Best Up In Arms Poems
Last time it rained was in April.
It did not rain that much,
but it was enough to dirty everywhere.
You see, it was a south easterly wind
and the clouds arrived laden with sand from the north African desert.
That was nearly five months ago, and the farmers are already up in arms,
bemoaning lack of water as they till the arid soil.
dust flies in the air
the sun blazes overhead
sweat drips profusely
Prayers have not gone unanswered!
Dark clouds creep from behind the hills
fast multiplying, ominously, obliterating the blue.
The calm hot air is ruffled by a timid breeze which soon turns
to gusty wind. A sudden horizontal flash followed by drawling thunder
precedes a few big drops of rain which testily hit the ground.
increase of tempo
deafening cymbals clash
erupting deluge
Water gathers then flows steadily down the streets;
thirsty fields drink greedily; trees bathe in delight, relishing
heaven’s kiss of life on their moribund leaves, roots breathing in relief.
Then, worn out, the wind slowly abates; so do the thunder and the rain.
The clouds shyly disperse, permitting an unobstructed view of the sky above.
Satiated, the sundrenched land savours the afterglow.
sensual appeal
petrichor emanation
veins pleasantly throb
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8th June 2016
Sometimes in relationships our love defeats our lust, but sometimes not;
Sometimes in relationships our peace is kept by trust, but sometimes not.
Sometimes in relationships we, each to each, are hurt and held and healed;
Sometimes in relationships we share our heart and mind, but sometimes not.
Sometimes we are lost lovers, our lives blaze with brighter bursts of passion;
Sometimes we are best friends, we balance with compassion, but sometimes not.
Sometimes we are up-in-arms night and day, our battles are fought and won;
Sometimes we are at-loose-ends and struggle to be one, but sometimes not.
Sometimes we are with others, together we entertain family;
Sometimes we are you and me; two is good company, but sometimes not.
When iconic lines in classic
movies have been changed
And our world feels a bit
upside down and rearranged,
When all you thought you knew
seems wrong in memory,
The stars have moved to places
where they shouldn't be,
When you look for certain things
you can no longer find
"I don't think we're in Kansas
anymore, Toto" comes to mind.
The lion's become a 'wolf' laying
down with the lamb (in the Good Book)
You don't need to believe me,
with your own eyes (have a look)
This is what happens when CERN
messes with our Time lines
Even our names can be changed
in what reality defines.
Sally Fields became Sally Field,
now just how can that be?
Nelson Mandela effects can
change ev'ry possibility.
Mirror, mirror is now
magic mirror on the wall...
But it doesn't seem to bother
some of you at all.
Well I am up in arms at all
the changes being made.
Soon, from our minds, the
original words will just fade.
Land masses can move, and
some islands can disappear
They have changed on all the
maps, and that's quite clear.
Your memory has not failed you
as you might believe
We must stop CERN now or
regret the wrath they'll achieve.
© Connie Marcum Wong
I know Curious George had a tail because my kids
used to love his adventures. His tail is completely missing now.
The 'lion' and the lamb has been changed to a 'wolf' in Isaiah 11:6
King James Version (KJV) and in NIV...all versions I found
along with many other disturbing changes to other scriptures.
I believe there have been something like twelve thousand changes
(don't quote me on the exact amount). Check out the
"Mandela Effects on google
Another wave of voter vexation
is swamping the shutdown nation
To the left,
the windpipes are hissing
To the right,
the windbags are dissing
And all of the kitchen cabinet aprons
got their middle fingers
pointing up deaf adder listening
Their thumbs down
is the ballot death blow sign:
Telling the weathervane citizens,
the rainy day
slush fund money is missing
The proletariat are up in arms,
so voter vexed ... they’re getting no paychecks
When the last mint cookie crumble,
the murmurers
are gonna misty-eye mumble
The viper sound bytes
are cobra kissing —
Blowing inherit-the-wind
lipstick jinn wishes
Getaway stage right poll exit
says last count call:
the vault money is missing
The proletariat are up in arms,
so voter vexed ... they’re getting no paychecks
To the right,
the windpipes are bursting
To the left,
the windbags are cursing
And all of the kitchen cabinet aprons
got their middle fingers
pointing up to the empty cookie jar
As the latest patriotic wave of voter vexation
is giving wet back hex to a grumbling nation
And the whether vain citizens don’t know which way to turn
Why Africa
Africa is yet again up in arms
And the host nation is South Africa this time
Africans, open your eyes and see
After these attacks what will we benefit
Xenophobia is like pus
The wound that is resistant to healing
Xenophobia is like mushrooms
Popping whenever a thunder of ignorance strikes
What did we mean when we jointly said
We, the people of South Africa
Declare for all our country and the world to know that
South Africa belongs to all who live in it, black and White!
