Best Repercussion Poems
Enticed
by feminine allure
my resistance
crumbles
like a house of cards.
On brief reflection
I contemplate
the repercussion
of total surrender
or hurried retreat.
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© 17th March 2018
Categories:
repercussion, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
Nature smiles in Spring
Pulls at our heart string
as greenery's hued in greener tinge
Having had an everlasting effect
on those evergreen trees.
Nature frowns in Autumn
gets all bored, pale and blue in the fall
Almost seems to sigh drily, wryly
Looks dull and drab
except for the windy breeze.
And this very mother nature
in full-blown winter
gives all the cold shoulder
Reveals her cold-hearted side
Could'st turn into a cold-blooded murderer
Even her nature lovers get cold feet
Besides, the winter sun is cold comfort .
A time for a A-tishoo in your tissue
a time for the noisy sneeze
Oh! Beware her icy glare, in the cold war
as she coerces all to freeze!
Ah, in summer, nature boils and goes into a 'heated debate'
What with the burning sun and its scorching torment
Ah, she can be hot-tempered this mother nature
But let the sweltered ones bathe in the seven seas
and opt for sundaes instead of steaming teas.
And if you really wish to see
mother nature fuming in fury
Behold it in thunderstorm and hurricane
You crouched safely behind the window pane
For she might storm at you quite violently
Watch out! She could get real stormy
Better stay out of her way at such times please!
And hee hee I do hope yah like
my seasoned seasonal pun
It's fine here to have
some fair weather fun
And take mom Nature's pic as she says cheese!
Yet the point here, she's created as are all mothers
implying God, not she herself could have made all of these
And so like all God's creatures who have free will
she's fallible and perhaps at times free to do as she please.
(Though some bad weather conditions can be due to human pollution in repercussion.)
Categories:
repercussion, muse, nature, seasons,
Form:
Tail-rhyme
Words For Those With No Voice
For every pair of shoes
All the burnt bones and woes
In the millions, in the mud
All died alone
Starving of food and having lost our souls
Our god abandoned us so
Mother father
Sister brother
Fuel for the Reich, we lay slaughtered
Some of us were saved
By those whose honor made them brave
We must salute them all, the bold and the dead
Even if we have only skeletons to mark their stead
Now that time has passed
There will be contests, it will be a blast
Who wins first? Who wins third?
The holocaust deserves no prize
Why must we die twice, this is absurd?
Honor me with a prayer
A poem
A moment of silence
A heart felt thought about humanity
Prose and verse, to remember the atrocities
This is the honor of men of a higher velocity
Never make a circus of the horrific gas chambers
A contest of who makes the horrors more real or titillating
Its not you the writer or the reader that feels
It’s us gassed and burned and buried with our id numbers
Asleep in the fields in slumber
Yellow stars fading away in silence, in tears
No grave markers to shout out of atrocious fears
The subtly of honor is lost on the crass
Maybe it’s them who should be buried under this grass
Notes:
I realize this is a delicate issue, I wrote this poem only because is of my opinion, that having a contest on such issues unless for specific venues, causes, etc. is somewhat tasteless. There is no right or wrong, this is simply by view or take on things and thus have expressed so via this poem. A contest implies a prize or reward even be it praise, and so to profit from so many peoples suffering, well I have explained why. However that being said, any expression or illustration dedicated to honoring and bringing to the light such atrocities, is a different issue.
That being said good intentions are just that, no matter how misguided they may be. We should be grateful we live where we are free to express our sentiments, feelings and beliefs, without fear of repercussion, and that by its very nature will mean many have diverse opinions and views on any issue.
Categories:
repercussion, allah, death, evil, holocaust,
Form:
Free verse
All you need is one word,
Erase just one word
from the minds of the people,
Rout out just one idea, one concept,
Eliminate 'Religion' from
the dictionary of mankind--
Man's stupendous and
gravest faux pas!
And, you'll see peace,
happiness, brotherhood;
There won't then be any infidels,
No gentiles, no heathens,
No pagans, no idol worshipers;
No racism, no hatred, no jihad,
No crusades, no inquisition,
No persecution, no repercussion.
No church, no mosque,
No temple, no synagogue,
No holy scriptures,
No words of God,
No places of pilgrimage,
No holy sites, no holy icons;
There won't be a pope or a priest,
Nor any saint or a swami,
No mullah, no imam,
No pundit or any rabbi.
No one to dupe you,
No one to lure you,
No Satan, no sin,
No guilty conscience,
No need for confession
No need for salvation;
And, what the hell,
There won't be any hell!
