Best Seige Poems
I've still not healed from you
You're in my blood, my veins
You've seeped in every pore of me
A plague upon my brain
You make me hot like fever
I sweat, my body aches
Lose air when I am close to you
How much sickness can I take
I'm infected with this passion
Desire like disease
It lives in every cell of me
My body's under seige
This carnal need is savage
It's eating me alive
I have to touch you, feel you
Or else I cant survive
There has to be an antidote
A treatment, remedy
To cure this lustful sickness
That's taken over me
I need to search, to find it
And make this go away
I'm so weakened by the wanting
I'm temptation''s easy prey
Categories:
seige, angst, conflict, desire, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Whispers in my head I hear it all so clearly
Negativity in my brain bordering on weary
Enemy caught me when I was very weak
Tortured me for the treasure that they sought to seek
Vigil I remained though I admit that they were close
To destroying what I had that was saving me the most
Then I remember in that moment that I am stronger than I think
So I started focusing on the other side of the chain link
It keeps me strong it keeps me sane
It keeps me going it keeps me trained
And so the enemy caught me but I got out of their trap
Now I know where they're hiding I got them marked on my map
You'd think that I'd call out the troops and take them by seige
Arrest them detain them and make them my liege
Treat them like dirt torture and maim
Paybacks a and all for my pain
But thats not how I roll for if I did I'd be them
Blood on my hands brazen in sin.
Categories:
seige, deep, mental illness, prison,
Form:
Rhyme
white balloon of pulse beats
its sluggish hops on March land
matted with half melted snow
freed from a nearby high rise balcony
cut from its red and blue compatriots
still hooked onto the railing
a matter of strings becoming frayed
small white blimp
reacting to a wind that means much less to others
unsettling to think it can't find its mooring
its bustable skin
flimsy
like the shallow breath of an aged sleeper
how long before it flees to some kind of shelter
small white balloon
soon to be picked up as litter
bouncing in its frailty
blow by blow
a swivel from side to side
and always
its sense of being under seige
Categories:
seige, allegory, allusion, endurance, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
In that meteoric moment
she exhibited eternal qualities of wonderfully wrought womanhood,
calm,disciplined and candid,
adorned with few distinctions from the rest behind her
the loving leadership was projected in painstaking posture,
brutal perfection,a suffering of diligence amounting to total serenity,
she being a gem amongst stones,
for inexperience a cure,
synchronicity simple & symetrical like ripples in a river,
the troupe twirls & turns as leaves whirl gingerly in pools of water livid,
their torsos taut like trunks of young & vital trees,faces flowers,
brilliant when in cold morning view,
hands impossibly curved on extended arms,hearts placid,
without looking the dancers drape their faith
upon the integrity of her warm luminosity,
the lead lioness quietly commands their orbiting obeisance,
in her hushing eyes the sparkle of a rich race communicates confection
to the contemplative congregation,
she is a Godess in the midst of nymphs,
something dangerous,calamitous,manifested mutely in the expression
of a posterior dancer
whom strangely stares at the back & soul of the leading lady in stance,
this suggestive & supportive figure embodying dispassionate envy,
strategically laying seige
to the gloriously innocent leader of this cultural romance,
a reminder reminiscent of Eve's two children
in the forgotten fields of antiquity
where success was hunted savagely by the weakness
inherent amid imps -
This poem is premised upon a photograph of a traditional Cambodian dance troupe -
J.A.B.
Categories:
seige, angst, integrity,
Form:
Didactic
Ask a swallow why he nests
below the edge where daylight shuns
catching insects sheriffs fail to warn blue
doctrines stones emit the scent between
evisceral guardians thoughts intact
feign judgements eliptical repast upon our
gains as men can see the folly laws oblige your
honor swears red moon's deputy witheld
injustice paints in swooping arcs such grace
joins legions far from rivers flowing seige
kaleidoscope of councils sit both foreign prisms
lakes reflect I've said it twice so shall love be
more begotten fires rampage incessant burning
naught said I who danced in darkness lies
of so called yet named by masters travelled time
police strike fear where unborn truths remain the
quest is real but never seen your eyes are closed
requires the writ belies our rights that beings
swept in neon ads for latex lives beknownst
to none arrested by the thought germander sage
until found essence herbal strength respects the
valiant of thee... tree, barn or cliff set free patterns
winds of destiny abide in spirits eternity make
xylons play majestically forever peace may humble
yawn, the sheriff and the swallow find forever
zeitgeist pond
11/19/14
© james marshall goff
Categories:
seige, beautiful,
Form:
Abecedarian
There are circumstances in life
that frighten people from finding new thresholds
as the random footstep trepidates the mellow rabbit,
the immense,monumental,momentous achievements of our lives
oft commence with common & innocuous prevails
over mild and trite tribulations,
impulsions,risks,spontenieaties
are the instruments of the gallant,
the anxiety of the meek,and the ruin of the impetuous,
as discretion is the anvil of Justice,
the sage & accomplished do not seek out the epic
because they are well tempered like the hammer of Justice,
the courageously wise kiss the epic twist,
the tough,tenacious & triumphant need the epic
like stars require the dark for shine,
a castle without seige is just a large lonely home,
epic provides aspirations,
epic emotions, epic companionships, epic animosities
throw us into pits of peril and the satisfaction of survival,
inspiration,creation are Godsends not habbit,
epic pain, epic joy, epic heartache & hardship, epic strength
are the fruits of the lightning struck tree,
let the crows,and eagles rest on thee, golden habitat,
adore epic dreams, epic fidelity, epic failure and epic resuscitations,
heed the sqwuak of the shy scavangers
who mock,jeer & hide from epic presentations,
let your Soul require epic strain,stress and salvation,
without Epic there is only starving eagerness for existence
which will grind spirit upon stone of pumice -
J.A.B.