In June 26 1955 a word went forth
The Kliptown word echoed through the globe
From that day on, South Africa’s mission
Was to accommodate all those who dwell in it
Now we are turning our backs to the world
Where our wealth is coming from
We have turned our nectar’s wealth into a doormat
Wiping our bloody hands with Freedom charter!
Can we really hide behind poverty
And blame foreign nationals for taking all our bread
Where else we struggle to make earns meat
Due to hand out attitude we adopted after apartheid
Our authorities has done well to appease sins of the past
They gave free education, social grants to name few
Other things can be free but we need to realize that
Self support requires hard work and innovation
My fellow brothers and sisters, Africans!
Resist ideologies that torn us apart
And employ neutrality to embrace other nationalities
Shun xenophobia and learn from one another.
Form:
I know that you have seen them walking,
and I know that you have heard them talking,
'bout all thoses rhymes and reasons,
the birds and bees and,
sometimes I can't understand,
how that they roll them eyes,
and stomp their feet,
smacking their lips, in the summer heat.
See they belong to a prestious club,
where none of the fellas get no love.
They are the coochie committee,
secretly meeting in our towns and cities.
I tried to infiltrate them,
by going out on a date,
when I nearly met my fate,
only to find out that my sister, mother,grandma,
and aunt, all participate.
They all were up in arms,
One lady shouted,
"sound the alarm!!!"
they planned to do this man some bodily harm.
I ran as fast as i could,
back to my neighborhood.
called upon my brethern there,
but they couldn't relate,
as I tried to explain this place,
bout the coochie committee,
Some brothas, didn't care.
So I just hold my toungue,
whenever a woman is around,
contemplating what will go down,
cause you never know,
the power a woman has,
and if she posseses a pass,
with the coochie committee,
as matter of fact,
It always seems to,
have her back!!!!
Liberty Hall
The halls are packed with Liberty,
She cries FREEDOM on the streets.
The halls are packed with Liberty,
The children forgo their sweets.
Let's have a Ball
Smash and grab, fire asunder
Take what you can, who cares!
Come on people, lets' plunder,
Don't worry about the stares.
It's your Call
Hey coppers, we're over here,
What are you going to do in blue?
Like Goliath you have the spear
But we have our stones too.
England's Fall
Forever England, forever scarred,
A scared community up in arms,
Houses burnt, vehicles charred,
Come citizens, sound the alarm.
Murdered All
Standing up for justice,
Protecting innocent blood,
"That's when the motorist
Ran them over m'lud".
England's Rise
To arms people of England
And bring your brooms to sweep
Up those in the gutter and
Take them off to the Keep
It's Our Call
We'll clear our streets of chard
Of glass and wash away the blood.
We know that recession hits you hard
And poverty's doors opened the flood.
The PM's Call
To those of you who caused this pain
I say to you again and again;
"We shall seek you out, bang on your door
To prison you'll go and join the score."
The Rioters Ball.
To the party the hoodies went
Headline news and infamy gained,
Lusted and busted, their energy spent
Their futures ordained and chained.
Whitehall
The doors of power convened in suit
And Judgement Day sprang to life.
Murmurings and guffaws of repute
Resonated like Churchillian days of rife.
birth, devotion, how i feel, little sister, mirror, mother, together,
Who do you think I am - Poetry Contest
Birthed special as twins
From a shared womb
We were made to feel special!
My twin was first to let go
She broke our love knot
Hurrying to her new freedom!
She waited for me crying
Until I was laid alongside her
In an identical pink warming blanket!
It was my turn to be crying now
Her abandoned cry made silent
Knowing I was with her there!
Inseparables we grew to become as before
Our new home was very 'safe' for two
Twins were to be an indulged oddity then!
So alike and special side by side
We were coveted and blessed
These babies who came from one womb!
We were cherished and adored
Always up in arms side by side
And fed together with spoonfuls of love!
Our sibling sister did follow soon
But shared her blankets alone
She was ‘loved’ for being only one!
We thought her an intruder
She was the star, sun and moon
And selfishly pocket our time-shares!
We needn’t have walked as early as her
We were up 'in arms' for show and tell
And only spoke in our secret tongues!
We were still twins but so spoiled
She walked and talked much earlier
And she was quick to spark on her own!
She learnt survival tools to get on with life
Our security was faulted built out of smoke
Dissipating at its now 'mired' core!
We were on our own and naked
Our identity apart was thin
Time came to us late in hard knocks!
A twin is only birthed as one
Apart and special on its own
Each born to make its own identity!
Twins will be together after death
When their love knot again is twined
And two twinned hands clasp once more!
William the First was our last king to come uninvited
though invincible armadas have sometimes been sighted.
Foreign kings were imported in cases of doubt.
Native kings had the habit of getting thrown out.
In the War of the Roses none tipped the scales
till the fray was joined by young Richmond from Wales.
A house like the Tudors for to bring to an end
on virgin queens you may safely depend.
Then came the Stuarts, who in Scotland had root,
but being too tactless, they were given the boot.
Though of Orange the house was not without fame,
some Irishmen spit when they hear Billy’s name.
George the First from Hanover as in matters English ill versed;
for affairs of state a state of affairs by no means the worst.
George the Third, however, spoke English quite well,
so Yanks up in arms told the Liberty Bell.
Thus Frenchmen and Dutchmen, Germans and Danes
have made their subjects rack their poor brains.
But the history of monarchs whose accents were poor
holds even today many lessons in store.
At the hustings all parties will promise us aught,
but after elections some memories are short.
“A kink is a man, no less and no more,”
said a very wise king as he sat on the shore.
“Let each of you here, thane or serf, be astute.
Don’t expect me to do what I plainly canute.
Limerick: Once a mum Mademoiselle rode in a Metro
for Heather M.
Once (a) mum Mademoiselle rode in (a) Metro
Felt snug and dozed dreaming of Brando
Lights went out, the train stopped
Coach temperature dropped
She woke up in arms of Eskimo.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Red hair
From my dad.
Does not describe
my beautiful child.
She is poised,
calm and serene.
My precious,
clever queen.
First born,
to two nuts.
Silver spoon.
Missing.
Beauty, brains.
Had a loving start.
So forgave for
breaking her heart.
Feels she needs
to be in charge.
Relax babe,
I am no longer
up in arms.
Always there for
her younger sisters.
When I was not fit
to be their mistress.
I love your calm.
Your "In control."
So pleased you are
a perfect mould.
Of my confidence
and Dad's calm.
His brains.
My music.
So proud.
Can't find words.
Thank you Edna
For letting me
be yours. xx
There once was a fellow named Jack
For poetry he sure had a knack
He'd throw in some smut
Up in arms they'd erupt
But Jack said I don't give a crap
© Jack Ellison 2013
O invisible sympathetic listener
Will it annoy my elder Hitler-sister-in-law?
(O my colleague! An Arabian teacher, mocked English
and fought me for its ambiguity);
I mean my wife’s sister.
Like the Jerusalem
With ‘What Must Be Said ’!
Or but to stop this stupid self is …!
If I say I respect her,I kiss her on lips
And eyes,
Lift her up in arms
And wrestle …!
But to detest someone so dearly loved,
Or forget —
Seems unworkable …!
On trans-gender and gay rights
God gave every person free will to make their own
choices when it comes to the lifestyle we wish to live.
God also as a command said judge not lest you be
judged so to say a person cant be this or that is not our
call but Gods alone. Although we can choose our own
lifestyle according to the free will God has granted,
we are accountable for that lifestyle to him alone.
He alone will judge us according to laws and commands
given long ago. Thats his right since we are his creation.
God also knew we would break those laws and
commands which is why he sent his son Jesus to bear
stripes and die on a cross for us that we might be saved
from judgement due to breaking Gods laws. As believers
in this we are to love the sinner but hate the sin just as
Jesus did. Society is up in arms over how our leaders
have allowed our own laws to go against Gods laws. The
only solution to all of societies downward spiral is to
obey Gods word and to pray for our countries and leaders
that they respect those laws, but if not make sure that
you personally are covered by the blood Jesus spilled
for you by accepting him.
As far as rights go the best answer to the bathroom
issue is to take down all signs and just have two rooms
still, but just lights above that say vacant or occupied
and children under 12 are to be accompanied by an
adult. Having free will is a gift. Abusing it will be judged
in the end.
Once upon a time,
some ants lived happily together in their nest.
Birds, rabbits, frogs, and beetles
admired and envied their harmonic way of living.
One day, a wasp invaded their space;
it forced itself into their home,
with its dark, scary sting and body.
All the ants ran away for their lives,
except for one tiny ant - he stood
right in front of the wasp's sting!
The wasp was irritated and amazed
by this young insect's courage.
"Do you know you are no match for me?!"
the wasp scorned the young ant.
The ant was unshaken and unmoved!
"Together we can outmatch you!" the
ant shouted.
The rest of the ants felt the burning
courage from the young ant’s voice,
and rose up in arms to fight the wasp;
to fight for their home
to fight for their freedom.
The wasp’s sting was no match for thousands of ants.
He was carried and thrown into a bird’s nest,
where he became the birds’ meal.
The young ant, from then on,
became a hero. He was knighted by the Queen Ant,
and from then on he was called Sir Victor.