Best Power Struggle Poems
Beneath kohl sky, the war of words rattles
As fierce lightning of his voice, my thunderous replies
Pour a lethal elixir, its venom malignant
Demanding a power struggle between forces,
On one tearing night which assaults the senses:
How whipping air deepens a rugged course
Where darkness gathers heightened energy;
Vicious as the gnaws of a charged torrent.
I saunter out to clear an overcast mind,
Breathing in the rain, the moist vapor
While my fingers raise high in soulful appeal
Until a dot of a star enters into my body...
Gradually, the storm passes by, as if
Nothing on the byway stirs a gory hour;
That in pure clarity, I open the kitchen door
And maybe, through divine intervention,
He embraces me in the middle of his vulnerability.
Perfect Storm Contest ---for Craig Cornish
10/4/2017
Line of inquiry:
“feeling not thinking, soul with love linking ~
we attained God consciousness unblinking”
There are times I'm torn between feeling and thought,
consciously aware of a dispute between mind and heart.
I become anxious when I realize there's a power struggle
and my doleful soul seeks a tranquil place to snuggle.
Somewhere deep inside of me where it's more docile
until my heart and mind call for a truce and reconcile.
Unfortunately, that's short-lived... a temporary thing.
Until again, they'll fight like pugilists in a boxing ring.
Rodin didn't sculpt The Thinker inside each human mind
but the psyche often chides the heart, "Love really is blind."
Divine, are those gifts God has so generously given to us
but they don't always come to terms, and it creates a fuss.
The heart yearns for love, the mind searches for a reason.
Scripture says the heart is treacherous and commits treason.
My mind stands guard, to prevent my heart from breaking
but despite the risk, my heart finds it worth the undertaking.
A logical mind weighs pros and cons, thinking pragmatically
Bah, cries a heart, "Life should be lived more romantically."
They grind on each other as if one a mortar, the other a pestle
And so, the mind and heart will continue to quibble and wrestle.
The soul always reappears when a modicum of peace holds fast
but the truce between heart and mind is destined never to last.
Although instrumental to a soul's well-being, they will disagree.
Mind rules a heart, or vice versa. Que sera sera. What will be will be.
We are at the center of a power struggle. We are centered. We have been cornered.
We are powerless, wireless, penny-less.
We are having a technological breakdown, meltdown.
What? Technology? Love this thing.
We are over loaded, downloaded, app-loaded.
We are so freaking viral. We are part of a wild feed.
We are remote controled.
Keeping up with the Jones's is killing the true American dream.
This is the American nightmare.
We are breeding superficial children. Welcome to the age of superficiality.
We are frequently asked questions.
I lay my vengeance upon thee 25 17
Forever is a long God damn time
If I'm going to love then am I not commiting a crime
Something gruesome so madly insane that even my mother would hate the very sight of me sublime
Evil lurks in everyone of us and moments of insanity keep the brain ticking and tocking while the devil designs
To think of stabbing a man or a woman and watch blood pour out of them no mistaking in their death was your fault and your soul becomes ruined and dark even putrid slime
Madness I have seen with these two eyes as humans have an instinct to be killed or kill this is how the world defines
Why to destroy brings so much pleasure and power to armies and countries watch as the play taking innocent but inconsequential minds
You believe that conspiracy cannot corrupt the many but many caused this virus into our lives to end a power struggle between the haves and have nots does it feel pointless to go to work when we are slaves of no love of reason or rhymes .
PUNGENTLY POIGNANT (STRONG & EMOTIONAL)
I am from the Mississippi Delta where cotton use to grow.
I am a codified bonified mind that way sets the flow.
When Hurricane Katrina hit, the vibes of so-called power were felt.
Crossing the Mississippi River was a manifold shown.
I went to the North to discover self.
I gain knowledge and intellect.
They say the ways of the oppressed man was embedded by King, Jr.
Who went to West to learn Gandhi’s concept!
Oprah Winfrey visited his slums.
Where she was greeted as a great one.
She walked through the City at night.
