Best Occupier Poems
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Husband, son, father, friend
Mary's sweetie, Matthew's dad, Edith's son, brother to Teresa and Roy
Lover of family, friends and time alone
Who feels passion, joy and doubt
Who fears rejection, being forgotten and failure
Who would like to see Paris, Greece and the face of my Savior
Resident of Kelowna, British Columbia, Canada
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Proud, deceitful, lustful, liar
holder of grudges, occupier of dark thoughts
Competitive to a fault, craver of things material
Temptations target
Who feels torn in two
Who fears his darker instincts
Resident and member of humanity
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For Milton’s This is Who I am poetry Contest.
Categories:
occupier, adventure,
Form:
Bio
Figure of a man, constantly open
Poetry marriage that makes him richer
Her heart and beauty a gift so golden
Separate it would change, die, and wither
Friendship woven his unfailing embrace
Knowing not about him; external blessed
Through unassuming nature God gives grace
Gratitude words spoken his life expressed
Love of the tall pine and Mckinley beach
Journey hand in hand through umber forest
Embracing warm home, changed eyes within reach
Captive to lucid euphoric promise
Blessed interest with family and friends
Personal journey of faith God ascends
11/8/2016
Insert from ; "DUMMY - Hurtful & Healing Words"
by; Richard lamoureux
http://www.wisedummypoet.com
Richard lamoureux
Richard
Husband, son, father, friend
Mary's sweetie, Matthew's dad, Edith's son, brother to Teresa and Roy
Lover of family, friends and time alone
Who feels passion, joy and doubt
Who fears rejection, being forgotten and failure
Who would like to see Paris, Greece and the face of my Savior
Resident of Kelowna, British Columbia, Canada
Lamoureux
Richard
Proud, deceitful, lustful, liar
holder of grudges, occupier of dark thoughts
Competitive to a fault, craver of things material
Temptations target
Who feels torn in two
Who fears his darker instincts
Resident and member of humanity
Lamoureux
Categories:
occupier, tribute,
Form:
Sonnet
CALIBER
The mental quality of spirits is unveiled.
Anne saw them in imagery.
They were in small shapes as a displayed mural.
A bust of lives demised with estate being conveyed as an inhabitant or the occupier.
Their capacity was that of full animation and stream.
Anne watched the mystical images that were once all men.
Their colors came as black, white, and olive.
Attuned to their surroundings, they did not alter their position on the wall.
They desire was to rectify a wrong.
Calibers are competent to their form in which Anne was not afraid of being forewarned.
Anne began to name them the ones that she saw.
The black one was called Magic because he was the leader of them all.
There were two level of white men seated by rows.
Anne named them Parchment because of their lab coats.
The olive one was called Mixed-Blood.
Stature they formed with ability to construct.
The degree of their mental capacity paraded the capability of the physical you being possessed.
Might they enter via an oval of the body?
They haunted this house to influence cognizance.
Anne’s knowledge is such that she may not be aware of their existence from where they exist.
Ignorance is the perception Anne lived in.
Anne and her family moved from this house in her seventh year.
She saw their presence first when she was four.
Once Anne and her family left, she did not see them anymore.
Anne moved on Briesch when she was an infant.
She never spoke of what she saw until she relocated.
Anne’s mother stated that a veil was over her eyes, a pall of despair trying to develop premonition.
Caliber is a degree of mental capacity or moral quality.
Anne cultivated this identity.
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Penned February 17, 2014!
For Anne Currin Contest Any Poem/Any Subject!
