Best Stratagem Poems
Sometimes, I find myself on a battleground
in the present or in sieges from the distant past
It may be a war I've been waging within myself,
a thorn that needs plucking so that I might heal
I wear no crown, nor do I wish to be gowned
in regal robes and sit upon a throne looking down
on anyone. For me, those things hold no appeal
I am rebellious against the many wrongs I've seen
and if you think it's mean of me to feel that way—
You don't know me well enough to pass judgement
With regret, I've been the cause of an Angel's weeping
when down a misguided path I chose to walk
Mistakes? I've made my share of them, maybe more
but I've always tried to amend my faults in some way
Indemnity is not always reimbursed with coin
More often than not, my tears the price to pay
Sometimes, even I have not found the sentience of it—
things I do; emotions I feel. No reason as to why except
that I am compelled without restraint or prudence to try
I refute the need to live by the creed of the golden rule—
for only a fool would claim the world is a righteous place
where smug faces play fair in games of love and war
If I am defeated, I never hesitate to stand again
for I've always despised the thought of white flags
and retreating like a coward again and again, in sad refrain
I garner resilience and strength from every enemy I meet
and in defeat, my stratagem sharpens much keener
I am not a warrior; that's not the path I want to take
I've been storm tossed in seas of turbulent weather
When faced with animosity, I will not shiver and quake
Offered silk or suit of armor— I prefer a softer demeanor
Self-professed I am supple of breast
Heart not crafted from leather
From flesh, blood and bone
Of the gender called woman
I was not chiseled from stone
A BOX FACTORY
During the time of enslavement,
Many stories were told.
Life as a Mississippian was not uncovered.
In Black History, no one knows the tale
Of Wolfe’s Plantation there in the hills.
Life is a plentiful.
They farm cotton and planted corn.
They raise pigs, chickens, and hogs.
They fish as a pastime.
They embraced their struggles and strife.
Down the road a bit is a colored man’s home.
He’s jubilant in his daily chores.
He works hard to take care of himself.
He loves his family and provides their financial support.
He is a tenant farmer and a leader for the plantation boss.
Life is a holistic nub.
Jep gives his first and foremost respect to the Lord.
He had taken over the farm for his father.
Wolfe’s Plantation was different from the others.
Imagism veraciously boxed.
Today, technologically constructed for stratagem and discovery.
This box factory is metropolis revamp.
Yesterday can be revived innovatively once again.
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Penned February 05, 2015!
[MILITARY PHILOSOPHY]: METTLE IS A BETTER WORD OR TERM!
Might strength along with an image be a concept to consider?
Else, to be strong is considered to be mighty.
Tapping into another’s reserve is a way to achieve an advantage.
The test of fate is allowed.
Like acquiring power from a source of pleasure.
Easy seen when you win.
Inoculate your fortress to be invincible.
Surface your mind to ruminate stratagem.
Absolute absorption of the power you possess.
Be of focus and conquest.
Engage your thoughts and emerge with invigorating ideas.
Trade show your heavy artillery to those you trust.
Take away knowledge to acumen the estate.
Establish an institution of today.
Respond when required even if vulnerability is present.
Wage efficaciously for thorough use of all resources.
Ornate to eradicate poor will.
Ruminate the home front amply.
Defeat downfall and roar once again.
Obstinate for thorough insight.
Resist when in question.
Time efficaciously for thorough use of all resources.
Edify to educate poor will.
Ruminate the home front amply.
Muddle downfall to roar once again.
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Written December 15, 2015!
THE HOUSE OF LORDS
I am from The House of Lords
where men are great and women are whores.
I am travelling to the home front to inform
my country that war is to come.
Our rivals are jealous of our fortune.
They sent a woman because their attention becomes grave.
I am sharing this with my fellow women for solidarity and support.
I must bring honor to The House of Lords.
Cohesion is the militia.
We all aimed to a common cause.
We know our men are our strength; therefore,
we must morally espousal.
I come to empower.
We will write to enrich and advocate for corroboration.
In that we fight for our self-worth,
Let us henceforward.
We will stand in the piazza.
We will speak in our clearest voice.
We will bring insight through our performance.
This will be an enjoyable time for all.
However, when the time comes, we must declare war.
