Best Rapacity Poems
Instead of percieving that the universe is conspiring against us, belief that the universe is working in our favor, brightens our perception
~Quote by Poet
We can transform rapacity by changing our beliefs and perceptions
Exploring our mind and body and by letting ourselves go—for instance
A room without books is like a body without a soul—positive words blanket
Keeping us covered with comfort, love, and hope, and teaches us to
Never stop from searching deeper on the path toward our better selves.
Each morning, I open my eyes, say to myself I have the power to make me
Stronger or weaker, this is because we are smarter than we think we are
Shusaku Endo said that every weakness contains within itself a strength
Your golden hair like Jason's fleece
Flows and streams, now disarrayed, yet neat
Waving as a banner at once to the beat
Yet with promise and rapacity so replete
How your eyes sparkle behind your lids
How they must glow and how they must flick
Flash when they open so wide and blue
Yet now closed, as fire trap't by flue
Your arms now lift, delicate fingers wave
To banish the world of monotony and pain
They so loose and murmuring true meaning
A life I view 'thout your simple, sweet reasoning
As you move, loose rapacious rampant glee
From a world of spirit - simplicity
Your hips they do sway, speak condemnation
Of all misery hereto, to which we seem hasten
Conniving voracious creature which harkens
Is banished and cast off, made but microcosm*
Leo, great lion is as nothing to your rhythm
Struck off as venality to your creation, your schism
The human so simple so caught up by miasma*
Is at once transfixed, in place, in paroxysm*
This viewer at once poised, caught up in his pride
Is now gravitating, and to thee I must slide
Knowest you how wonderfully you exemplify
What is contrast to left - so right
Nay but you don't, and such is thy grace
You dance so light-airy, make perfect this place
Shining hair and glowing eyes
Re-laxed posture, abandoned pride
All memory is cast away, aside
As you dance in beauty, perfection, arised.
* Microcosm - A world in miniature.
* Miasma - A noxious atmosphere or influence
* Paroxysm - A sudden attack or violent expression of a particular emotion or activity
*** The image here represented is supposed to be a girl dancing. Leo was a suitor of hers, rebuffed by the dancer, who enjoyed herself, while dancing alone to "It's a beautiful life," by Ace of Base
Thronged investors at the allotment bazaar
Large cap bearish
Scripts at fall.
Awaited ingenious and expertise capitalists
Then brought into
Scripts at down.
Mid Cap bullish
Scripts at rise
Wavered SENSEX
And small cap ingress
Gives the once over like a cliffhanger rise.
Beginners rapacity and analysts variegations
Former’s paucity and latter’s accrued funds.
Pulled blue chips
Superior position
And more towering price
Then again a new firm
Offering a bid price.
Broker’s commission and depositories dematerialization
Varied revenue
Over investors capitalization.
Inflation hikes and deflation brought down
Again a widespread decline in the GDP
Brought the whole market to pull down.
Analyst’s accrued funds and NIFTY’s superbia
Top thirties jackpots and investors allocations,
Sharply jerked down.
Brainsick market
And a quidity beer bar,
A full-time financial express
And the morning tea NDTV regular.
Beginners’ luck to fill the pot
And a period later
The crow sated the piggy bank pot.
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Rage is the revolution, the revolt, the uprising,
Rage is the mother of freedom,
The sprouting seed of change,
The raging wildfire, the upheaval,
The conflagration, the burning souls,
The injustice forced on any group,
Community, nation, faith, belief,
Rage is Jihad, the Crusade, the Inquisition,
The conflict between ideals, the mores and the morals,
Rage is Apartheid, Rage is Slavery, Rage is the Exodus,
Rage is the wrath of God
upon Sodom and Gomorrah,
Rage is the expulsion of Adam & Eve
from the Garden of Eden,
Rage is God’s Ten Commandments.
Rage is the fall of mighty Empires,
The fall of despots and dictators,
Their crimes against humanity and the genocide,
Rage is the campaign against their killings,
Raping, torturing, nepotism, corruption,
Rapacity, political repression, ethnic persecution,
Their tyranny and their extravagance—
Rage is the voice of a common man raising
the storm whenever bereft of all hopes and peace!
~03/02/15
~Subject: Rage
~"Pick a Subject" contest by Shadow Hamilton
Back in the mists of time
Were stories sung
Where minds in thrall by minstrels
Were held
With tales revealing
Viscerality and viciousness
The currency of glory and shame.
Who does not marvel at
Achilles's pride
A ruthless killing machine
Unforgiving
In his revenge
For his beloved Patroclus
And shrink
At the terrible price paid
By brave Hector
Before the sorrowing eyes
Of his aged parents
Therein we see the splendour
As well as the grimness
When foes collide
With his wiles does daredevil Odysseus
Charm us
And inventive ruses.
Yet what horrors,hardship
And heartache
Were his
As homecoming was in his heart
With Poseidon vowing vengeance
Pain,pleasure and punishment
He met
In equal measure
Before rescuing
His priceless pearl
Penelope
From the rapacity and greed
Of the craven suitors.
