Best Ravagers Poems
She has a pair of subtle eyes to brood in forlorn,
the vile tale of heart rending cacophonic dissolution.
Those eyes were meek, never crude
to yearn the ties of proximity longed!
Those meek adorable eyes have endured
the absolute phases of reckless decimation:
have witnessed the brutal armageddon
of its plunderers desolation,
who have thwarted her genial expectations!
She has those mystic musing eyes
to impulse in pensive disposition,
an amiable abode of assured assertion,
to recreate the invisible affable bonding of elation;
a placid reciprocating ambience of virtuous relation:
has flair for the protection, the care, the infallible affection,
despite, those hands' propensity for imprudent desolation!
Those pair of sober eyes longed to thrive in composure and attention; in delectation,never in aversion!
Oh! what a horrific sight, with the axes in the hands,
the slayers and usurpers of its tranquil serenity
are waiting like sordid savages for her dire extinction!
Her latent moistened eyes are witnessing the march of those executioners:
are sobbing in utter horror and dismay,
cursing and shrieking quietly her non kinetic endeavours,
to conserve the sacred entity in virgin forests; pristine,
from the unscrupulous callous ventures of the predators.
She has those whimpering eyes to foresight;
to remind the dire repercussions
of dereliction of reckless deviations;
Are wailing and mourning in utter seclusion,
the ceaseless thumps of the usurpers' annihilation.
Those Pair of Latent Eyes are Nature's Eyes, neither vague, nor obscured:
silently screeching and watching,
the relentless heedless ravagers' devastations,
Not yet any restoration, despite beseeching imploration,
needless to predict, will reveal in various manifestations!
Today I stopped waiting.
I had promised distance.
I never break promises,
but this time,
it was survival.
I ranted a little,
accused a lot,
a disgusting manipulation,
for I must sew the seed,
the opposite of love.
So I am cut off,
I am hated,
and I have totally lost,
control, happiness, warmth,
but I am levelled.
Today I weigh a bit less,
and I move a bit quicker.
This day I cease hiding
from myself
and the truth I denied.
I am free now,
and I will rebuild.
My house will be bigger,
than even back then,
and it will boast a great Master.
My heart is white today,
it's blackness is gone.
My will serves as a ticket
toward the long journey ahead,
destination is justified and fluid.
Those that leave you,
make you a larger vessel.
Once emptied it will hunger
to be filled to it's brim,
with a gorgeous golden meniscus.
Do not run, do not shield,
for it is a valorous goal.
To know the pain you risk
and the robbing of the time,
preluded by hope and satisfaction.
So thank the lovers in a moment of clarity,
thank the thieves of hearts and memories,
think of them as salient and sweet.
For you are enriched and unburdened,
and you are ready to admit the light.
Rage at the dark,
Rant at the ravagers of souls,
but welcome them to the stage.
For to master the act,
one must first master the rehearsal.
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
Little kids keenly hover round an anthill
held there by ant-motion individuality
or their helter-skelter movements as a family
~ for hours and hours on end
Pure joy and propensity
such unmatched intensity
~ happy as cats-caught-a-rabbit all day ...
Though the smile and the mess on the face
of a toddler eating ice cream and cake
is so open and toothy, for godness sake
~ not to mention the glee in his heart
But why compare? It's not fair
to mix up and confuse this fine pair
~ of acts of childlike mirth and amusement
When years pass
and we grow old,
our enthusiasm sold
to those twin ravagers
~ Time and Ill Health
There still is a way, a wonderful, wonderful way
for us to enjoy anthills and ice cream every day:
We can light up our Muse
Reignite our sleepy fuse
and pen ourselves a poem
~ What have we got to lose?
Ravagers of Poesy,
spear points of denial
Mongol hordes of fancied verse,
spewing dense and vile
Free words they herd together,
to drive toward a cliff
Trampled once they hit the ground
—by verbal hippogriffs
(Buffalo Jump-Sheridan Wyoming: July, 2019)
O' the fallen snow;
Mixed within temperatures bow;
They themselves shall enter in;
Deep amidst there is winter grins;
And unless they agree to submit;
From water to land commit
Ravagers all from breast to breast;
Tease the animals and forest birds that make nest;
Keepers sort polar ashes;
Horizontal glare dismissals clashes;
Brief ado present Ques;
Amidst the tulip flowers dew;
2/7/20
For STRAND no 670, any form, any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand