Best Ransack Poems
Have you ever woke up in a rush,
And realized you couldn’t see.
You look in your usual spots,
And think where could they be?
I always put them right here,
But where did I place them last night.
All I know is that it’s hard to find,
A pair of glasses with poor eyesight.
I have searched my entire room,
And my glasses are gone.
Now my cluttered room is a mess,
I must have slept with them on.
You throw stuff around and ransack
Possible locations in your head.
Then like nothing ever happened,
There they are right under the bed.
Mama Africa,
Land of my ancestors' birth;
Source of all mankind,
the once Shangri la of mother earth.
Stir up the spirit of the Mau-Mau in vibrato on the bongo.
Your ways are far higher than the crags of the Kilimanjaro.
Let the cry for freedom rides the winds of the Serengeti,
and the walls of segregation fall like confetti.
With careful utterances,
ransack the minds of the pig-headed souls.
Uhuru milele! Milele bure!
Adamantly, gluttons deprive her black gold.
In the villages, griots will invoke a new story.
Follow the way of the lion,
and watch out for the hyenas.
When the rivers are dry in Tanzania,
danger resides in the mud.
Remember; when liberty is threaten in Somalia,
freedom is written in blood.
Blood stained her crevices with love;
black sons’ and black daughters’ blood.
I ransack my mind…the blurred tale that cries
On hollow tracks scarcely finding life's way
The bleakest moans, the clearest views reprise--
A pounding shrill of angst which reels all day.
Though a prayerful night quietly drains,
Above, a communion with God remains.
From my confined walls, moonlight slowly bleeds
Ghastly this shadow grilling a leaked pen:
And yet, one flint from heaven’s star accedes
Endowing malaise its final amen.
Shall I grow weaker and perhaps forget
How double-edged illness comes with youth's rain?
Oh where I recline, next evening won't set
Dear moments when smiles are lucid again.
Here... tidal bowl with apples soon to fade
As breaths drop, pass through dusk’s advancing shade.
Contest of Craig Cornish:God Knows Where I Am
6/6/2017
Once there was an imeldific queen,
Who made the most terrific sin.
She did corruption with her three knights,
And turned their country to its darkest nights.
The three knights did money ransack,
And made poverty permanently locked.
They met at their own round table,
Unlike others their lives were stable.
Now the country discovers their corruption,
Everyone turns mad like a volcanic erruption.
They are now put on their distinctive dungeons,
And still their cages are under their manipulation.
The imeldific queen is placed with security,
While the oldest knight suddenly turns sickly.
The handsome knight says that he is innocent,
And the sexy knight says it is just an impediment.
Now the countrymen are seriously watching,
For them to have the tantamount suffering.
Though justice doesn't come quickly,
At least now they are suffering slowly.
Attila the Hun was a kindly old soul
He raped and plundered the land
With the aid of his murderous henchmen all
A truly psychotic man
The kind of man you'd like as a friend
If you love to ransack and pillage
Hitler was another of these murderous souls
Marauding each town and village
Need more of the likes of Benito Mussolini
Such honourable leaders all
But I harken back to Attila the Hun
His exploits leave me enthralled
May seem like I've tumbled over the edge
But I blame it on dear Eileen Ghali
She poked and prodded me into submission
Could no longer dilly and dally
© Jack Ellison 2013
Dedicated to my dear good friend Eileen Ghali!
Sir Henry Morgan, Welsh born
Wasn't a pirate but a privateer so it's shown
As he had a document from King Charles II
Authorising to attack enemy ships for gain
His most famous attack was on
Panama City in 1670., where he seized upon
Vast amounts of Gold.
Then captured Puerto Bello by overwhelming the garrison
This was a legendary attack
He agreed to leave the town not ransack
After receiving a handsome ransom.
Written about ever after this unbelievable luck
Although he had exceeded his commission
He returned a hero his likability was proven
he was given the title of
Pirate Lord of the Brethren Court so it's written
He stormed the Caribbean Coast attacking the Spanish fleet
Then going ashore and pillaging and ravishing, an easy feat
Looting the gold stored there and causing havoc
Always on the attack, never governed defeat
He fought one battle too many and
was captured in 1672 and transported to England
Where at his trial was able to prove his innocence.
he said he was but obeying the orders he had in his hand
Was acquitted sent back after being knighted
by King Charles II, he was delighted
when made Lieutenant Governor of Jamaica
Where he lived up to his name of being farsighted
From a humble beginning in Wales
Astounded people never fails
to wonder about this life he chose
To live his life attacking, plundering under sails
Penned 6 September 2015
Peace is though difficult
Yet not impossible to uphold,
All the kings of the states
Must remain self-concerned,
Without poking noses
Into the affairs of others,
Curbing cupidity
To expand the territories,
Subjugate the nations of the world,
Enforce the so-called personal visions,
And put the humanity
Into new-fangled trials.