These were the gifts
To posterity
Handed down
By Homer.
From these twin tales
There grew
The exploits of pius Aeneas
Driven from his homeland
War stricken
Driven by destiny
To seek a new home.
At the behest of Caesar
Did Virgil fashion his verse
Plundering Homer
That his hero
Would personal glory
and pleasure abjure
In a self -denying ordinance
To meet duty's demands.
Such self-denial cost him
Dido
Deserted and distraught
And brought him
Into the depths of Hades
From where he rose
A new man
With a deeper mission
To grace the world
With its master race,
That destiny ordained from above.
And we as readers must choose
The tale that to our soul sings
Touching our humanity
Both starkly
And with the tight tenderness
Of truth.
A wakeful man riding
Constant terminal dusk
Coveting dawns glow
Conqueror of rapacity
Constructing his empire
Of gold and silvers avarice
Feigning his thrill of life
So spuriously rehearsed
In his eyes they are trivialities
Only now he sees the truth
In the darkness of his sepulcher
Surrounded by his useless wealth
I woke up to see such a ginormous granny.
I woke up to inhale the aroma of the gravy.
I woke up in a surrounding full of grouchy.
Though am little grumpy but am like a guppy.
I woke up in splushy bumpy.
Not realising the damnable bandy.
I woke up in an oblivious jollity not realising the grumpy.
I woke up in an obtruded home but full of jolly.
I woke up from a past of gaily to a present of gaiety.
I woke up in a palace full of golden plumy.
I woke up in a friendly planet not noticing the bumpy.
I woke up in a titanic not realising the pirates are in the suits of piracy.
I woke up in a house which was soo plasticky.
I woke up in rapacious atmosphere which has boost my rapacity.
I woke up in a state of rascal but never mind cos,is such a rarity.
I woke up in yunkee so dont expect me to be wishy -washy.
I woke up in a ginormous family that is too unwieldy.
O Death, how can I not resent it that
Your dire rapacity admits no bounds?
With no appeal… unmoved, an autocrat
Whose cruelty every human ill compounds,
And in the end all final hope confounds.
That you must come for me upsets me less
Than something much the harder to address:
For every friend and loved-one that you take,
My grief is all too potent to express,
And far too adamant to ever shake.
December 24, 2019
"How Death Has Affected Me" Dizain Contest
While I pretty much opined for this impeachment
my fellow Americans voted for this guy and they could be right
I’ve been wrong before, stuck as we are with a system
that generates some perplexful leaders, democracy being the worst form
of government—
except for all the others.
Anyone can be president, that’s been proven time and time again.
Wars can start for no discernible reason other than
radical purity, avarice, cupidity, gluttony, rapacity, even affluenza—
meanwhile life goes on outside all around you
perhaps you identify as Jewish, Latino, Muslim, Indian or Filipino
asexual, cybersexual, somasexual, hypersexual, homosexual, pentasexual
it doesn’t really matter, nothing butt matter matters, matter
content of life (serious, love it) hate death for the hell of it
to see what it’s like inside the heart of darkness.
Not that I accept their god, their void, I accepted humanity as a natural part
of nature
demisexual, downsexual, ecosexual, Eurosexual, eversexual, exsexual,
extrasexual, femtosexual, Francosexual, geosexual, gigasexual,
Grecosexual, Indosexual, intersexual, kilosexual, macrosexual,
malsexual, megasexual, metasexual, microsexual, missexual,
medisexual, mocksexual, monosexual, muchsexual, multisexual,
mustsexual, nearsexual, neosexual, nonsexual, oftsexual,
omnisexual, oversexual, pansexual, parasexual, partsexual,
photosexual, polysexual, postsexual, presexual, pseudosexual,
psychosexual, quasisexual, rentasexual, selfsexual, semisexual,
Sinosexual, subsexual, supersexual, telesexual, terrasexual,
ubersexual, ursexual, ultrasexual, undersexual, vicesexual,
weresexual, wikisexual, zoosexual.
When I did that I had to pay the rent and get a job, too.
As I inhale and thread between these paths of solitude,
Entities lay stranded ahead,
Begging to be noticed in a long standing feud,
To latch on and let its poison spread,
The First.
Appearing noble, exuding black smoke,
A boast of satisfaction deepened by desire,
Relentless to dominate as pleasures evoke,
Smouldering gratitude, engulfed in fire.
The Second.
Dragging a mountain of emptiness behind,
Fortified by durable rusty chains and locks,
Sight on rapacity with eyes that are blind,
As nothing immaterial shall conquer its thoughts.
The Third.
Baring contours with a swaying dance,
Hypnotising movements blowing kisses of ardour,
Exhibits provocatively in carnal trance,
Confuses the mind as body follows its order.
The Fourth.
The Green Cyclops stands tall, ever watching.
A poisonous strive to compete, ever haunting.
Such spite and discontent, a hunger ever-lasting,
Only striking on turned backs, always hunting.