Categories:
occupier, character, courage, education, emotions,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Autumn surrounds the lake
Vibrancy vivacious, romantic
Blue in the rippling eye
Dark speck, a boat
Grows bigger and bigger
The laughter
Her auburn hair thrown back,
Her subtle loveliness
He stares at the landscape of love
Day bellows in briskness
And a tartan blanket
Smoothed on her lap
A sporty arm around her shoulder
Shadows falling effervescent
Sweethearts head for home
Trees retreat into dusk
Crunch of falling leaves underfoot
Spark of embers dying
Flame of color extinguished
Except for her lips
Pressed into his memory book
Soft, blush, frolic
Of a burgeoning wish
Small leaf adrift on tranquil waters
Occupier eyes the couple with jealousy
A miniature copy, this sister a faerie
Speckled toadstool over her head
She conjures a rainstorm
To get goody two shoes wet
But she slips into his arms
He asks
Rainstorm pulls the lovers along
To make a permanent hitch
A flying leaf, a faerie aboard
Stomps her teeny tiny feet
Wipes away her tears
Gives in, wishes well
For their happily ever after
11/18/2020
Categories:
occupier, autumn, fairy, love,
Form:
Narrative
Despair
By: Miracle Man
5/21/2021
Do you ever wonder just why you’re still here?
are the things in your life no longer held dear?
How can you combat these feelings of despair?
By reaching out to someone you know will care.
You should never feel, overwhelmed and alone,
you can take back your life but not on your own.
If crushed inside, and stress an occupier,
and distress is making your life a quagmire.
Each season of life brings some difficult change,
but don’t allow Satan your life to derange.
If you think you’ve reached the end of your rope,
just reach out to God, He alone is our hope.*
* Deuteronomy 31:6-
Be strong and of a good courage, fear not, nor be afraid of them: for the LORD thy God, he it is that doth go with thee; he will not fail thee, nor forsake thee.
Gleanings from My Pastor’s wife’s lesson.
Categories:
occupier, anger, depression, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
"The Paradox"
When we had crossed Styx
like a slow game of knuckles
we were thrown for a six
it was like the party
had kick started
way ahead of time
without us
escape from the world
of fools is never easy
there, the breeze
of freewill ceases
so we sat and let
the oarsman paddle us
a cross
to where
we did not know
it was never Home
way ahead of us
the sound of distant
merriment like
fading church bells,
ding dong Avon
calling, some kind
of fayre ball,
perhaps Avalon,
to us it was like
taking a sip of - well,
no sugar coating for this,
a bitter haunted tincture
laced with false promise,
dangling nebulous Utopia
somewhere behind us
the noose called thought
stood in a numbered cell
pacing back and forth,
sometimes the occupier
would play dead,
lie still, back to the wall
then turning,
engrave another mark
into the wall, counting time,
watching it fall
dust to dust
ash to ash
with the other sods;
the paradox?
One wants it to end,
then one does not;
the grand mal heart
seizing in to mind
the bittersweet
contradiction?
to have and
to have not
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
“Avalon will always be there
for all men to find
if they can seek the way thither,
throughout all the ages past the ages.
If they cannot find the way to Avalon,
it is a sign, perhaps,
that they are not ready."
Categories:
occupier, journey, muse, mystery,
Form:
Narrative
Nelson Mandela was the man
the west loathed him
he wasn't white
he wasn't rich
he stood for the oppressed
not the South African white mobsters
that locked him up, undressed
he was a terrorist
or so they said
And now?
he's on your postage stamps
so lets prey for the day
when you learn the truth
thank-you Sinwar
for standing with humanity
There is no peace with an occupier
one cannot rest with a vile viper
ready to choke you
if anyone has doubts
go sleep in a gas chamber
then do pray
tell me how that works out
Categories:
occupier, evil,
Form:
Free verse
The winter and the spring are intermingling;
some days warmth and sun; some cold and rain,
and the flora that is needing reconditioning
swell their buds, and start greening once again,
and on the clothesline wire,
or dead branch on a briar,
soon become the occupier
of my backyard where begins a season reign.
