Best Upheavals Poems
How would I have the upper hand
as all around in chaos got drowned
How would I stick to a single stand
when upheavals the soul do confound.
My words whiling away an abiding journey
digging for the nectar of beauty many a well
long striving to my turmoil hide and bury
keep chill and in my secluded shell dwell.
Shall my ink change shade and scent
from dark black to the colour of blood
from the aroma of amber to an anger to vent
and pour heavy pain out of my chest flood.
So hard I tried to forge my very shield
preventing the eye to crime scenes roam
see so filthy hands evil and power wield
wiping from the world face a whole Home.
A word against a world going wrong
shall I yield to what I truly can’t handle
make time, give a chance for a poet’s song
step into the light and leave a bleak bubble.
Categories:
upheavals, anger, conflict, deep, heart,
Form:
Rhyme
You can almost swim across large parts of Florida, swim and
walk a few steps and then plunge again into the cool sexual
embrace of yet another blue swimming pool.
You can almost cross the peninsular of Florida by using the
fairways, the greens, and the links of the many golf courses.
In the everglades and other swampy parts a dragonfly can flit
from one half-submerged alligator head to another flying
miles in that hopping-stones way.
Florida has backwoods cracker-holdouts where native
Floridians sit on lawn chairs where there are no lawns. They
rest and watch the snowbirds arriving on passenger jets that
never cease coming. The folks that live out there may often
pull a 'cold one' from a cooler and spit in resigned disgust,
that copious spittle seeps into the the earth to nourish
earthworms that delve and wriggle creating minor upheavals
that occasionally weaken the subsoil forming sink holes
elsewhere. You can travel from one sink hole to another;
navigate a way around sunken cars and homes by following
the ever breaking news and ‘road-out’ police reports.
All these observations are a mighty huge exaggeration and
a rather shaky hypothesis for sure but so is the notion of
Florida.
Florida exists in the heat of the moment where all things
merge into a Disney Fantasy one often displayed upon front
yards, where ubiquitous flamingos preen; plastic garden
adornments that in Florida are a protected species.
Categories:
upheavals, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Today I crossed a milestone in a most eventful life
Fourscore years of wonder in a world awash in strife
I’ve kept a sense of humor in the face of utter gloom
Honored my commitments, married an incredible wife.
I’ve lived through awful wars and horrible pandemics
Frightening social upheavals with prejudices endemic,
But I’ve also seen a great many achievements for good
Encountered a majority of folks doing what they should
I’ve loved and lost, while enjoying many friendships
Along the way, and I can say, I’ve had a darn good run,
So when I go, I hope folks’ll say, “He surely did have fun!”
Please no tears when you learn I’ve bought the farm
I’ve tried to live my life without doing anyone harm,
I’ve done the best I could with what little I was given
I’m looking forward to a longer run, of course, in heaven.
written on December 5, 2021
my 80th birthday!
Categories:
upheavals, birthday, celebration, how i
Form:
Rhyme
The mind of man defines his self
Thought separates him from the beast.
For rationale transcends all else
So with reason was man bequeathed?
Nature adjusts its balanced scales
Predators thrive upon their prey.
Quarry decays in mankind’s trail
Intellects cloth will sadly fray.
Conceit sees but simple creatures
Instincts supply for lowly needs.
Hunter, hunted, duelling features
Equal basics provide life’s creed.
Man that looks finds natures evils
Perceptions mirror his within.
No beast shall cause earths upheavals
Just man will oblige earthly sin.
Smart man can plan tomorrow’s time
Consciousness learns from lessons past.
Hear and heed are two peaks to climb
Strides from missteps are often last.
Meek swallows will defend their nest
Grace transforms to obstinacy,
But repose rewards a fruitful quest.
Vengeance just grasps humanity.
It’s man thats fought a thousand wars
Pleas to ignorance seldom thrive.
Nature’s pursuits have righteous core
A match for death means life survives.
The mind’s a mask of cunning guise
For closed minds, know not how they feast.
Heavy footsteps will cause demise,
and what sets man apart from beast?