Gaining her insight as sums of sums.
You see the Northern region of the U.S. desires the prophecy that man bought via
enslavement.
The time of servitude and bondage.
Today the power struggle cover is iniquity.
A paved path of emplacement is the European man statement.
X marks my footsteps said 101 Black Man of the Delta President.
He is a statue of political etiquette.
He hides behind a culture of low-downiness.
He broadens my world as the bawdiest *****.
We all family out.
What do we talk about?
The systematic discrimination happening in our lives.
To conclude, family and friends is how we socialize.
If you want to know how this lineup.
I will see you in stance as a home front hand-cuffed.
Get your house in order.
Your blood does not provide a hidden culture of defiance.
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Penned 02/21/2015!
Kong winter resolve his power struggle to live a little longer
Cold soil protects wild modest tiny flowers
March deserve tribute by an dignified pen
A soothing voice whisper in dew wet morning sun
When Spring youthful glory revitalises
With blessed glow in brilliant charm
A soft mother breast for all to be born again
Nature pregnancies seeds of life
Spring unveiled with a colorful smile
We go brighter times ahead, wakes up from beauty sleep
Princess Spring I feel lucky and almighty
01.03.2016
A-L Andresen :)
the quay is where he sat.
deep in thought, he speaks out.
“my money is my clout.”
he rise and walks.
the quayside beacons him.
the pelicans he hears.
he ponders his past years.
the muse was sent.
his journey to pier lands;
he sits to disembark.
the singing of the larks
brings deep thinking.
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PENNED ON JULY 08, 2014!
Truth - Justice - Trust
Three players around a bridge table
move their pieces on the game board,
all the Squares are Red
from blood spilled by making the wrong move,
for believing the lies of a worthy opponent called Truth
eyes that lie - lies of a spy - all rolling the same die -
power struggle to control the outcome of the game
first over the wall and across the bridge wins.
Roll the dice if you dare take the chance of making the wrong move.
What is the risk if the rules of the game keep changing?
Justice cheats but Justice is blind; not to the strategy of opponents.
Truth lies and Trust can't be trusted to tell the truth.
Pretense and subterfuge
Three players around the bridge table. Who holds the winning piece?
Will Trust be the loser if he's caught in the middle?
If he believes Truth and Justice he should be called Gullible.
Blowing up the bridge table would put an end to Trust
an end to the game - of the world? Liberty does have a price.
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2/24/16 Pick a Theme Contest: Craig Cornish
TO SEEK KNOWLEDGE
To thine own self be true.
Why am I here?
From where did I come?
The mighty will fall.
What is the measure of a man?
What is a power struggle?
I am an aftermath of Civil Rights time.
What happen during Civil Rights time?
What was the Civil Rights Movement?
A fight for social justice is a fight against social injustice.
Why am I here?
From where did I come?
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Motif: Truth
I used to move as fast as cars
runways built in space and mars.
I would dart as far as I could trace
the words moving off the chart
Every other sound that rhymes
Feels like argh, I paint a corner squiggle
argh, I’m bankrupt, gridlocked power struggle
argh no way out of a jigsaw puzzle
Stopped and bound, inside my head
as round as this machine could bleed
My life into moving tree -
BANG! Bark and Fire Stark!
I awake inside a maze
Forest lost to the barren dark
Mixing things that didn’t mix
Stories I couldn't fix,
I felt a apart
I couldn’t even paint an argh
no where left but something leapt
Silent meaning had effect
Movement kept me on a stretch
where rhymes were just erect -
waving signs above my head,
hard and fixed, solid bricks
I really wanted sounds and tricks,
clever tips and catchy bits
songs that keep me in a fix
Kungfu, water, flowing bliss
Then words fell off the page again
I was back it didn’t matter
rhymes could be like fish batter
but narrative was fatter!