Categories:
seige, hope,
Form:
Didactic
Christians are taking America by seige;
Not by humbling ourselves and falling on our knees.
By getting angry with the government and holding a grudge;
Forgetting that the government is on God's shoulder and He is the Most High Judge.
Though not real Christians;
They just use God's name;
And they try to bring it to a terrible shame.
Who got the thought, what gave you the notion;
That you could kill a doctor, blow up an abortion clinic,
And this would stop abortions.
If we want to take a nation and turn it around,
Then we must go to our praying ground.
For we are the ones who are called by God's name;
And through our prayers a nation will be brought to change.
God will hear from Heaven and forgive our sins,
And heal this land from end to end.
If My people who are called by My name;
Will humble themselves, seek My face and pray.
Then will I hear from Heaven;
And heal this land today.
II Chronicles 7:14
Categories:
seige, anger, faith, inspirational, prayer,
Form:
Rhyme
The Queen's henchmen penetrate professionally the porous perimeter,
as a Phyrric victory I pacified your Lady's legion,
for both in the open,like charriots missing riders,decentralized command,the measure,
I, like you maneuver behind the superior shelter of Praetorian's protection,
Levy the lurid seige upon my country's citadel as incensed infidels do,
your cantankerous catapaults wasting pawns like pebbles punched by a storming sea,
an officer sacraficed sardonically, intrepidly,
so to decimate the dormant foots encumbering you,
audacious as an angered asp the timely tactic was,will it hasten your demise to me?
Mandatory machinations amongst this moonlight morass,palpable being Death's caress,
a zephyer like a frosty scythe grazes gingerly our anxious eyes,
tethering the still strategy of mens' mentation,
advancing positions predicted but unproven, an apocolyptic inevitability provoked,
fostering inclement suspense,
justice is now beyond principle,virtue survives only on victor's blade,
incantations made in fire for fear's sublimation,
The common denominator of this prommenade of predation is relentless domination,
manipulating the opposition,perception taunted and haunted
as the fox dictates the chimerical chase,
a vermillion heartbeat,virulent,lucious,with a thin hum of vincibility
lures you to na spot of fragile dominion,
divided forces tend to scream like burning forest
when ambushed along trails of a tedious pace,
When the harp chords chortle tears of tucker from a skulless head,recall with dire dignity
that you were vanquished in strong purpose,
the memory of your egregious exploits will depend on the degree of quater
afforded by my soveriegnty
given to this proud harem of prospective sybils
rescued by a king's necessary nemesis,
J.A.B. - Part Three -
Categories:
seige, war,
Form:
Epic
So we cross this threshold of war as awful friends in freefall,
and with these trumpets and drums shaking the graves
of ancient days we bring forth instruments of death's call
through our very own homeland where the music of valor plays,
songs, poems and parades are already being written in the pulse of the people,
only the names of the victors and vanquished remain unknown,
yet both will be Roman, both will bleed, and both will reveal their soul's steel,
pallisades, seige towers and ballistas of big stones thrown
from town to town, from Arminium, Corfinium and to the Bay of Brundisium
the Italians of Rome have said to the Legions of Caesar save our home
seek no throne, carry not a crown, show the world that cruelty can be outdone
scourge the vile with the virtue of Clementia, make the Senate atone,
make not widows of Rome's daughters nor orphans of the innocent
bring a heartbeat of holiness back to these halls and hills where peace has been absent,
Bring a heartbeat of holiness back to these halls and hills where peace has been absent,
you've heard these honest entreaties and endearments
from mothers and elders, citizens, priests and from the militant,
we are not men who march on dreams,
we have not marched into Greece to starve and grovel
under the ritual yoke of this pseudo Republican army
headed by an overhyped hothead acting under an upper class spell,
I believe we were born to be on this battlefield's history,
we are inspired by unequalled Evocati leadership
veterans venomous in brute brilliance,
they have a myriad of mercenaries whose cause is only for coin on the hip
they outnumber us 6 to 1 on horse and 2 to 1 in the lines
most of Pompey's Legates have learned warfare from talk and books,
we've been taught the terror of triumph from where the heart looks...
J.A.B.
Categories:
seige, history,
Form:
Crown of Sonnets
Unlock your sorrowful tears,
Let them flow Like a raging river.
From the depths of your being
howl Like a wolfcub who has been
Abandoned by his pack.