Categories:
upheavals, humanity, introspection, philosophy,
Form:
Quatrain
Sensuous as a kiss, gift of romantic dreams,
Your essence I feel as you tiptoe stealthily
Alluring sensibilities, revealing amorously
Silken ruby lips sparkling on work of beauty
Embellishing tiny dimples upon rosy cheeks;
Oh! the mystical you, loving you is euphoric.
Unannounced you titillate my life’s revelry
Mellifluous alike spring’s giggling streams
Occupying me happily on perilous journey
Lending your hand when I am trekking hills,
Jubilant visage of my life’s pristine prairies~
An enchanting emissary of proffers amatory.
When I asked a favor from a lonesome night~
Despondent, starless gloom of moonless skies
Clamoring earnestly to speed-forward time
So, bearing Venus high, the dawn could arrive;
There you stood fondly, donning flirty smile
Mesmerizing amiably in hypnotic hazel eyes.
Ah! what a bliss it is, in your endearing glee
When moments of joy life’s upheavals steal,
My darling I so adore you~ real as imagined
For you never fail to answer my every plea,
Questing realm of ecstasy elated you spree
Amid riveting reveries thrilling my fantasies.
October 6, 2021
Placed 1st: “R” Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme chosen: Romantic
Categories:
upheavals, fantasy, romantic,
Form:
Verse
A HABITAT OF MODEL AND A MEDAL: BAHAY KUBO
Our bahay kubo*
Is an achievement
And a dream come true
For us to dwell and live
On this simple hut
Whose inspiration I’ve drawn satisfaction
Indeed: I had gotten: A model and a medal.
Why would I say this, a self-reverenge
A MODEL “coz
This is a design
Typical of a Filipino
Worldwide known as Nipa Hut*
Is amply commemorated identity as a race
It’s simple and yet it generates
Patriotism, love strength, upheavals
Unity and success
A model in itself not anymore a caricature
Of value but a realism.
Be it poor, underdeveloped
It was conceived with faith, love and peace
A place for rest and recreation
A hub for hubbies
A hide-away from the crazy world
A stop-over for a voyage
And a playground as well as a battleground
Shared for all by forebears.
And, then also, a MEDAL
More than a bronze, silver or a gold
This hut, hub or a habitat for living things
Is an achievement, an accomplishment for greatness
Which I have a strong convictions of honor
And heroism deserving of a prize, reward and a medal
It is a tremendous height of wisdom
Hot, hut model and a medal!
*bahay kubo--- small hut
*Nipa Hut---native house in the Philippines, synonym of bahay kubo
Categories:
upheavals, dedication, love,
Form:
Free verse
The Birch
We’re hailed by changes of weather always
Pouring, wind, rain, gale and hurricane
Our dried barks and twigs easily departs
When they lavishly attack in season
Enchanting imbibe of full moon lights
We play with millions twinkling stars
Cloud travels vigilantly surrounding us
Flurry movement with smiling joyous
Various birds and sparrows nettles
In whole branches swinging whirling
Evening and morning chirping of them
Provides sweetened sleeping time gorgeous
Shelter we provide in all season to all
We don’t mind men, animal or phantom
Various insects joyfully abode us
Historical event many times with pride
Have written in our provision but
When started our birth in which reason
Far back to exact immemorial time
Turns upheavals appeared and vanished
Our races remained pervading always
Calamities various we have noticed
Dreadful volcanoes earth quakes floods
Devastation of habitation many times
We’ve seen horror of war stopping breath
Slowly but surely in the lapse of time
We came to contact with wise human beings
They knew the uses of our multiples
Fostering lives to driving enemies all
Houses to live making door windows
Ceiling, pillars, furniture other more
Decorative enchantment in festivals too
To cross the rivers with beautiful canoe plus
Fodders to animals to shoot for vegetables
Our fruits they contrived ordinary goods
Kinds and genres of our different
Familiar family Birch Betula Pendula
Mountain to plain everywhere our dwellings
Dwarf taller biggest eldest our findings
Greenish yellowish leafage luscious
Silvery skin beautiful to see and touch
Lovingly people composes writings on
Symmetry with wind when we blowing
Breeze pours joys producing sweet sound
Rustle hustle colliding leaves with twigs
Fountain signals us enamouring love present
Running gently humming with murmuring flush
Poet’s heart delights cheering the Birch
Gorgeous, vibrant unrivalled focus
History stands describing more about
Adding, idioms, phrases and anecdotes core
So old we’re in history self also
‘Veda’ describes us memorable Birch.