I came to home front for stratagem.
Our military are strategic women and men.
Insofar, we know when.
The House of Lords is foreshadowing a liberated country for its inhabitants.
Our conflict is with those hostilities because of our affluence.
We are their weakest point.
For that reason, we know that warfare is to come.
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Penned December 05, 2014!
TODAY’S WOMAN
A column can scaffold a back that is enervated.
We as women will burden ourselves with hate.
That is we will take on another’s disintegration.
All in that business is a mess.
It becomes our plight to fix.
We sing our songs while we take on the world.
We continue to overwhelm ourselves.
When we know anything, we have achieved success.
This is a formidable woman’s road map.
The lines she follows gets her there.
Intense in thought and with mind involved she forms the stratagem.
Her purpose is to inform the world.
Her future is, therefore, passed on to next baby girl.
Imminence is still yet to come.
Unless the world is in a formation discovery, we are backward spiraling.
The diffident disguises our lack of unity.
How obtrusive we are.
A conspiracy is inferred.
Reticent is unreserved.
We are a political powerhouse that must be robust.
We as women are the conditions of our home front.
We must disallow polluted waters from the wounds that bleed.
We must not be garrulous in our activism.
Cagey old women we will become.
When there is a reason, we must step-to-the-cause,
Insofar as our souls and spirit are intertwined,
As we segment, we can inspire all women to intermingle for support of universal health where women help each other to move forward.
For those aforementioned, our draft has been self-possessed.
We are women of potential acclimatization to invigorate, innovate, and to inform.
We are tomorrow and the future forthcoming.
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Penned June 07, 2015!
DOMKIRKEISM, DOMKIRKISM, & SOCIAL THEOLOGY
Does the face of humankind know their faith?
On the other hand, do we believe that humankind is forsaken?
Many examinations we have withstood
Kept our belief in the omnipotent.
Is our life on an encyclopedic religious path?
Rite of religious conviction defeats that which is kept to a sociopath stratagem.
Equability and identity is our sacrament.
Is this not a blessing by The Almighty?
Such worthiness should not be disregarded.
Mystic and awe-inspiring is praise and worship to our creator.
Does the face of humankind know their faith?
On the other hand, do we believe that humankind is forsaken?
Many examinations we have withstood while we kept our belief in the
omnipotent.
Is our life on an encyclopedic religious path?
Rite of religious conviction defeats that which is kept to a sociopath stratagem.
Is this not a blessing by The Almighty God?
Such worthiness should not be disregarded.
Mystic and awe-inspiring is praise and worship to our creator.
Such social worthiness should not be disregarded.
Our lives are based on what is inspiring.
Courses are taken to define this isolation of minds,
Are we preternaturally inclined to link to unearthly discoveries otherworldly?
This theology is psychosomatic triggered, housed via a place of worship.
Ecclesiastically, we praise.
Omnipotent supreme
Lord of divinity
Overwhelmed by your presence
Godlike is our environment.
Yay, I am saved via your grace.
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Religion: Domkirkeism/Domkirkism
Sect: Domkirke
Penned on October 05, 2014!
Form: ANAPHORA
STRIVE
You know to be proud of the skin you in to keep the decorum of a winner.
Let them see you smile when frustrated.
Prepare your way.
Empowering a form that distinguishes your person, many have known a covetous
environment informs growth and stratagem.
Crazy at it they come.
You the one they are jealous of.
See yourself through their eyes.
Therein,
Strive.
A scenario...
Beautiful is your person.
Your voice is endowing throughout the world.
You have achieved double masters even in time of dilemma.
So many problems yet you face.
Never a tiring soul will embody your essence.
Crazy at it they will come.
Your fundamental nature murals an image of who you are.
Epitomizing your ideals and religion, setting the perfect example to pattern.
To end the scenario...
You just might be the first of your kind.
Exemplar, an original mind…
Endeavor on!
Titivated to thrive, you are a striver.
Therefore,
Strive.
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Written June 11, 2016!