"I Can't Breathe" contest by Cyndi MacMillan
Categories:
repercussion, religion,
Form:
Free verse
A simple god so slender and symbolic
having a one way onslaught in his approach
and toiling with the master-class of the game
to revolutionize an entire country away from his.
He bastardized his inheritance of stiffness and a crunch system
To transmit the pleasure of a video game to a live coverage.
A believer of his approach, a missionary in his style,
legendary in his execution, but often blind to its short comings.
Going an entire season without a fault
and giving the possibility to travel cloud 49
makes his glory carry such schoolbag of mysteries and awe.
From the African prince of Monaco, to the great George Weah
and the Dennises, Thierrys, Vierras and Anelkas,
he converts a dusty wood into a luxurious boat.
Academy is his bedroom, ventilated by continuity
even though some megastars were short of understanding this.
Maintenance of a certain threshold even with half loaded guns
is very difficult to achieve and impossible to maintain
but not at all to this attacking minded General.
Spending a decade to shoot regions near the actual target
under the stuffiness of limitations both in finances and talents
shines the stadium light even in the darkness of his underachievement.
Prudence and a closed fist was his personality’s widget
b’cos glory on the pitch alone isn’t his mental gadget.
Placing a repercussion of a very stiff budget
and his command, downgraded so low to a midget.
All these because he’s carried the club like a personal object
placing the short sightedness of instant glories to an eject.
Stability in his empire is now a complete project
As his winning dominance was once a European subject.
He’s now back with an intimidation which will make opposition fidget.
Back to his rank, as he wears all the colours
rising in significance after all the hurdles
heart poured out to a club glorifies him beyond a mere coach,
the riches of such dedication influences the staff of his reputation,
winning and being a champion has always been his signature.
He has once again proven it,
as the world of sports stands still in ultimate salute.
Categories:
repercussion, identity, image, sports,
Form:
Ode
A VISIT TO THE DOCTOR
I had a bad cold,
And my throat was sore,
My husband told,
Me to go to the Doctor,
Before I got flu!
I made an appointment and was due,
To be seen at two o’clock.
I sat down next to a young man,
Who had the pock,
He was coughing and
Spluttering all over me,
Can’t you see,
Don’t you care,
Are you not aware,
That you’re spreading your germs,
All around this place,
He got up with a red face,
And sat on a chair at the back
Which fell as he sat for he was big,
And the chair had a crack!
As soon as he left, sat a lady,
She told me she had shingles,
Just to look at her gave me tingles.
I got up very concerned and ready
To take my next seat
I chose one whose occupant I didn’t suspect,
For physically I couldn’t detect,
Anything visible, she told me
She had swine flu,
And my flu vaccine was overdue!
I shot up and was ready to leave,
But the next patient was a toddler
Who seemed very shy, and I
Did not register,
That he seemed to have lumps
His Mom told me
Her youngster had mumps,
After he had sat on my knee,
And had a chew on my car-key!
I phoned my husband and told him,
That I had been in touch with a toddler,
With mumps,
I could immediately hear he fell down
In the dumps
For he had never had mumps,
And disliked the thought of getting
These lumps,
And of course any repercussion thereafter,
Would certainly not be a matter,
For laughter!
As I was about to leave,
A little girl arrived with measles,
Who repeatedly said
Mom I don’t like needles!
This was too much I was going home,
I opened my bag, and put back my phone.
We both thought it was certainly safer,
To go home and take a Corenza!
So if you get sick,
Try and get better on your own,
Or try to speak to your
Doctor on the phone,
For whatever it was I had,
If I’d stayed at the Doctor's rooms
I’d be sicker, sad
And feeling bad!
Categories:
repercussion, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
It has never been my intension
nor was it ever a bone of contention
to alter or disrupt the social convention
but now is the time to pay close attention
to the decline of the human condition
Responsibility rescinded creating moral decomposition
accountability abandoned causing legal repercussion
right and wrong are muddled in a malicious juxtaposition
public opposition has festered into social imperfection
the omission of tradition by politician’s redefinition
HEED THIS ADMONITION OR ARDENT APPREHENSION
SAGACIOUS SUSPICION AND PERSISTANT PREVENTION
Of the decommission of the Physician, Pediatrician
the Technician, and the Mathematician
and give this acquisition to those with no ambition
even those under suspicion of sedition
or held in detention without fear of restitution
This is the deception of the devolution
of the middle classification
and the total destruction
of American personification
praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
contest entry date - 7-24-15
written / post date - 3-20-15
Categories:
repercussion, allegory, assonance, betrayal, conflict,
Form:
Alliteration
Don't mess with anybody
And you'll be okay
From time to time I will write about lesson I've learned
And hopefully you'll learn from it
As I had wished that someone will do that for me
Anyway did you know that whatever measure
that you wish on somebody
is the measure you will get yourself?