Categories:
upheavals, bird, creation, nature, old,
Form:
Concrete
From the day I was born
Your life changed and you were sworn
To help me through life’s upheavals
And protect me from all of life’s evils
Your big strong hand held mine
You made me feel everything was fine
I loved being Daddy’s little girl
Being safe in your arms as we’d wildly twirl
But no matter how fast we’d go
I always felt safe, you know
Safe wrapped in your arms forever
As long as we were both together
You would call me your “Princess”
And tell me not to obsess
Over my freckles and big ears
As you would gently wipe away my tears
You explained that some kids were cruel
And told me your number one rule
To have faith and believe in your own soul
Then the negativity wouldn’t take its toll
You kept the smile upon my face
And taught me to have grace
To treat all people with respect
And take time out to reflect
On mistakes that have been made in the past
And to ensure my grudges don’t last
As life doesn’t like to waste time
And to waste time is a crime.
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©copyright Juanita Torr
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Categories:
upheavals, childhood, dad, father, father
Form:
Verse
Grab my pen for some strange and let loose,
Mysterious activity, Stonehenge hidden truths,
Boosting the brains roof with rhythm and funky grooves,
Improving thought producing sparks,
Hidden but released from the heart,
Outsmarting light and darkness, atomic quickness,
Removing the minds distress and subconscious mess.
Opened up to visions of visions, witnessing negative conditioning,
living within it, surrounded by blind human beings being ignorant dimwitted earthlings, why?
Third eye seeing reality as it is, or is it a dream?
Am I channeling higher thought through story rhymes writing idioms?
Your systems don't run on this level, where the devil and light battle over the control of upheavals,
The opposite to evil? Are you? Am I?
Is this all an illusion flying by and gone?
I want the answers of higher questioning looking for truth!
Miss understood youth climbing roofs to find skate spots,
I don't know alot, but I seek out jewels of wisdoms,
From imagination coexisting with rhythm I write them,
Without blemish, missions of word searching or straight from the dome?
Wiser written patterns writing unique philosophy unknown to Rome,
Mystic code, quick with power from the summit unloading flow,
Those who follow the inner teacher reach knowing from observing,
This brings serving your learning by seeking wise knowledge,
Stiching my self back together,
Im not saying you have a better life,
Devising an enticing writing, reviving ancient word play in layers,
Dirt occurs to be a top player,
Important to understand the language of the world,
At a later date we may make it,
Alchemist word tribes combined find fine lines, not for the blind,
What kind of writing is this pouring from my vessel as I sail,
Oceans of end less waters, deliver me mail from the almighty mailman.
Quincy Mac
Date Written: 5.8.2016
Categories:
upheavals, meaningful, mystery, philosophy, truth,
Form:
Epic
If Rubik's cube was molded round
no crazy puzzle would be found.
It could just be, like Earth, a sphere-
a ball with colorful veneer.
Now think of Earth as Rubik-cubed-
a smooth existence does elude;
unstably spinning through the air-
with rifts, upheavals everywhere.
So, if the Rubik's cube was round-
I'd play with it- roll it around.
But, with the Earth, Rubik-designed-
could its distortions be aligned?
January 1, 2021
Premiere Contest: If The Rubik's Cube Was Round
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
Categories:
upheavals, earth, metaphor, perspective,
Form:
Rhyme
Global warming's changing our world,
as deserts increase, farmland shrinks.
And ancient glaciers have no ice,
the sea's dying and the air stinks.
Weather upheavals forecast gloom,
as rivers flood altered courses.
And torrential rains drench the earth,
a shift in natural forces.
Virgin forests scared by fire's flame
leave barren soil to rot and mold.
And mountains of water-soaked mud
slide down slopes, unable to hold.
Volcanoes erupt in the depths,
birthing tsunamis at their rim.