Recently, I thought upon the story of Jesus and his disciples having their Last Supper together. I considered the fact that there were few food items with which to part take. Or were there? For example, just to name a few, there was the bread, the water, and the wine; there seems to be no record of any other foods present. Or were there? There were other types of non physical food items present; the kind that does not enter via the mouth. For example, love, tenderness, and compassion were very present. Should I even mention that there was The Presence of The Almighty God wrapped in human flesh and speaking of how much he appreciated having a meal with his disciples?
Moreover, there was also selfishness with a topping of desires to be the greatest. There was a 'power struggle' between his disciples at the divine table of God. There was the 'love of money' saturated with greed; and so obvious to everyone, there was an overflowing of over confidence and down right cockiness.
'Servant hood', although not a very desirable and tasty item, was also a highly present entree. It moves me to tears to think upon the vast menu and entree at God's table. However, I am forced to choose only one entree for this Divine purpose. My taste buds gravitate toward 'the entree of service'. I must confess that this taste bud is not a 'natural one', but one obtained by observing the "Master Server" who said, "I am among you as one who serves". Lk. 22:7
We are programed by nature with a desire to be served. A baby is born with an attitude that does not ask, "May I help you please?" On the contrary, it seems to come with a list of demands like, "I want food, and I want it now!" Nothing is wrong with the baby. It's just the way we are born into this world.
Let me suggest that when we gather as family and friends for dinner this Easter, let there be something on the table more than ham and roast and a host of other delicious foods. let's open our spiritual eyes a little bit wider. I think that we will notice the Christ, not only serving up the 'Bread of Life" and saying, "Let Me Serve You", but He would be inviting us to join him in 'serving one another'.
04152017 cj PS
The world is spinning so fast that time doesnt have a chance to render its mercy.
The uncertainty of truth is at arms length, what we can not observe or measure does not exsist. The construct of reality assumes its never ending assault on global consciousness and unity in its entirety. What we observe and what we don't observe
can be applicable as well as impliable. Time and space can lead you anywhere and anywhen. We can confirm that in this life man has harnessed enough knowledge to destroy the world and that we are at the mercy of an unstabled power struggle. If knowledge is power who can harness the power if no one knows it all? If we are all a part of this world and in unity with the universe how do we control our own actions? To control my actions is to control the actions of others for we are one, is this part of deception or part of the truth? Is it truth that "out of chaos comes order"? Is it because of this very statement that man creates chaos to gain control? Is it truth that what we dont observe we also change? Was knowledge the original sin or is knowledge the truth? Is there such a thing as negative knowledge? The questions that tear at the very fabric that hold time and space together are the questions that will damn us all to hell.
P erpetual
O ver reaching
W here
E xtreme levels
R eward
S ustained
T errestrial
R esponsibilities
U under the
G eneral BELIEF of
G overning fairly and
L etting less fortunate
E xtract benefits UNDER appropriate circumstances
Consider
the Chimpansee,
are we from them ? I
wonder, these,
This one is smart
and can use tools,
Our elder caveman,
murderers, rules,
The cannibals from
the trees?
They kill in battle
other Chimps,
And eat an enemy
dead an limp,
Jungle rules are
these,
Invested with spirit
man,
A lonesome spirit in
command,
The conscience part
2 understand?
A spirit & the gimp,
Who controls the
wimp,
Monkey power & a
wimpy spirit grand,
Power struggle by
passion damned,
Foul murder, angers
quilt,?
Psychiatrist may
wilt,
If its just a monkey
, grand!
Weak spirit, feet of
sand!
Don Johnson
Edgar Cayce said we
took over the bodies
of animals when when
we arrived here on
the planet in spirit
form...it was fun to
try out different
Animals and
birds...stay in the
body too long and
harden in and wait
for the Animal to
die...simply
Possession....
Politics
Activities associated with
The governance of a country
As simple as
The administration of an organisation
But there is always power struggle
And greed for wealth
Politics become unusual
Because of power struggle
And greed for wealth
A sordid affair indeed
Conspiracy, canvassing
Scandal and bribery
All make things complex
And bring great sorrow to the people
Who are ignorant and innocent
Sometimes
We should blame the politicians
But not the political ideology