The Fifth.
A blob, disgusting and vile,
Losing all connection to every part of its body,
Over-consuming poison by the piles,
Riddled in cancer. A diseased and sickly anatomy.
The Sixth.
A being emitting apathy,
Transparent like the wind, as still as a tombstone,
It's back the only bed. A captivity.
Failure still better than lethargy prone.
The Seventh.
Violent episodes of never-ending screams,
A rampant struggle to be release and unleash havoc,
A burning body with blood shot eyes that beam,
Transmitting a frenzied rage and a barbarous shock.
A I exhale this deep thought escaping isolation,
I was subjugated by empowering images so profound,
Crestfallen into oblivion of condoned condemnation,
As those oppressors are enforced all around.
THE MUSIC
Feel life's beating heart in rhythm,
Keeping pace with infinity's grace.
Gentle wonder, swift tides flow,
Beyond the rock of ages gospel.
Harmonies echoing symphony,
Spurs on.
Let it be a sounding heard,
Amongst,
Revelry's in the Almighty’s joy.
Taste inspirations melodic,
Flavors.
Savory destiny’s pleasures.
Wash mine soul,
Beneath waves rhythmic,
Undertow.
Blessings choir sings,
Harolding trumpets glory.
An everlasting flame burning,
Eloquence somber tones guide.
Generations future, cradled,
Within humanities,
Inner being, a shinning spark,
Ignites,
Illuminating imaginations,
Releasing limitless possibilities.
As musics lullabies plays,
Rapacity blues, a southern,
Comforting ensues.
Timeless lyrics dance, across,
Musical notes.
A dreamers ballad rings out,
Softness’s palate explodes,
In vibrancy array.
Expressionism's diversity reflects,
Tender moments calm.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Wye, 2 Konfabulation
Come folk; gather to my proboscis
And hark to my impending psychosis.
Tonight is December thirty-fust,
Something is about to bust.
\The clock is crouching, ready to pounce;
Of pity it'll not give an ounce.
This way comes rapacity, penury.
Duck, here comes another century.
President Olusegun Obasanjo- Atiku Abubakar
Promises of pardoned traitors
Reek like ancient regrets.
Exhibitions,
Steeped in rapacity.
Inured to light, they
Dominate blindly
Evoking the same air of oppression
Noteworthy of the days of yore.
Traitors in transit, trampling as they go.
Over us, they bellow.
Lording it, they rule
Under the guise of foreign dogmas,
Silence all demanding.
Egocentric beasts with rotund bellies
Gloats with our reserves.
Unaffected by the groaning of a people
Nestled in penury.
Our Overseers,
Behemoths, disguised,
Assiduously make us the
Shame of the whole world while
At perfect ease with themselves.
Neglecting the many sufferers about, they
Jostle for private vaults in Zurich as
Our poverty became their riches.
And the bespectacled gargoyle
Trenched in the prison called Rock.
Impervious to all wisdom,
Kept an unholy vigil as
Undertakers beckoned suddenly.
Archetypical simpletons, they
Bask in gaudy wealth
Untouched by the miseries surrounding them
Building high walls to keep prying eyes away.
Atop Hills, perched like Vultures,
Kleptocrat searching for new honour.
Aglow in oily garbs, they
Regale themselves, as the world looks on in amazement!
Just like blood oozing from a wound
Like water springing out of Chimanimani springs
My heart is bleeding
I got scared after seeing what they did
My heart is still beating faster
Like the traditional drums
Pum pum pum !!!
Just like the millet being pounded
Pounded by a black African woman
The horror still playing in my mind like drama
The whole scenery becoming more and more vivid
Their shining matchets they used
Cutting his body into little peices
As if they were cutting a chicken for supper
Not even caring their devilish act
What his mother was going to say or feel;
They never cared
Only their glutton they couldn't stop
Wanting more and more as if they were prostitutes
Resulting in a catastrophe
Because of their rapacity
Failing to quench their greediness
Disguising themselves as angels
Whilst hiding the blackness of their hearts
Taking away the innocent soul
Too young to die
Shattering all his future
The bright future that awaited him
It is now like a myth or fairytale
Once upon a time, he was with us
My heart is still bleeding and beating
Embryonic cells, part of bio-technology experiments
Failed becoming gnarled and mangled
They are warped and deformed
Looking like they came from a nightmare
Freaks of processed nature
Sadistic scientist seeing the beauty underneath the ugliness
Seeing promise of creating a mutant swarm
Dissecting the mystery of blood, organs, and bones
Soulless men of science discovering the origin
Twisted, demented devilish villains
Controlling the mindless beast born from their chambers
Intelligence, becoming gods, curse the world, making it yours
Rising up the design of ravagers
Provoking bloodthirsty savages
A master plan to satisfy your rapacity
Fools playing with mother earth
Creating a netherworld
Believing in your creations are misunderstood
Killing all that distain your position of power
Madmen sick and obsessed in the art of science
Awaking their malevolent creations