And waves rise to devastate lives,
where water is too swift to swim.
A spotted sun bakes the ozone,
tinging twilight, ocher, and rust.
And tornados chew up the ground,
vortexes grinding life to dust.
Earth rebuffs belated efforts
it's too late for token repairs.
For Man forgot one basic rule,
nature governs earthly affairs.
(Quatrain)
0/8/2016
Categories:
upheavals, angst, change, environment, how
Form:
Quatrain
The Big Empty lay before me, an endless landscape of infinite possibility
The canvas evolves at the moment in time we leave trace of our existence
All that I touch with each breath of my life, now and forever changed
with evidence of character bleeding it's colorful hues.
With all the reds of blood and dread pursuing life with passion
I choose the blues in all their hues, reflecting my compassion
Yellows for the depths of hope the sunlight brings with time
And every color should they meet that gives my life its rhyme
A lifetime of choices fulfill what once before lay the big empty
Upheavals born the strata of my trials
Time has left me nothing but defining memories
What of my life will be left in the world and why might it matter?
-Jeannie Minor & RC
Categories:
upheavals, character, courage, inspiration, introspection,
Form:
Prose
Joy's living everywhere with high stature while
Angels peek down from their rhythmic atmosphere
From their nests in this homeland so graceful
Where angels have their own legislature
Together with the flowers that shed their magic petals
Life's dancing everywhere in green rapture
I see Monte Rosa with her pink features
As an imagined woodland, gleeful, yet, unsettled
A monument to God's hand so plentiful
From the view of those heights, I'll be nurtured
With the snow-kissed mountains nourishing the soul
Open hearts blessed joyfully by nature
Those forlorn trees, reserved but graceful
Bestowing graciousness, even in upheavals
I'm going home to that land now nestled
Restful, where I feel snuggled by nature
With some delicious golden apples and grapes
My mind dances everywhere with rapture in these lands
With grand dreams in this terra firma so blissful
The clouds kiss the peaks
Woodland trails remain restless
While sun sprinkles summits
Categories:
upheavals, art, earth, poetry, poets,
Form:
Free verse
There once was a General who had an investment in the swamp
He had many ways of getting what he wants
Including making things great again when he stomps
While in the marsh land
The General had to make a stand
Feeling pressure from the groups
Most were wearing their pinstripe suits
For many years they dealt the cards
Depending on social pages and stars
Doing business with the entire world
Using positive dialogue as its stir
For the most part this was peaceful action
Warm welcomed after the bitter distrusting combative fraction
Marketed as the evening news featured attraction
During these years of violent behavior
Games were played that the country savored
Goals, Baskets, Runs and Touchdowns galore
Checks being written and money in the bank everyone was sure
These sporting exhibitions found themselves having time on the floor
In every paper results were reported
With space, journalist awarded
Printed information
About the spectacle they were facing
Competition was the civil way
Based on physical activity play
During this fun
When communication was supposed to be done
Keeping things flowing
Like a country’s crew team doing the rowing
The General should be aware
About this unique style of internal affairs
Having the purpose to advert small upheavals
That the enemy could provide as their evil
All this is something to interpret and appreciate
As states get things straight
Sports are not games designed around winning
Instead they bring closure to the living
Unlike cultures who are sore
And do not know how to stop fighting a war
Hopefully the New York/New Jersey General will use this athletic battle fleet
To confront humanity’s flaw, the need to compete.
Categories:
upheavals, america, history, image, political,
Form:
Rhyme
Each silver strand has a story to tell
I watched them all appear
As that dark haired beauty of a bride I took
Journeyed with me through the years
The first long streak of silver hair
Made the scene on that tragic day
When a driver who had too much to drink
Sent her wonderful father on his way
The second strand – on the other side
Came after a night of angst and pain
But her labor resulted in our first born son
To whom we gave her father’s name
There are strands there from the measles
And strands when I lost my job
Strands from the world’s upheavals
And strands from the night that we got robbed
But each flowing strand of silver hair
Helps frame that beautiful face
Of the brave and courageous woman
Who in my heart always has a place
Categories:
upheavals, life, night, night, silver,
Form:
Rhyme