A pair of eastern spinebills have concluded,
that the fork in a ti-tree is just right,
for they seem to think it’s fairly well secluded
to raise a family from, an egg until flight;
bottlebrush and fuschia,
emu bush and correa,
heath and grevillea,
provide the nectar their blooming does invite;
but every predator, they’re seeking prey,
for their makeup is depending on protein;
secrecy is a must, to keep hunters at bay,
and diversion tactics do provide a screen,
from a hawk and cat,
butcherbird and rat,
a cunning raven that
enjoys young tender chicks in their cuisine;
but day by day the brood keeps growing bigger,
with mum and dad kept busy on the wing,
and within two weeks the chicks are full of vigor,
so leave the nest to face what futures bring;
what a pleasant scene -
see them perch and preen,
two replicas yet to wean,
and truly a celebration in the spring.
Categories:
occupier, bird, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Thinly Wangmo, Yogini.
Thinly Wangmo, a Tibetan too,
Rode on her horse this way,
Invasion came, Chinese, like rain,
No where, to get away?
Chinese war lord, occupier.
Captured her out a riding.
A nasty sod, an Asian clod.
His anger, there residing.
Belted bashed, almost to death ,
By a thorn branch, merciless,
She catches of a final breath,
And gallops off a laughing.
And knowing well n understood,
She knows it’s for her earthly good,
This belting she earned by wood.
Life time, she was a charmer,
Absolving, her bad karma.
Thinly made an instant prayer,
While bashing,
she was a suffering there,
That others might be spared ,
A lovely little charmer!
Chinese chased and caught Thinley,
Her wounds had healed surprisingly,
Came back some Chinese dignity,
He knew she was amazing see,
He asked, for him, she pray,
She did the day he died…Don Johnson
Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ contest
Thinly, is a true happening.
It is part of a Buddist book.
from which i browsed ,
and thoughts betooked
and there of Thinly,
she Tibetan sage.
Seen good n bad and often sad,
some of terrifying....
long as it flows babe...xox...Don
Categories:
occupier, adventure
Form:
Rhyme
to my every step,
there’s a uniformed man
whose hands are soaked,
in blood of my brethren
would kill me,
if I resist to be oppressed
senses of the world leaders get defunct,
when there’s any question of violations in my homeland
how can I agree with the comment of heaven!!!
my eyes are witness to red color streets & rivers only!
I see children battling for eyesight & life
I see myself in sand of despondency
my pen also failed,
as it tried to console me by writing colorful words
day & night, all the time my soul asks me a same question:
am I still alive??
as after witnessing the bloodbath,
I had bought my shroud…
the wails of those who mourn,
are reverberating in my soul
who knows what life is! none in this country
torn clothes have become nightmares for women
crowd as timorous for children
every corner of my homeland has become a corpse alike
I see my diary full of blood whilst writing my ordeal
the blood of my brethren I see,
is the answer to your curiosity
I do not see any colour except red,
as it has become my identity
my Kashmir is my Kashmir,
choked on earth for its spellbinding beauty
now birds & trees have also learnt how to offer funeral prayers
as we have been caged by our occupier
no people are needed, my oppressor says
but to show its deceitful care to the world, I’m integral to him
now my eyes do not see the dreams of mounts, gardens, esthetics of my Kashmir
they only see coffins of children being ferried to graveyards
and still I’ve a question,
am I still alive? or it’s a reverie…
Categories:
occupier, humanity,
Form:
Elegy
The disgrace
So, it is coming to an end
and the lesson that will not be learned is this:
the occupied people will not love the occupier.
The army of the Kabul government is melting away
the soldiers know. they will even if they won
a battle or two, lose, the Taliban are the people
Of the Pashtun are as strong as hemp.
The west has to live with the knowledge of having lost and work out what can be done.
The women might be the biggest losers
if the Taliban rulers, chose to follow their strict interpretation of the religion,
one hopes not.
So many ruined countries come to mind
Everything the west touches in the east is degraded
to dust, death and rusty weaponry.
Categories:
occupier, arabic, assonance, fire,
Form:
Blank verse
The candidates for world dominance
The contenders who want to sit on the highest branch on the tree of power should
not be elected because they want it too badly
Theirs are a grab for dominance for its own sake and if lucky the book of history,
the part where leaders are remembered, we know Saddam Hussein, Stalin and Hitler
they too are remembered by history and given enough time will be Admired and
books will be written in their defence
The contenders talk about trade meaning high finance, not a factory that produces
products and employ people, they mean the banks, money lenders.
