Best Mobilized Poems

Beat model, the truth

I just defeated a temptation see
Deal was soo good but then I thot o revelation
Fought it to the ground like a superpower nation
Stillitroselikeaboxerthrowingthrowingpunchesinmydirection
My goodness

		And Jehova’s my witness
It is hard be-in a righteous man in pursuit of these richess
   See a...

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For years, the ominous signs were palpable
The deep fraternal mistrust festered and discernable
Propagated by colonial masters to divide and make Rwanda malleable
And left lingering became monstrous and uncontrollable
Snowballing in 1994 into an orgy of murderous hate
As Hutu brothers turned against their Tutsis siblings
For three cruel...

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MY BLOOD
By Curtis Johnson

A motorized blood bank came to our church today, and I decided to donate blood.
I don't know if her needle was too soft or whether my skin was too tough, but the first lady that attended to me in the mobilized blood...

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Remember September 11th
Signed legislation, equal access, public schools and mobilized troops.
Supreme Court Justice Warren, controversial some would say, provided  a goal of unity, 
the removal of stigmas, fair competition, birth of global recognition and a future for the 
spirited ambitious, the motivated  and...

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Sometimes our attention will turn toward some of God's special creations that may cause our hearts to skip a beat or take one's breath away.  Such was the case with me when one of God's choicest roses left me speechless and staring.

While chatting with...

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Vae victis! Her quick eyes spy out the field.
Reconnoitred, the foe's dispositions have been noted, 
quantified, assessed. The forces of order
and tidiness, in neat array, 
perfect their alignment, await onslaught.
The sentinels stand guard:
A pot of jam, a jar of marmalade are emplaced
on the strategic salient...

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I plead the fifth!
Rhymes with no sniff
Nosed clogged Ben Gay spade with no shifts
Pace makers tripped wires

Remit
Remake takes patents to skin drifts
Power ranged a game with low lifts
Tires rims shine made drift

Blinds closed with long sticks
Brick houses with no bricks
Framed same found day shun with...

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Nature is generous to give a good sight
life is in full acceptance of this might
the longer is the trouser worn by light
from four to twenty two, deprived is night,
the sun is eager, the neighbourhood stays bright.

The city booms with different colours,
the countryside graces as the...

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Paralyzed in a tranquil trance,
She stared at the white blank page, terrified,
visualizing a perfect storm, robust and rugged
Then her metacarpals mobilized, resulting
in  a mortified tableau of a raging wave, 
her pawn trapped, 
she sculpted that death defying
dance, 
perfection, 
marred by a sadistic smile,,,
her first...

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A Nation, wearied, sapped traumatized.
This vast exotic land, fringed by lush emerald jungles 
A spark rising from the west, once looked upon by all,
A giant? 
No, faded glory. 
Vistas of burning star and torrential rivers  
Once revered, now a derelict of crumbled epitaph ...

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In the quiet corridors of my mind, where thoughts flow like rivers through ancient valleys,
I ponder the nature of wars and the battles fought not for land, but for the dominion of words.
Language, the most lethal weapon forged by man, sharp as any blade and...

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They heard a voice, they responded 
Though indistinctive the call, unclear their destination 
Waiting not for a signed correspondence 
They mobilized and departed to their destination 

Then arrived the challenges staring at their face 
The seas, the deserts there  to cross 
Thirst,  hunger...

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France went into the first world war
because it had no choice 
the allies won the war
with a population of thirty-eight million

Eight and a half million were mobilized
five point three million were killed
4 million hectares of land devastated
6 hundred thousand buildings destroyed 

20 thousand factories destroyed
nobody...

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The Witch of Winslow Street

In West Saint John, no fortune sprang.
But greatness graced the Blue Rock Gang.
As Carleton rascals, David Goss
And Bobby Alexander launched
A secret goal that made them itch,
To see which woman was a witch.
So, mischief was their middle name,
And witches were their call...

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both sides use conscience for a hook
it's a con artist's suitcase
fill your cup in the Ocean of Tears
there's enough of everything in there
toasters glowing blenders humming
dogs humping on lawns across the land
in a cloying oppressive sweetness
that could diverge and go anywhere
Club Med’s Oracle Island for...

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