Best Overturning Poems
First Placing : Poetry Marathon 2025
Sponsor: Mark Toney
{ FREEDOM “We may want to linger, to stay, to arrest the flow and talk about it, photograph it, lyricize it. Yet this beauty is mercurial and we must let it go, for it is already slipping away to be replaced by the new.” -Stuart Sovatsky }
YELLOW FIELD OF WHEAT
Angel of Death skims blacker than tar
a skeletal knock overturning bowl of oats
smelling of frankincense and ashes
to carry you to a yellow field of wheat
where you will dance radiant waltzes
haloed free
your laughter pranced across blue walls with
Michael Jackson, Spider-Man, cheeky elves
relishing Kentucky Fried Chicken as you
played scrabble with forlorn neighbour
bony body birthing revolutions of
roulette with green life and grey death
how you endured those precision needles
wanting to drum tapered fingers on
waiting desk overflowing with car sketches
your thirteen year old bald head smiling
veins on an enchanting spring moon as our
hidden tears crystallised hospital sheets
we tried to keep up with you scoffing
encyclopaedias, Dickens and muffins alike
cancer like a chess game mastered chemo
doctors and nurses becoming kings or pawns
time was now or endless pathos stalking minds
Laurel and Hardy keeping hearts unlocked
on Merlin’s star-patterned couch you will
jokingly converse with Pele and his team
soccer ball silent under quiescent table
my ink cannot pen sad lines as I feel
your lips still sucking dripping nipple
freedom moonwalks on a
yellow field of wheat
Rising of the red dragon,
roaring loud clap of thunder,
wings spread from a trap dungeon,
on top a summit underground well.
An old English Falcon knight,
the bells summon, as the priest
runs out shouting in sheer fright,
a demon has invaded the church.
The Falcon knight rows his boat
out an overlooked distant
island in search for seventh
son, of the seventh son's assistance.
A seer and restorer
of life, son of a white witch.
Gold coins for the Lettermore,
the seventh son, his new apprentice.
A stone talisman around
his neck he wears for safety.
Stone stolen from the unbound
red dragon's veiled abbey gold coffers.
Ominous blood crescent moon,
amidst overhanging clouds,
shamed by the red dragon's wrath,
and the overturning darken runes.
The Lettermore and last of
noble Falcon knights that's left,
arm themselves, and journey off
upon their hunt and difficult quest.
Early morning and mountains
of green, leaves flutter and dance,
with clear limpid flowing streams.
Horses trot in rhythm, caught in a trance,
in search of the dragon queen.
She finds her doom in the hands
of noble knight shrew, unseen
knife, in her transformed feminine skin.
2/28/2022
Lind30nr Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
7779 unrhyme, using How Many Syllables Counter
inspired by the movie "Seventh Son"
Soros with his little pet crusty the clown caught red nosed
our country needs a king with a backbone to defend certain rights
not this weak minded fool who shakes hands with the devil himself
on earth a liberal puppet who agrees with killing children firstly
has little value under such a crown lacks deep compassion
with backwards peddling sacrifice promoting bloodshed
no true nature that supports life for all it's faults
where history will condemn this act of treason
overturning what is right and just law bares equal measures
The innocence is transfusing
and overturning
the goat skin drums
children of the mills,
children of the junkyard,
alone,
and savaging
and we keep filling them with
mercury, nitrate, espestice, baby bombs
blasted out of their shaved heads
scared,
and foraging
A beautiful couch, dusted entirely; five gentle hearts insist. Just kids, learning, moving, now
overturning pillows-- quite riot, so teriffic--undaunting: Victory will expand young's zodiac.
Water Shortage
I have seen the future
Water famine and revolutions
Wars over water,
No not the kind of balloons
Of water people throw at
Each other, nor
A wet t. shirt competition,
But real war with blood that
Runs into dry gutters
Rustlers who kill animals for
Their blood and leave carcasses
To rot in the field.
Chilled blood with a chaser of water
Only the rich can afford.
The unwashed masses, with
Plastic Jerry cans, overturning
Water tankers, shower units
Have been dismantled.
Yes, I have seen the future and it stinks.