If you wish bad, you will get bad
If you wish good, you will get good
It's not that I had wished ill on somebody
But just the thought is enough to send God
having me write this poem
Have I wished bad on somebody?
Let me see now
I am not a saint
But I think the few times I started
God was always the one to stop me in my track
Yes my friend
You cannot wish ill on anyone
As you know you don't have that authority
And you know you cannot make it happen anyway
(For those naughty ones out there)
But in turn it will be against you
We may say bad things
But unless we meant it
It does not have any repercussion against us
But once we mean it
It is a different story
That is why God always searches our heart
And see if we are true
True to the One who made us
True to the person He has made us to be
Luke 6:27-32 says "... Do good to those who hate you
Bless those who curse you..."
You got the idea
So don't turn around and wish something bad on them, okay?
It's a no no :)
Categories:
repercussion, faith,
Form:
Free verse
I see the broken smile, the frown hidden so good
Depression hitting it's hardest, who know that it would
Who knew that it could, destroy somebody's life so quick
Wreck a family, it stabbed like a knife so swift
And cut, the deepest wound but I'm here to heal
Let my words clean the dirt, and keep you real
That way you feel, it's not to late to just go back
Start with a clean drive, since you got hacked
And you got jacked, man I want you to feel loved
Not to feel buried, not to feel like we've given up
I'm know you're tired of being of tired, so take my energy
Take my laughter, take anything that enters me
The inner me, sees you and I see you for the truth
These are more than words spoken, these are words spoken to you
It's true, been with you 13 years and I know that you're lost
Let my words guide you back to your path, don't ever stop
I, know that its rough and it's hard to go through
The pain and repercussion telepathically knows you
But, try and rejoice with me just once again
I wanna know you like more than you are, a best friend [x2]
In deep thought, I look into your eyes and see nothing
Forget the repercussion of coming up, and just flunking
Let me fix your cerebellum, give balance to your thoughts
Let me make you whole again, let it be the lesson I thought
You used to walk around the house, full of depression
Mom's gone, our whole life dedicated to stressing
She's here, but it still seems like she is far away
Let it be a blessing meant to be blessed another day
The boot of life stomped hard, and you took full impact
Struggling to keep your job, with this weight on your back
You slacked, a tiny mistake but it did it's damage
Through all of the ups and downs, you've stayed strong and managed
A warrior in my eyes, because you stood up for the fight
You walked through the darkness, now I'm giving you light
You were right, no matter what happens it's okay
I'll see to it to repay you, before my lights fade
Categories:
repercussion, absence, beautiful, childhood, stress,
Form:
Rhyme
What is on your mind today?
A war without repercussion
Or the History of creationism
A birth without the pain or vivid stories
A wedding without the bride or groom
A young life cut down to soon.
A presidential race without any lies
A casket without a cadaver
Facebook with friends or backstabbers?
Cancer treatment without radiation
Recession without a long bailout
or wearing high heel with toes out
A week without snow or rain
Birthday wishes without leaving messages
Being so darn broke,
you are so ashamed
Your limp wallet smoke
Buy one get the other free
What up with that deal
When a man is ready to be faithful
Is he ready to accept his failures?
Is our lives based on Bollywood referrals act.
Isn’t that the true facts?
Categories:
repercussion, black african american, business,
Form:
Blank verse
I robbed a bank today
Suprisingly
I got away
The cops were just seconds behind
The money so much money
is mine
I cant believe
I pulled it off
Just a hoodie, bandana,
and a plastic gun airsoft
I told that teller
give it all to me
So scared
so frightened was she
put in the bag
stuff it nice and full
or I will be forced
to give this trigger a pull
Everyone stand down
not a single noise
I pulled it off
with stellar poise
As I left
I had goosebumps up my spine
I finished it like the movies
in record time
I got away I made it
no repercussion in sight
Until I was alone
that very same night
Couldn't stay out of the windows in my home
They showed my photo on the news
(I must be known)
What did I do
there is no turning back
Need to stuff this money
into my pack
Stuck constantly
looking over my shoulder
Life as I knew it
is completely over
Going to hit the road
see what I can find
The worry the guilt
racing through my mind
I thought I was successful
but the aftermath isn't fun
Wait this means
I am a FUGITIVE on the run
4/1/16
Categories:
repercussion, adventure,
Form:
Rhyme
FRIDAY, THE 13TH, IS IT AN ANATHEMA?