All the weapons
Latest, conventional or primitive,
Precious or utterly worthless,
Nuclear or less potential
Made of common explosives,
Be spoiled,
Be thrown into the deep waters
Of the unexplored seas,
Wherefrom no devilish character
Could ransack them back.
When some is killed
Neither Hindu, nor Muslim,
Neither Christian nor Jew is killed,
But a man: a child of Adam and Eve,
The same red substance
Pours out of his injured ragged body,
And it pains me.
All the weapon producing units,
And the blood spattering gadgets:
The tanks and cannons,
Mortars or machines guns,
The armadas
With the squadrons of fighter-jets,
Submarines that navigate
Secretly chase the nautical targets,
Catapults and all the missiles launching frames,
Be thrown into furnaces
To be remodelled and redesigned
Into of the earth moving machinery,
Instead of the appliances
Colouring the Earth red.
All the medals or symbols
Of chivalry be taken back,
Combatants and men
With the crowned shoulders,
And medalled chests,
Who often move in the battle-fields
Puffed with the martial pride,
Imparting, rendering
No service to humanity
Be employed to plough the lands,
Plant the gardens,
Make the dams and reservoirs of water,
Feed the cattle and get them milked on time,
Engaged them
To perform some rewarding assignments.
Upon the earth,
There must not be a single
Blood-claiming weapon;
If men are incensed
And fight is unavoidable,
They must fight with knives and rapiers,
Swords and shields made of gossamer,
All the time heeding
Lest they should break;
And all inhabitants of the world
At least once a day must trim their nails,
Lest when they are indignant
And resentful should scratch
The skin of fellow beings or their own.
Form:
repugnant racist republican reviled - rickettsia re:itch ruler.
rapaciously ravaged revered reverential rubric.
radical ruthless renegade rapidly riotously rips rigged ramparts.
refrains retaining remnant redolent regal, resplendent rafters.
riches rudely rupture rooted rectified rights.
ruckus ricochets revenant reign.
ratified rattlebrained rules roil reductionism.
rumbustious rapscallions rollick; render ruinous ramifications.
rusty razor razing revenge rents reprisal.
rabid rectal rictus rotten rebrands re-calibrate.
rambunctious revolutionaries rejoice.
ruffians ride roughshod routing reigning royalty.
reiterate revetting robust recidivist rationality.
ride Rolls Royce relentlessly rendering rock ribbing.
riffraff raconteur raise reactionary response.
revisit rancorous restrictive redlined realigned rightward rivets.
robocop ridiculously rubber-stamped reorganization.
recalcitrant reactors release rapture.
rash Russian roulette reconnaissance raconteurs rack rubles.
red room reflects republican RNA.
rap risible rheumy ratiocinated rug-rats revoke righteous refulgent repertory.
rapier robed robbers ransack reliquary resounding retaliation.
retaliatory redcoat regnum reformation remembered.
Rudy robotically recoiling rapprochement
raison d'être rosily revered rifled relics raffled.
rookie raves ripe rackful rubenesque reliably ranked.
refulgent rotundity requisite requirement re: reappointment.
road-tested, roadworthy redeem reapportion routed role.
reprehensible reassignment rapidly recognizes response.
rife rampage removes respectability - respect.
responsible roused restitution refuted.
risky resultant reconnoitering runaway railroad reverberates rivalry.
reflexive ramrod reaction reconfirms redoubling ridding revitalization.
reconfiguration realpolitik reinstates repudiation
rebooting Roosevelt regime reconsidered.
requisition requires resilient reseeding republic.
regrettable riley roars remorseless ribbing.
rare recount restoring recondite renown reprobate Rapunzel.
Republican representatives rejoice reclaiming reins
registering retarded romantic remains
re: Rastafarian revered reliquary rests!
where bones are picked cleaned by talons crook's of raven-wives like steely ice-picks dripping of the Valkyries verb-thieves of morpheme drain the meaning through sunken wind-eyes of cloudy skulls in the sky the bearer of speech-figures forums of a Norman's-ransack shutting one's eye bare-shirts run away to rid hawk's ground of Kenna's-abode
yore's measure-tree nigher are's not having scrapes-inn but all are vital framers-anvil lost tropes of the metaphor this saga was shy not a peep from windows of the folk so now I must not cut but again write not to RE:WRITE so some can better see learning knew ways breaking yokes free verse at first but now a inquisitive rhyme Word meanings fly away through windows of time snatched by Harpy's torn from memory buried in the field of a long ago rhyme but digging deep you find teasures stolen by Valkyries like a grotesque pic surely strown by death's scythe arm loads of gold stored ready weapons for another warrior which in another time may be erased but not today hold the sword's wife writing again holding high and protecting the courier of the quarrier by word of scop not to stop but increase your scope
how many people in your life that have been murdered?
probably none
my grandfather was a war herp
coma tosed
to have his wife a cripple
so i could run away scrambling from bs people for the rest of my life
11 tragic deaths in my life,
my family and friends
and their family and friends dropping like flies
the bills sent for the ambulance ride
leave me wondering why did you even bother come
to pretend to save my life
to wake me up and send me out the door
without being able to thank the people who just kept me alive
4 suicides, and im the lucky one to survive mine
4 murders have taken place in my life
and three tragic accidents
i have no idea what it would belike to see my family smile
theyre all dead
nothing but bs people come to watch me cry
who dont know who i am
never talk to me
and have no time for someone like me
off i go back to the hospital for more poison
and brag about malpractice
my stomache that cant digest any thing without pain or discomfort
but hey off your meds i can finally achieve an ********
love music by the way
the terrorist psychological attack with my name on it
offering me reason after reason to cry
what do i need another excuse to hate you
the politicians i cant contact
the police force harassing me
breaking my door down to ransack
stalking me to hand out tickets
breaking my nose afer a hostage situation
and its the bs people who tell me
trying to kill myself was the right thing
the military doesn't care
but make things happen over night
love watching you walk around in your underwear
at my pity party to be happy for you
but im not
im jealous
i hate you for it
your bs people
like these poetry sites with no clue
nice poem huh?
what a read....
go die
maybe after i get crippled they will have the heart to shoot me
but i doubt it
been raped, and tortured, and drugged, and beat by police, and held hostage
to be cyber stalked and have my accounts compromised
off and on and off and on
for 13 years
go kill yourself
war pig loser nation
what do you want me to say?
i know why people drop bombs now
i truly do
put me in a tank
and suck my d ick
existance is my enemy anyway
i hope he quits bothering to live
screw you face book
and twitter is a terrorist organisation
go ask microsoft
Slowly our pride fades away
Like a smoke entwined with the air
Rots and decaying dreams
Sends waves of pity upon our soul.
We were drafted like soldiers-
Into the four walls of a classroom
Watching as our destiny was being decided by a system filled with avarice.
Oh! I would like to be a teacher
Or simply be a doctor.
I would like to be a lawyer
Or simply a farmer.
So we learnt the abc
And meant to see what failing could be.
Up the chain we moved
As time moved along with our being.
Then as we grew, reality wagged its tail at us.
And struggle called a bluff of our person.
How do we move along?
What if all we laboured for went wrong?
In this land the veil was lifted from our faces
As we watch the same system
Which has been the sole determiner of our fate
And our dreams became steam of vapour as we-
Take over the baton from where our parents left,
Running a race which we knew not the number of laps left.
We pledged our allegiance
To serve this great nation,
And give from our ration-
Those whom we can help survive this oppression.
As daylight turns night
And days matured into years
We watch as souls drift to a world beyond
And dreams die before the call of dawn.
We watch as our friends leave the shores of their fatherland-
And drop their allegiance for alien ones.
Now that we have grown
And ready to reap all we have sown,
Only to learn that all we laboured for really wasn't our own.
We have to serve a system
Filled with corrupt leaders
We were locked-up in class all these years
Only to be subdued with fear.
In a land of concocted dreams
Is just where we have been all along,
Singing ourselves sullen song
Watching thieves became heroes
And innocent men languish in jail.
In a land of concocted dreams
Hopelessness is just a plague
Ready to consume all elements of hope.
Chaos, murder and tribalism ransack our being
Stealing and oppression is an everyday thing.
You act like you’re all that -
gaining green when you rap,
but I say lines of utter crap
come from your verbal flap.
You lack and I can back that.
My slapjack, whapping facts
would not be rinsed with tact
since odds are a massive stack
of my fly responses so snap
they’ll waste yours to scrap.
You’ll bleed a need for a map
just to sense our distance gap.
