Written By: D. Collins 3/8/26
It was the word used when Spain killed the Aztecs.
Is it now America's agenda if Cuba is next?
Venezuela and Iran were the first on the list.
Hopes to reign in Canada was abruptly dismissed.
Are Mexico and Brazil within obtainable sites?
Since they don't have nukes or our military might.
The conquest may extend to Argentina and Peru.
Our bullying tactics are what all bullies do.
Iran is the exception that has gotten us drawn in.
Israel finally found a bloke to fight the war for them.
The conquest is moving forward with ferver and passion.
What we once called wars are labeled kinetic actions.
They came with flags, with fire, with steel,
Spoke of trade, yet came to steal.
Lands once free, now marked and chained,
A stranger's law, a tyrant's reign.
They mapped the sky, they named the trees,
Measured rivers, claimed the seas.
Their words replaced the native tongue,
Ancient songs left unsung.
Not just land—our minds they took,
Rewrote the past in gilded books.
Fed us myths, erased our lore,
Left us questioning once more.
But seeds remember, roots hold tight,
Through cracks, we rise, reclaim the light.
For chains can break, and minds unbend—
A story stolen finds its end.
Deforestation
Sore cosmos, maimed nature
Silently pouring irate invective
On myopic mortals
Without a lamp or vista
Beauty lost to the beast
Pristine lands, barren grounds
Green fields, brown meadows
Nature mislay, love lost
Man's gain, nature's pain
Buy the forest, sell it not
The Owl mourns its lost cottage
The Lion roars in disillusion
At the sight of its looted Kingdom
Elephants trumpet in hunger and anger
Loud wails echo in the animal kingdom
As humanity hails new conquest
Snow-covered oceans thawing
Seals, sore memories for Bears
The forest shaved bald
As the torrents become bold
Temperature soaring
Men rejoicing
In cathedrals without hues.
From Echoes from the Savannah © Makinde Adebayo Adeniyi, 2024
MIND CONQUEST
In a world of noise & ceaseless commotion,
Distractions swirl & cause inner erosion.
I set out to conquer & set my way clear,
To access the light of God's word, ever so near.
In the dawn's embrace, I seek solace profound.
Where tranquility reigns, peace can be found.
With steadfast resolve, I banish the haze,
I focus my heart on the divine's guiding rays.
For distractions surround like a tempest's gust,
But to reach the light, I must firmly trust.
I shut out the noise, for it leads me astray,
To navigate this maze, I find a new way.
Plagued by thoughts that wander and meander,
I cast them aside with intentions pure and tender.
In the stillness of silence, I seek clarity,
To access God's word, the ultimate reality.
With steadfast devotion, I delve into scripture,
Its wisdom a beacon, a divine elixir.
I drink from its pages, the truth and grace,
Renewing my spirit, in God's loving embrace.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright ©? November 2023.
At dawn, in stillness
Something found me
A presence—calm as water
Yet fierce as lightning
Eyes like flames
Form like bronze in fire
Christ—
The Redeemer
His voice thundered through me
And I knew
Darkness walks the earth in hunger
Dressed as desire
Speaking in whispers
Feeding on weakness
But fear not
For who contends with the Lord?
Light to the path
Guardian of the small and the great
Stand firm
For every knee shall bow
And every tongue confess
God reigns above all
He gave his life to raise the flag of victory on enemy's porch
May 15, 2023
Robert Conquest 'Man & Woman'
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I am about to make a request
You might sooner turn down than test,
For all its promise of conquest
Of the hard men, who us detest
And of our doomed end turned a quest:
To start laughing with them the Best,
Their stinking foams for our glad rest,
Our way worming into each breast,
In farms helping them to fight pest,
From grabbing hands property wrest
Each one of them: Most Honored Guest
To be accordingly addressed...
You mark by words like on-shirt crest:
Watchers shall us praise from East and West
At Austerlitz I two nations vanquished;
making me historically distinguished.
At Marengo I had Austria subdued;
then I was to honour undoubtedly glued.
At the Pyramids, Mamluks kissed the sands;
then like a French Pharaoh I annexed their lands.
At Jena-Auerstadt, Prussia to her knees fell,
to avoid carnage, and possibly hell.
At Borodino, Kutuzov my boots licked,
as his Russian forces had their arses kicked.
At Ligny, Blucher like a coward fled,
as his smitten forces profusely bled.
At Toulon I first distinguished myself
for a career that would exalt oneself.
Rolica, Leipzig, Waterloo like curses came,
but history will forever my triumphs reclaim.
To George Robert Conquest
conservative form were a poetic zest
A leader of the 'movement'
poets on convention bent
The magic in the sky,
Is a reflection of your eyes.
As I see them,
I see the glance of an epitome of love.
I plead with you to conquer my heart in your conquest.
Such treasure is a desirable venture.
My heart is taken aback,
Hopefully I shall not sew my little pocket back,
To keep my heart away and close to you...
[paraphrase of a Svan folksong]
I, I am Queen Tamar
I raised myself to Heaven
I dug up a barren mountain
I left only a deep hole
I put the sword to Constantinople
I drove them into the sea
I made their lands my lands.
Devil is a liar
Works with fire
He is also the fire
Claims to be higher
Than the almighty Father
Has everyone's lustful desire
Designed the blissful gracious supplier
Get you going crazy higher
To getting things with all means possibly require
Thus, get many hired
To continue spreading and capturing hearts for hellfire
Yet holds you with pliers
And shocks you like live wires
Upon all, he never relent
Jesus Christ also never retire
The holy spirit is ready to set you on fire
He needs your readiness and consent
Already you have his grace acquired
More to it is the great power
For in spirit you need be empowered
If thou shall stand a place to go farther
Though, satan in no instance ever misfire
Both are in league
Keep pushing; no excuse, not even fatigue
© 2020
® Olábòsóyè Wèmímó Oláolúwá
I looked, behold, there stood a great white horse;
Its rider had a lethal, silent bow.
And on his head, a crown, rough-hewn and coarse,
And there he went, a-conquering his foe.
And lo, there came another horse, bright red;
Its rider reaped the peace and sowed discord
So great that people slew each other dead,
And in his hand, a perilous great sword.
A stallion, black like the night, then strode;
The rider’s hand gripped scales, ‘twas heard a voice:
“The cost of wheat and barley shall explode;
Harm not the finest oils and wines of choice!”
Alas, a proud horse, pale and bearing Death,
With Hades lurking close behind in tow,
Brought famine, war and pestilence, snatched breath,
And left a wake of desolation, woe.
(from Revelation 6)
Every day I look for you,
every day I conquer you...
just that way,
another day, i repeat...
every day love
is the same but different...
Is it tiring...?
No, it's stimulating... !
It's similar to novel love,
every day... is something,
excitant... !
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