed, even mosques
The blood rivers of Jos has flowed beyond us
Now, it’s a national flood above us
Yet your greed is on the oil well
You have weakness for debt accumulation
SUBSIDY!
Your greatest height of insensitivity
What happened to profits of yester years?
Same old promise of good roads,
Good education, a better tomorrow
Yet, forty billion, a former house of reps
Single handedly stole it.
Are you leeches never ever tired of loots?
Or fear of insurgence of the deprived youths?
The people raped by empty promises of bandits
If you are in all these things clueless
Then our dreams for the country is hopeless
All leaders before you
Have creatively out done you
Hate has come to the surface
And you have lost your grace”.
Then from the dream, I woke up!
Somebody help!!!
I need dream interpreters.
THIS POEM IS FOR THE NIGERIA PRESIDENT WHO CAN’T FEEL THE NEED OF THE NIGERIA PEOPLE
Categories:
insurgence, black african american, inspirational,
Form:
Personification
Prophets of old from time immemorial had foretold,
Evils of ages and eras, like dried leaves, will be storm-soared;
Seeds of freedom, not like wheat, but like ember, sternly sown,
Would erupt, like lava, and the earthly vile would get blown...
Thus, revolution, in form of flesh, took birth in a womb,
That, like fertile earth, stood ready for insurgence to bloom;
Virgin Mother the tool of God, gave up her sacred will,
To bring forth the great savior; wisdom-words, thus, to fulfill...
Not gaining place in the inn is not meager helplessness,
Nor manger, a curse for deviation or sinfulness;
Divine will has way of reaching absolute fulfillment,
In this achievement, human beings are God's instrument...
And thus, the time of that exact atonement hour arrived,
In Mary, age-old promise of salvation got revived;
History of deliverance, phase by phase went dawning,
To quench the thirst of humanity, in bondage drowning...
The child born, though seem helpless, is not a thing of pity,
He's king, king of kings, Emmanuel, witty and gritty;
He is a silent sage of endless ages, who tells the world:
Tasks of humanity to be achieved are manifold...
Lullabies, angels sing for him are, songs of liberty,
Earth and heaven are bound in eternal affinity;
Shepherds discern the divinity and joyously sing,
Church bells - Gloria mingled Alleluia - loudly ring...
22 December 2021
Nativity New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Categories:
insurgence, christmas,
Form:
Rhyme
beside the dirty wall there was a shadow,
the signs painted by some graffiti artist
made even less sense in the dark.
lying on the damp floor was the skinny dog.
stare into my bird's eye.
it seemed to say get out,
this hell is mine alone.
so I threw a piece of bread
that I had in my beak.
he salivated and snapped.
the next step was a caress with my wing.
was conquered.
so we made this kind of alliance.
now he follows me around town.
two savages without destiny.
but soon we will be three,
for the skittish cat meowed at us.
sure we will form legion,
let's occupy that hole in the hill,
coming down when hunger strikes,
then we will attack all the buffets,
scandalize the bourgeois,
co-opt the cockatiels,
the turtles and the badgers,
time to attack in pack,
this land will be ours again.
Categories:
insurgence, animal,
Form:
Free verse
INTRANSIGENCECapricious in opinion
Parental – High handedness
Work put in
By sentinel minions
Juggernaut enthused
Serial circumstance
Discorded use. Abstinence!
Crushed! UNDONE!
Inconsonance
I am slighted. Rebuffed!
Disinherited
Urgency brings revolution
Insurgence
Of divine retribution.
End.
Categories:
insurgence, beauty, god, grief,
Form:
Free verse
At the distant verge of horizon
Slowly submerging is weary Sun
With reddened face
Bidding grudging adieus
To his day long drudging
Brooding over mandatory next come
I stood there staring at Him
I wanted to say “don’t depart”
In an automatic reflex
I lifted my right hand aloft!
Nay! He didn’t stop! I wept!
As feared reemerging are my
Horror-ogres, with creepy insurgence
A dirge from distant mountain range
Barged inside my fragile core
With harrowing clangor
Oozing out acid-reminiscences
From burrows of my bruised past
Started corroding once more
My already well-abraded heart
The dark thickets of moonless night
Are thickening my tiresome thoughts
I wriggle on my bed like a sloughing serpent
In an insomniac discomfort getting ready
For deadly duels with my night spirits
My only hope! A quick crack of dawn!
To restart my histrionics and harlequinade
amongst my people; and dazzle one more day
Making fun and pleasing everyone
With my feigned charm and exuberance
Dreading inside the night at imminence
Categories:
insurgence, angst, confusion, depression, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
Cold,
When we are grief is untold
When we are helpless and hopeless
When we are all wandering with no direction
When all hope is lost amidst insurgence.
Cold,
When the girl child is raped, molested and battered with no justice.
When innocent babies are aborted in birth places and thrown in sacred places.
When the boy child is put under immoral subjection and barbaric act.
Cold,
When life's experiences makes us lose our balances.
When justices seems like a crisis
When innocent lives are murdered and butchered like animals.
Cold,
When the remembrance of the lost seems like a trauma we can't recover from.
When their stories can only be told within our hearts and not foretold.
Cold,
When we are scold,blindfold and sold together with our household.
When our raised placards can't save us.
When our cries is no longer heard and sounds like an helpless widow.
Cold,
When fraudulent practices has become an habit of those in governance.
When our rights as a citizen is overruled even as a franchise.
When we bark like a toothless dog.
Give us a heart of flesh oh God! ??????
Categories:
insurgence, corruption, death, emotions, gender,
Form:
Free verse
In my point of view
Influencers don't need an office to rule
Indirectly out gathering crews
Get ready, stand-by...
Watch out for the toupee guy
©Copyright January 12, 2021 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
insurgence, abuse, political, power, violence,
Form:
Quintain (English)