5/19/17
Things considered occult
Near and far from kids, teens and adults
Working with mulch
Above a gulch
Had to turn into the Hulk
And catapult
Toward successful results
Then howl at the moon like a wolf
While in and out of gulfs
No good in being in poor form
Or disordered
Got to keep pushing forward
Above and below floorboards
Considered that there will always be more storms
Whether or not it is cold or warm
I just can't spend time in forlorn
Got to take care of business, night or morn
Ready to fight for what I believe is right, with the skills of a warlord
Regardless of if it is what I was born for
Close and beyond traces of lanthanum
I'm coming through with an effective stratagem
Show you something truly masculine
Going full throttle pushing to the maximum
Among pathogens
And antigens
As well as vehicles with headlights that are halogen
When I see an animal or human struggling, I'll lend a hand and not abandon them
By: Dalton Ogletree
This Casuistry is a paradox
Fallacious feelings repress
A Sophistry you ingress Chemically redox
Tergiversate under scrutiny. A misfit – an anachronism. Elusory emotions to express
My argument a confused paralogism Chicanery
Fugacious Piety worships AWAITING THE FALL
An elaborate machination Formation of
this Cabal To unravel this conspiracy
Renegade inspiration
A
Live
Grenade
Revolution call.
Societal crumblings
A mind poisoned by barricades
Limitations.
Cures itself
By questioning everything
Invalidity, obscurity, corruption
Topple under
Plots of our Coterie
Political pressure
Militant insurgency
Worship the gun
Worship the steel
Guerilla tactics
Metro
Urban
Rurally
Camouflaged pawns
Stratagem
Pieces on the board are people
Playing for real.
Didactic Leaders
And
Pedantic parents
They’re history and experience
In perspective reveals.
Cycle of manipulative
Elite, controlling
The pariahs
Starved in appeal.
The necktie wearers, and flag pin bearers
Combing arcane smiles
With not one word out of place
Colluded to recreate
Pearl harbor's reincarnate
History's wounds slashed by new swords
A mirror of quondam contempt
Semblance of peace sat behind a podium
Truths interstice fogged
Aridity of public sentiment
Proved a deserted nature of love
Thirsty for blood of whom we know not
Patriotism painted from a teleprompter
As cobblers cleaned and mended
The boots which young feet filled
Whilst scoundrels signed a death waiver
For workers to pluck cold limbs
And prepare the fields
Where black gold geysers
Diluted the red stained, hallowed ground
Commissioned were penny whistles
And morts moaning on cue
For quarry men slouched
In the dirt, for eternal rest
Before rhetoric trumped up heroism
The azure above was clear and crisp
Til mercurial darkness was summoned
On desolations blooming row
As pinwheels kept on spinning
At the home of those who plot
Another stratagem, another canvas
To splatter blood upon
O beauty, under whose spell this man be
intoxicated by her love affair
as every night she wraps, seductively,
in whispers! Swirling whispers in the air.
With pride of life, with lust of flesh and eyes,
her stratagem promotes wicked appeal
like sinfully delicious chocolate lies
my palette wets to make a business deal.
Then, somehow, with her charismatic charm
this brightest angel fallen from beyond
can have a man to trade his best for harm
and, in this cosmic game of chess, be pawned,
at whence the spell she lifts, plays magistrate.
So wrongly does she toy with this man's fate.
K1087 and K1089 of Canto 109 of the THIRUK-KURAL: Thagaianangkuraiththal
(In the transliterations, the capital vowels stand for the repetition of the same vowel: eg., “A” for “aa”)
K1087: kadAak kalittrinmEl kadpadAm* mAthar
padAa mulaimEl thuthil
As veil o’er angry eyes, Of raging elephant that lies,
The silken cincture’s folds invest this maiden’s panting breast. (Transl. G. U. Pope)
The cloth that covers the firm bosom of this maiden is (like) that which covers the eyes of a rutting elephant. (Transl. Drew & Lazarus)
The ornamental frontlet covering the elephant in rut;
The maiden’s veil of fine cloth covering her breast. (Transl. T. Wignesan)
(*kadpadAm = ornamental fillet or frontlet for blindfolding an elephant.
*kadAkkaliru = an elephant in rut.)
K1089: pinai*Er mada*nOkkum nAn*um udaiyAdku
anievanO Ethil thanthu*
Like tender fawn’s her eye; Clothed on is she with modesty;
What added beauty can be lent; By alien ornament? (Transl. G.U. Pope)
Of what use are other jewels to her who is adorned with modesty, and the meek looks of a hind?* (Transl. Drew & Lazarus)
(*I find this Drew-Lazarus translation most elegant, indeed. T.W.)
In tandem with the hind’s artlessness/simplicity of mien and innate modesty, what stratagem of extraneous adornment can add to her beauty? (Transl. T. Wignesan)
(*pinai = hind; nAn/nAnu = modesty, shame; madam = female simplicity; thanthu = scheme, stratagem, artifice.)
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2017
They poison the sheep,
Believing wolves can’t die.
Death is indiscriminate!
They can’t see it,
Their new genesis,
Feeding on the withered bodies
Of bleating sheep,
Engendered in the putrid froth,
Dripping from the wolf’s jowls.
Their eyes are dilated egos,
Glazed-over with impotent apathy,
Empty as a cloudless sky,
One obscure horizon,
Melting like dirty ice,
Into the other.
Disregarded behind tinted glass!
Slightly afraid — eventually,
They applaud a common stratagem,
A method to poison the poisoned,
Secretly wondering,
If gods can really die.
There is a rumor of frailty!
Someone coughs.
A bead of yellow sweat signs a contract!
They make nervous excuses.
Rush in undisclosed unison,
Holding their breath
Behind monogrammed handkerchiefs,
To wash trembling hands,
In private restrooms,
But the sinks
Are full of blood.
The last wolf howls
Ignoring the moon.
As the bitter, piercing cold flees north, as the opaquely white snow makes an elaborate stratagem, a tortuous plan to revitalize next year, the viridescent grass begins to flourish and prosper, bringing an end to the biting winter. The juniper green leaves on trees begin to reinstall on the once dismal branches and the hibernating ophidians start to abandon their balmy, sheltered dens, and immerse themselves in the Sun's ultraviolet radiation and rejuvenating heat. The chirpy, sprightly birds perch themselves on the limbs of trees and ebulliently carol together and rejoice, for wintertime has vacated and the Sun has emerged from the billows of clouds. The cunning squirrels depart from their shelter, burdened with acorns. They scamper down the bark of trees and gleefully frolic and play in the grassy taigas of Siberia. The ravishing daisies begin to blossom, flaunting with their milky white petals and canary yellow pollen. As these plants and animals benefit from their transfiguring environment, gaiety and jollity radiates, for the somber subdued season has dematerialized and withdrawn from this ever-changing landscape.
Transition
A grandson of the revolution of late 90s
The progeny bored in evolution the 21st
Dynamic spells the prospectives of son's
Daughter's of soil. Mwana wevhu stunga.
Deep thoughts from within depths, ours
Guts inflamed by the political ulceration
From the roots of revolutionary liberties
That was spelt far from a distant, tsunga
Tangenhamo was all the comrade voted
Rugare then never did he rendered, and
To out my grif was indeed a taboo craft
Dilemmas I to have embraced in distress.
The thoughts kept going on and on, an
Expedition in nous that bore no potency
No power was for the people by people
And kinship spelt breached by the odds
More misery kept cascading in and in, a
Day spelt years not that I was in chains
But bondage was all my grandpa's grant
Not that I was a slave but I endured more
Persistence and resilience became mine
Remedies in the 2002 era, Fast tracking
Hyper inflation, Corruption, Destruction,
Followed the walls brought down, tsunga
Inclusively the struggle was ablaze, spelt
A ceaseless brawl, brother's got lashed
Sister turned an Orangutan, savages of
That phases and never time did awaited.
The process of shaking the old horses
For the new ones became a grandeur so
Rinsed that bored detention by the blue
Suited brother with grey topped shirts...
Till today a brilliant beam shade off the
Darkness from a new dawn, Drawn from
The proficient past. Is it the same notion
In motion to embrace. Rugare or tsunga.
How I would love to embrace the phrase
Tangenhamo, Manifestations of Rugare
In this era spelt a new dispensation by
Those learneds on the stratagem apex.
If only the sentiment of democracy will
Be driven forth by the elites and those
Whom sits in the parliaments then I will
Embrace the old foster in the new era...
To welcome once again my kinship that
Has been crushed alike a crunch bargain.
And no more manifestos and speeches
Promises meant be broken. Rugare huya