Ask for the comfort you will
need in all the days to come.
Keep your expression of sorrow
with you as Long as you need to grieve.
It will bend of it's own
accord when you are finished.
Allow yourself the unhindered crying
your soul will require to heal.
To make sense of things, grasp your
spirituality as a way of sailing
far far away from the utter
horror of it all.
Do not try to push those tears aside,
as your pain and suffering is meaningful,
Though it does not feel that way now...
Take their photo's from your wallets
and display them at will,
with awesome Love and abundant pride.
Take them out as need be
and shower them with tears and memories.
I promise you, it will validate
their very existance.
Know that the very waters of your
faith will certainly be tested.
Also know that this too shall pass.
Your pain will remain forever but
your faith will return tenfold.
Allow the Light to pass over your
darkness and believe that one day
There will be healing.
If you can find the strength within,
you must allow for access back into
Your hearts, for one day you will
feel entitled to open the gates that
have held you under seige.
Because grief will never Leave you
where it finds you...
Categories:
seige, life, loss, sad, school,
Form:
Elegy
Martin Luther King was a great man
Asking all humans to relate to his plan
Realizing all men are created the same
This was his quest,not looking for fame
In his lifetime great strides were made
New ideas formed as old ideas fade
Little did he care for his own well being
Under seige often yet he was all-seeing
Taking the heat for what he believed
He was outspoken yet well received
Equality his lifes work ,his dream for all men
Readily gave that speech time and again
King had a conscience and used it for good
In the end we all knew for what he stood
Now we honor his life on this day
Great is his legacy for paving the way
Categories:
seige, black african american, history
Form:
Acrostic
You dont have to be moved,
we are already in a revolution
A different kind, one where futures are decided on couches in front of the television.
One which undoes it all
Implanting the seeds that usurp
men and women; both old and young along with their hot blooded ideals.
I make a imaginery toast to a time when we raised fists in unison.
While I watch in much intrigue and an impending sense of horror,
a tide wiping the minds of the free of all that is red
With the sterility of modern celluloid fiction.
The profane fantasies consisting of comic book superheroes fighting crime.
Morphed, rudimentary ideas of justice.
Just another vulgar display of neo liberal superficiality.
Meanwhile my mind wanders far away
To the remote and torrid jungles of nowhere
My comrade mothers her child
who is to be weaned off of her bossom,
It Blissfully titters at the breathtaking landscape now under seige.
As she cuddles her child, her eyes peer into the vastness.
Her heroes are dead, but not her resilience.
Categories:
seige, anger, angst, loss, political,
Form:
Ode
Dreary Days
Mid-day, damp and dreary
In an unrelenting seige,
Impails hopes of cheery
Thoughts, that chill within it's breeze!
No help seen for my plight--
Of fruitless aquisition!
The sun has taken flight!
And left a pale rendition.
~deborah burch
4/28/2012
Categories:
seige, allegory, angst, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
To western seige we're a stooge
Dancing like drunkards in deluge
We sow our seeds in centrifuge.
What race gladly ruins her refuge?
Free souls strolling behind bars
Brave recruits scared of scars
Fragrant flowers staring at the stars.
Is this who we really are?
Running after the beauty behind us
We forget the bliss before us
Only to find fantasy within us.
Will this forever be our focus?
Dignity drowns in our political pool
Sincerity is scam in new school
Wisdom is sourced from cesspool.
Is criminality the new cool?
Is this just my imagination
or the image of my nation?
Categories:
seige, africa, analogy, faith, fantasy,
Form:
Sonnet
Dismiss it, erase it from memory
let it wash away like a river and a waterfall
but the question still hanging in the air
like the air going into a balloon until it pops: Why
There is no announcement, just stoic silence, speechless
a moment for a sneak attack and another to provoke a reaction
The face of evil, the face of disgust, the face bearing all the hate I can muster
the menace who plotted destruction, the menace who threatened to kill the coward to cause immense grief appeared like a ghost yet tangible
but nothing occurred, nothing happened
not a fight, not a war of words, not a fiery explosion
just a heavy weighted stare and a long exhaled breath signifying a stalemate
The rage, justified rage and hate admittingly raised a red flag
but with a shake of the head, it was solemnly dismissed
like I turned out to be the better man, false
The will to unleash a barrage of heavy weighted fists and words like boulders
still consumes the muscles clenching but yet...
would it really matter in the end, an epiphany? possibly
though the issue is like a hurricane lying in wait
to lay seige to the happiness Anastasia desperately wants me to obtain
one I slowly want to sink in...
Anastasia...the touch of her lips still feels as if I've fallen into slumber upon a cloud...
The fight in me, drained like water in a sink
The struggle to remain a tank, subsided; I am but a man once again
Threat level diminished, nonexistent; transition though undeserved is well...whatever...whatever...
She was worth the melee, at least it's what I tell myself
She was worth the wounds, at least it's what my healing heart concurs
The reason, is she to why I am the shadow in the spotlight
unable to claim victor nor defeated
Categories:
seige, anger,
Form:
Bio