I, in the bad old days
When medicine derives
Its worth and effectiveness
In the wack-wack days
The herbal and their prayers used to drive away evil spirits.
Our great great grandparents
And our parents during the present times
Still these suppression of truth are pressed
For these beliefs
Which are tried to be repressed
But, somehow, is hard to demise.
But here’s the times when science gets bad
The best of alibi depend
On the number not at all on the figure
Just like their travails in life
Almost always point to an excuse
Because its Friday, the 13th (thirteenth).
Friday, the 13th (thirteenth)
Has become an omen and a superstition
Some sorts pull both their legs
To believe is not a disbelief their IQ is less
But if you heed and forego and the accident unmissed
You are lucky you followed the curse and you survived.
Whether Friday, the 13th is an anathema or a superstition
Its repercussion infused not on the imprecation
Would justify the warning or precaution
An advance knowledge is a wary information
The chronicler who set the calendar is not daydreaming
But he’s full of dumbness, indeed maybe a wisdom man!!
Categories:
repercussion, people
Form:
Narrative
Modernisation is hopping her repercussion
Modernisation is driving her civilisation
This is the safari; that brain the colony
The colossal obnoxious tenets of the West
Calling her to the deluding evacuation.
The edifice her architect had strictly structured
Who can dare to alter it?
Even on her own body and soul.
Variety upon variety, she want to put on
That is her whisper why, she mime the day.
A Bimbo! Mimicking the mockery of the West.
Who is barbaric in this case?
Reason! She revolt the reasoning
Focus! She resist the purpose
Loyal! She refuse the modesty.
Let her believe this one
That in her friction state
Her forward (will) never; her backward (will) ever.
Perhaps, she should recall this one
She need to behold
If she must to recount, in her world.
Categories:
repercussion, cowboy-western, family, father, father
Form:
Didactic
Unprecedented and unannounced
The sound out-hauls the band
The beat of corruption much allowed
Now in dual they posses the land
Who should the finger now highlight
The finger itself is bent and bet
White in the day but black at night
The unlucky hens now incur the rent
Hope appears to be mirage
The eyes of lake that much discharge
Who then can we behold
The more we shout the bold it grows
Prices are at high liaising with the sky
Suffering and cross but cozy for them
They think of vintage and never to die
Believing that good thirst will always be firm
Will the villain ever remain on top
And for how long will the poor ever remain a rung
The druse and lump are yet to slump
And the bliss of men is yet a song
How much more the afloating suppression
The tongue yet bridled
The voices silenced with cohesion
And When would impartiality ever be rekindled
The country is at quake
But the top is never at stake
Always rewarded for nothing but hooting
And never remanded for logging and looting
The world is round
And the earth is ground
What will the generation say
And who will the repercussion spare
Corruption
Or recession
In whom can we locate solution
To safeguard our dear generation
You have your own role
I have my own role
Endeavour to play your own part
In order to make an impact.
©Izunna Okafor 2017
Writer; poet, essayist, novelist, publicist, columnist, journalist and Igbo Language Activist.
08163938812
Categories:
repercussion, anger,
Form:
Free verse
LOVE ISN'T DEAD
On a scale of love's name
Where the road is broken
And cause heart aches,
Sweat and tears becomes my
Daily bread,
When will love be permanent
And sink into my blood?
As I write this night
After the death of my heart,
With an elegant chat to reassure
My love will eventually
Remain intact,
Love isn't dead like a bird
Who crosses the earth
And says she will never rest,
You pretend this is the best
So fear never exist in your hair.
I clear my face requesting for
Help
Love isn't dead,
If you don't lend and wait
For blessing to be persistent
Let us blend like the shell
over the snails head or
The chicks egg incubated under
The hen.
Love grows within lengths
As you protect and never pierce
Like the balloon who needs
Constant air plus care to never
Tear.
Please help my friend
She was once obsessed, presently
Has misplaced that lovely
Dress stitched without treads.
I sit to play into my gods tent
Why will love die?
Then tears becomes the repercussion
For this lonely girl.
It takes time to find that perfect
Crest
Open my heart and begin to
Search,
Days may stretch,
But the air will definitely
Bring him near
This only a solid bet,
Please just comprehend.
HABIB AKEWUSOLA
Categories:
repercussion, artheart, heart, love,
Form:
Ballade