These countries that preach about hating terrorism
supports such acts financially overturning basic rights
Strong statements without knowledge carry little value
look to the bright side where trust is lacking
Intelligence has next to no faith if used backwards
manipulating talks takes these shady turns to falsely accuse
The twisting of classified information brews with soaring energy costs
liars harbour ungodly thoughts towards the truth
rocketing prices drawing on borderlines
Power carries a huge human sacrifice to achieve its goal
bloodbaths feed the rich, it all boils down to creating fear
Politically working on people to accept mayhem
this deal signed incorrectly against peace proves one thing
sins are passed on with this false identity shaping justice
Acceptance seems to be the new tolerance ignored
tortured like dogs victims say evil will fall in the end
no good ways erode democratic views to hold council
Freedom of speech in its uniform is under attack
opinion under pubic scrutiny paints this horrid picture
where good is considered ugly for being honest
The true addiction in society today
let us begin unravelling this mystery
where the wants and needs to detach themselves from reality
many are caught believing lies to be true totally possessed by falsehood
trapped within this warped sense of security claiming they are right
Then again the human condition can be guilty of error at times
predators hate the truth overturning injustice lost within direction
exposing the depths of their souls at conflict caught inside a web
Defending such position stone cold ugliness with deceitful manners
turns face showing a bitter expression cursing facts as false
bad manners has no room for debate or even be logical for that matter
two sides to an opinion only one is factual
in the end you will own up to your sins
when loveless to the bone turns into ashes
Fighting a pandemic the last thing you need is debt
the poor are being destroyed to make way for the slave master
taking is all they are any good at lacking an ounce of charity
they are beggars those that support the culture of death wishing to destroy life
Here they are standing aloof on the backside of town
Here they are sitting on the bare, stricken ground
with strange smells filtering all around.
Smells that fill the atmosphere with an awful stench.
disgusting smells, horrible smells coalesce with
burning incense and perfume to conceal the terrible odor.
Here they are with their self made army
sipping a bottle of dry whiskey
weapon in hand trousers girt tight
ready and waiting to fight.
This night the north wind blows furiously through villages and
towns, tearing down barricade, overturning powerful trees
sending derbies flying as far as six feet in the air.
They stood and watch from a mutual spot
occasionally running for cover each time
the wind gets close to their border.
They waited anxiously for this night to cease but
the turbulence agitated them and kept them on their feet.
I saw them pacing back and forth unable to bare the
cold that penetrated their intoxicated soul.
Amidst the raging wind I obtained comfort from within,
I located a quite place in a hole where I could sing,
and hide away from the infuriated and vicious wind.
I meander away quietly in a deep sleep and later
appeared on an extensive stretch of fertile land.
There I was walking peacefully on this vast land
an immense land filled with mango trees
trees whose branches were laden with different species of mangos.
Among them were mango trees that were filled with blossom.
The blooming trees smiled at me with intense glory.
Green mangos of contrasting shapes and sizes hang humbly
from the encumbered branches creating a tranquil atmosphere.
I walked around composedly and admired their awesome beauty
and absorb the magnificent scenery that filtered beyond the land.
I faded slowly into day break and plunged into a harmonious atmosphere.
©2014 Christine Phillips
Unpopular is the truth to speak
it ain't vogue to be correct in manners
when tantrums have only one side in an invalid opinion
Let us cross the iced wasteland suffering fools
where frozen subjects refuse to obey natural law
certain agendas have a one way street under false morals
values have become the crushed servant overturning virtues
Chains attached to words addressing the altered egos
suggests something sinister at play
freedom no longer exists to have an honest debate
Liberty has suffered at the hands of democracy terrorists
to disagree with someone has now become an act of war
everything is considered as a sign of aggression
bad points at the good and calls them every phobia ugly
under the sun including racists because they won't owe up
This about tops it all to be polite and honest
a very narrow valley exists between two mountains
Bigots have too much to say between words of hate
racist from a far right wing corrupting the purity of perfection
their goal has finally began working for chaos
overturning basic human rights blacklisting certain virtues
Then unnaturally devaluing human life to suit an evil agenda
freedom of speech, still has a voice and opinion not yet shut down
The good doctors are getting persecuted wrongfully
for speaking the truth in their mind's eye
holding onto moral values identifying with caring
The justice system supports this injustice
it's an insult to knowledge and intelligence
to make an object of certain soul's purity
then condemn good for being bad
it's where love's concerned suffers fate
describing them as physically unclean
I'm no legal expert, I'm the first to say
Nor do I live in Israel, though I'm a citizen anyway
But it's hard to watch a proposal tear my country apart
So I'll write a few lines here, straight from my gut and my heart
What if Congress could overrule the US Supreme Court's every decision
It seems a surefire path toward unprecedented division
Imagine Roe vs. Wade subject to Congressional wrangling and supervision
The resultant laws, a recipe for chaos, scorn and derision *
So, that parallels what's been proposed in Israel's judicial revisions **
~ likened to an axe making the finest of incisions
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*With every change of power in Congress, (almost every election these
days), Roe vs. Wade would be revisited and redecided. Heaven help us!
**By a majority vote of Israel's Parliament (Knesset), Israeli Supreme
Court rulings could and would be overturned. (And with each shift in
the ruling majority's composition, a fresh round of overturning could
and would begin).
What theory unifies forces, weak, strong,
With gravity— also, to which belong
All the string theories of why and because?
To answer these queries, M-theory does.
Proponents aver it offers clarity
As to the issue of singularity.—
Where there’s a will there’s a way,
So they say…
In the beginning our universe sprang
From membranes colliding to cause a Big Bang…
Hence matter and energy stem from vibrations of strings seen by seers
In a music of spheres.
One mode of vibration, or ‘note’, makes the string an electron,
Another a photon…
And what of Higgs-boson?
There’s even a mode for the graviton, thought to have gravity’s force.
So vibrating strings would then be the source
To create tiny articles which we call
Elementary particles— one and all.
Dimensions— four plus compactified seven—
Equal a total that’s oddly eleven…
To wit, though string theories wound up at the tenth,
They had to add one more that’s odd to the nth.
Do we have enough sense or senses extended
To fathom those p-branes M-theory intended
And get to the bottom of hyper spacetime
In this super multiverse theory sublime?
What sounding vibration
Strange seeming sensation
Might set the strings strumming
Or maybe branes humming
Is something to ponder,
One’s whimsies to wander—
My mind like the wind evanescent can roam
O’er billowing waves and ineffable foam
With parallels plenty of our bubble home…
Thus I heard
M-theory’s word.
Albeit in physics there’s much knowledge base,
What waters of wisdom could ever embrace
Such cosmic curled places with hyperspace face?
Eerily far we’ve come to here
From bards’ illusions yesteryear—
When heavens would sing lullabies,
With moon and stars to harmonize
Midst luminescent light display
That might have been the Milky Way
Overturning all its jars
In a shower of shooting stars…
How flimsy, fleeting, and fragile life seems,
In our floating realm like a land of dreams!
Amen— let poets lyricize yet
Sweeter reveries lest we forget
Dearer wonders perchance of yore
From whilom membranes nevermore
Where earthlings gazed at clearer skies
With yonders nearer to our eyes,
In a once upon a time divine
P-brane world of auld langsyne…
– Harley White
Note: These "Freestyles Filed" are pieces quickly written, with a time limit for each line and no editing. Similar to freestyle raps but instead straight onto paper.
** FREESTYLES FILED ** 01 **
Multiple personalities flourish positively onto my paper,
Like vapor I sometimes try to escape and disappear,
But the glare from the light is near while my mind appears,
Steered by forces deployed to mend through what’s written by this pen,
Now my imagination is open to intuition,
Diminishing old ways that I don’t want to stay,
Hopefully I hope, because the only way is hard to play in this world wide monopoly,
Leaving properly is only done consciously while hearing divine rhymes that kiss the heart with awareness,
Knowing super bliss will never be achieved in this lifetime because of no collective oneness,
Put to rest beliefs like this, they miss the target so minds starve of what’s needed,
So read this over and over, understand most minds are frozen,
Unaware on cruise control with no actual higher movement,
Bent over with heads in the sand speaking unintelligent rants, small like ants,
Instead grow like a plant, exhale a breath and confess our perceptions have been dressed by the unaddressed,
Best known by their actions causing mess,
Everywhere in this game of chess blessed by upheaval of the devil,
Minds driven by devilish drives of desire that are opposite to higher learning,
Overturning false truths seeing actuality in a reality that acts like a virus,
I see this, live within this, understand this!
Quincy Mac
Date Written: 24.5.2016
corpses are awake
their graves overturning
collapsing in the quake.
hear! hear! the growl
the roar. The moan.
listen! listen! catch your heart.
listen! listen! hold your breathe.
smell! smell! the disgust of their cursed death!
smell! smell! the arrival of the unfed-
corpses are awake!
the church overturned
lapsing in its stealth.
fear! fear! the mole
the sow
the groan
for they move in every shape.
hasten! hasten! from the blight
hasten! hasten! else you foam.
trust not the wind nor the creak
distrust your shadow be it meek
for
our corpses are awake.