They fear ordinary people but keep us enslaved by debt we should take a stand
as they do in Palestine, who are spied upon day and night, yet the truth slips through
the occupier can arrest you for a joke.
No one lived here before we came it all belong to us as they proudly lie to themselves
as they slowly sink into the apathy of a frozen culture and self-loathing.
Tomorrow it will be your turn to be arrested for speaking your mind.
Categories:
occupier, lost love, magic, math,
Form:
Sonnet
Traitor/Hero
It was half dark in the yard where a group of men with heavy overcoats stood, this was a Nordic country and cold.
We´re freedom fighters but out enemy the occupier of our country, called us terrorists. A bald man showed us how he could subdue a dog by violence and he broke the dog till it licked his hand. We were going to blow up a train, I was given a packet of sandwiches to eat when on the run.
I walked out and saw the building surrounded by soldiers, the dog too was there I bent down to give it something to eat when the shooting started and there were much screaming, blood and noise my disguise flew
off- hat and wig- and I was bald also.
When I got up the shooting had stopped and I walked away followed by the dog, apparently they thought I was the person who had helped them.
A high ranking officer thanked me for saving so many lives.... he offered me a safe haven. Praise from the enemy of my country, knew I was doomed, history would call me a traitor, and there is no safe haven for that.
Meanwhile the man who was cruel to the dog would never be caught.
Categories:
occupier, anger, angst, break up,
Form:
Blank verse
Keep winning
with your same old competitive ********,
said the life coach,
To avoid future losses.
What are the key capital investment opportunities,
asked the financial coach,
That keep Business As Competitively Usual
building larger homes,
expanding sacred cathedrals,
triumphing Win-or-Lose public servants
calculating democratic divestment of losers?
Watch out for competing over-investment
in ostensibly cooperative purposes,
trusts,
concerns,
collective incorporations for good,
warned the occupier coach,
growing life for mutual love empowerment,
bilateral and multilateral winning health,
wealth,
wellness,
happiness,
welfare of all residents
Whether by "birthright"
or whether by birthwrong need
of a more liberally safe and free sacred space
to live cooperative love
without fear of RightWing ballistic incursions,
rape,
plunder,
abuse,
neglect
Health of truth and beauty winning
robust multicultural love
restoring ecotherapeutic justice.
All residents win through mutually occupying health care
giving
and receiving
and communicating nutritional wealth
with more cooperative communion intent
revolting against WinLose
unto LoseLose anti-rapturous devolutionary assumptions,
bad faith,
lack of hope,
where we would instead grow love,
karmic expectation,
positive psychology incarnation,
ecological and theological correlational relationship.
RightWing coaches and technicians:
Please conservatively challenge assumptions
that healthy engines of capital green success
should
would
or even logically could
unilaterally assume continued growth
of future wealthy
life-systemic successes.
Relentless continued growth
within a living,
breathing,
heart-beating organism,
society,
culture,
nation
we usually discover as rabidly cancerous
once we become mature adult mindbody systems
of natural healthy Spirit
and/or wealthy spiritually balancing NatureBodies
Said the occupy healthy life coach.
Categories:
occupier, beauty, caregiving, health, integrity,
Form:
Political Verse
Lead me home,
Away from these fires
And compromises of dreams inside,
Still existing, slowly deteriorating
Make no mention across
The boardroom desk of a
Yearning heart. Bad form.
Bloody up the forecast.
Wipe clean the plate
For the next green leathered occupier
To present their return on no investment.
Earnings after taxes, depreciated.
With composed discharge,
Diminish the minions.
Walk away from the policy
And procedure of souls seeking comfort
With tiny voices,
Terminate and restructure, build and repurpose
In a careful edit.
Blind copy coconspirators, then press send.
Feed the lion the monthly meat
And while he gorges, hunt for more.
Until you are served up.
Categories:
occupier, perspective,
Form:
Blank verse