I could secure a win wrap
in the deep sleep of a nap
with word whirls of pure blur
punching, crushing your rap,
maiming your able so unstable
it’s incapable to react transact
any how to track your ego back.
My hit of truth would impact
and sack your rap so abstract
that my heard word redact
would squish lisp yours compact,
then subtract, detract, refract
and ransack precisely exact
the trash you call a talent act.
So, go! Sate-debate my rap trait.
Nick Trim's 8 Mile Style Poetry Contest
March 16, 2018
Love is blind,
But it can see beyond what your eyes can do.
Love is everywhere,
But it only dwell in your being.
Practice makes perfect,
But nobody's perfect at all.
It can only make ineradicable things,
Out of those human imperfections.
First love never die,
Is there any immortal and imperishable being here on Earth?
Beauty is on the eye of the beholder,
So,is simplicity beauty?
Honesty is the best policy,
But no one do abide laws and jurisprudence.
Laughter is the best medicine,
But still cannot scab one's excruciation.
An apple a day makes the doctors away,
But too much will make you obese.
All problems have solutions,
But all solutions come with another problem
.
Life is too short,
But it's a long expedition of storms,
And a long ransack for conciliation.
Is 65 years too short?
Time is gold,
so,why do many people still exploit and excavate for it?
Time is limitless,
But still too many are supplicating for money.
Love is the greatest gift of all,
But, too much ardor will kill you,
For it is the most efficacious foe and rival,
And for it can make demonic sins when abused,
Health is wealth
And love is all we need
But, can love and health fed us when we are starving for food?
Or can they quench one's thirsty throat when begging for a drop of water?
Education is the solution,
So why am I acting like this?
I am schooled and nurtured,but still negating known lessons,
Making assumptions and syllogisms,
..........Making a PHILOSOPHER'S PHILOSOPHIES!
-----MY FIRST POEM IN THE SOUP CONTEST entry
Leaving banking, I am thinking about banking. When the red humour from the human system drains off, we irrigate the haematic fluid inside through vein-channels. ‘Blood Banks’ with sanguine loans come to our rescue. In cases of renal malfunction, we ransack kidney colonies for mercenary donors. Or don’t we eye greedily at the safest vaults for the bean-shaped organ - at the healthy kidneys inside the frames of our beloved ones? For grafting damaged skin, happily we become clients of ‘Skin Banks’. Those banks supply us with new apparel – bio-RMG, culled from the *****sapiens. In needs cellular, ‘Tissue Banks’ help us consummate the transaction. Aren’t ‘Eye Banks’ the last resort of the visually deprived or underprivileged ones? To cater to cerebral needs, there are ‘Brain Banks’. ‘DNA Data Banks’ through gene cartography help us circumnavigate the vast continents of bioinformatics. Oh that we only had a ‘Philanthropy Bank’ to supply us with liquefied humanity for intra-venous infusion into the sadistic, misanthropic minds!
My brother David met William Geris
A former head of state of Utopia
Having dinner in the city of Paris
They talked about big things
David had plans to run for the state Judiciary
So he discussed it with William Geris, He said
Go ahead David, for me that will be beneficiary
Play the music and let them dance to your tune
Get to the poor folks and promise them heaven on earth
Woo them with sweet words of a better tomorrow
Breaking the cycle of poverty and a prosperity rebirth
Promise them free education and free health care
You need to go to all the churches
Promise them every valley will be filled and every mountain made plain
You need to be charismatic to show you are ready for service
And don’t forget to say your long prayers
You need to hang out with the drug smuggling gangs
To really show you are one of them
Tell them to give you the chance to emancipate them from death pangs
And know well, they love to break laws and ransack state properties
You need to link up with Organization for Youth Ablaze (OYA)
“A Change you can see! A Change you can believe in!!”
Now that is what I call the ‘advertising phase’
Promise them of gargantuan jobs and scholarships
You also need to hung out with the financial gurus
A kind of ’Dating’ before Marriage
Sound it aloud, they are the ones with the clues
Cars-Yes! Gargantuan contracts-Yes! Meetings at some posh hotels-Yes!
Pull the wool over their eyes, indicting songs of hope and peace
But when you lose the election insists on a recount
A diversionary tactics of getting the opposition votes cease
“I’ll slap you so hard that your teeth will come off”
Mr. Geris is this what is on the ground, you call politics?
It looks like I will be a schoolboy fantasy and a sketch cartoon
David, my son most politicians have with them a bag of Poly-ticks
I call it the absurdity of the absurd Poly-tricks