Convened Poems

Two Presidents convened

Two Presidents convened on this date,
reportedly to negotiate, the end of the
war and Ukraine's fate..
Instead the President of the United States,
and his very arrogant running mate,
chose to publicly bully and intimidate,
cause that's how we "make America great."
President Zelensky didn't take their bait.
He's a man of character, a Presidential trait,
and Ukraine's still a democracy. It's not
the "deep state".

A Poetic Journey Through American History

Aboriginal tribes, ancient and free,
Bold explorers sailed ‘cross the vast sea.
Colonial dreams, a new world’s birth,
Devout pilgrims, a holy rebirth.
Emancipation’s fight, a nation’s test,
Freedom’s beacon, forever the best.
Great minds convened, a framework to frame,
Human rights secured, liberty’s aim.
Immense territory, a nation’s expanse,
Joint efforts waged, a defiant stance.
Keen Monroe Doctrine, a hemispheric shield,
Land’s westward march, a battle afield.
Mining for fortune, a golden desire,
Nation divided, a civil fire.
Ordeal endured, a nation’s renewal, 
Powerful industry, of immense capital.
Quest for reform, a progressive age,
Raging World War, a historic stage.
Suffering nation, a desperate plight,
Transformation’s hope, a guiding light.
United we stand, a global might,
Voices united, a civil right.
War’s tragic toll, a nation’s strife,
Xenophobia’s stain, a troubled life.
Yearly sorrow, a nation’s wound,
Zero tolerance, a pandemic’s sound.

Garden of Chilies

madhouse of a ménage à trois —
the bawdy chamber of the blitz,
where three depraved darlings conspired in pagan rituals,
their lover's lament a discordant dirge amidst,
detritus of a bygone era,
a winter's eve of wreathed blossoms and withered dreams,
in this sterile hothouse of sentiments,
tender shoots of succulents twisted in grotesque abandon,
vault where love and decay convened in diseased romance,
till the one dawn ecstasy rose like cold air,
and winter's chill singed the hard prickles of their passion,
now vacant bloom, fossil of wounds,
trailing anguished bellflowers in mournful amusement.

A Proven Fact

A Proven Fact
Miracle Man
4/19/2024

Politicians will lie,
to hold on to their power.
But in election years,
they’ve learned how to cower.
They couldn’t care less,
about the rank and file.
Though they’ll face a camera,
and flash you a smile.

They pass out some freebies,
and each other backbite.
Many have managed,
to overstay their invite.
Some admit they’ve never,
worked an actual job.
Most are slicker than Teflon,
on a glass door knob.

But all aren’t this way,
though I’m seeming to rush.
To paint all politicians,
with the same brush.
Democrat and Republican,
They can’t get along.
And when congress is convened,
it’s the next verse of song.

Revealed

     In Battery Point, two centuries stayed
     Settlers’ cottage, compact, sandstone stoic
     Paired attic windows see civility made
     From grim past pioneering treachery awoke


     Piston motion push n pull combustion 
     Cloudy tea cups cultivate cow cud, churn
     Tangible treaties are carved, thrusting 
     Structure schools crops convened return


     Stood in a line, life dictates we press 
     Our progenies - dominoes, foretell demise 
     Dots identify, dark remains nameless 
     Two sided story - twists a spritely surprise



     Federation funds finds plenty plausible 
     Bundled under blankets, cash in chest reserve
     Heritage heirloom has relic resourceful 
     Epic ends agony against environment of verve



                        18th April

         Ate what our ancestors Sprinkled

Ace in the Hole

In the memory of my imagination
I recall the love of happiness.
Congruously convened in small cracks,
Between doubt and ecstasy.

Surfing through ever-similar variances,
Effused with vague purpose and undefined vigor,
I groove with the best.
And yeast with the least.

Let's take the adventure.
With endless overture.

I'll wrap you in my loving embrace.
My fox among the foal.
My ace in the hole.

My Eyes So Green

Plumes of peacock -
Silver sequins -
Halls and faces are aglow.

Music resounds -
Ev'ry lady
Is dancing around her beau.

Where is my friend
Who I wish would
Seek me hither presently?

Yet I, too, wear
A sequined mask.
How shall he recognize me?

I am the one with eyes so green -
The greenest this court has thus far seen -
And they shall search those who convened
For the fair knight of whom I'm so keen.

He wanders about nigh, I deem -
And he shall hold me in high esteem
And love me true once he has seen
My eyes, oh, my eyes so green.

Let the lutes play
For he found me
And his love lights up my life!

Ocarinas
Whistle a tune
As we celebrate tonight!

The Game

There was a day once
when the factory boys
took to a rusty van
driving through the early morning dark
to play soccer on a muddy field.

Our team was called. now let me think,
does it matter that I cannot remember?
Let's call our crew the 'Raging Eagles'.
the Eagles had pimples and bad breath,
but we were all mates for the day.

It's not easy to 'rage' on a rutted field
in the middle of an industrial estate
on a misty Sunday, but we did our best.

The other team arrived full of snarky-jeers and leers.
Insults were returned, added to and sent back.
The game was more a donnybrook than
regular soccer.
Rules were made up on the fly
only to be broken.

Legs were kicked black and blue,
one arm and a head diagnosed by one and all
as totally for33ked.

Later we convened to a pub
at the other end of that sooty town
and downed a few, then a few more,
vowing to be brothers forever.

From the Rising Sea

From the Rising Sea

From the rising sea strolled the fiend,
A male serpent of solemn might.
A manifestation of night,
Scales, remnants of wings convened.

Children were no longer portals,
The feast must be a regions fate.
Time for a purge of God's mortals,
Swollen, their desires, innate.

The boiling war of forlorn horns,
Linger on the vengeful brows.
Realm’s will all fall, when mankind mourns,
Peace comes with a million bows.

Minutes of the Meeting

Poetry convention is now convened
attendance must be asked and seen
Eve - Present
Jan- Present
AnneLise -Present
Santa Claus- Present
Shakespeare -Present
Greek Ghost - Dead
Jesus - Three days late
Bach - Stringing things along

Poets all
dance and sing
paint, draw and hold purse strings
ah but some poets claim such glory
Why then do they cheat
upon Gods glory?

All in favor
clink our glasses
red wine and friendships
heaven exists
in bistros
of
honesty

The Seafarer

Seafarer sat by the turbulent sea
Watching the offing and watching the waves;
Smiling with small teeth, the color of tea
Recalling journeys and the friends he’d made;

Photographs earmarking the good ole days,
The mariner clutched inside his hands
He long for the billows, brine, and the glade -
To brave the waves on his boat once again

“Clarice and I, sailed the seven seas!”
He’d boast to beachgoers every day
Vivid tales, made him a celebrity
As he talked about quests in lands far away

The people convened at summer’s end
To make the seafarer’s wish come true
They repaired the sailor’s battered friend - 
So he could return to the oceans blue

Seafarer sat on the turbulent sea
Watching the offing and watching the waves;
Smiling with small teeth, the color of tea
Recalling journeys and the friends he’d made;

The Fates

I watch the morning people
Freshly showered and caffeined
As they head into their day
While somewhere all the fates convened…

Deciding who would sink or swim
Or who would rise above,
Whose health or job would suffer
Or who’d find that one true love.

Each daybreak holds such promise
But as hours tick away,
We realize most of life takes place
Where we have zero sway.

I watch the evening people
Trudging slowly home from work.
There they’ll prep to face tomorrow
Where the fates already lurk.

Under Heaven

Under heaven they convened 
Wrapped with the clouds they conjured
Amidst much wordings they wand 
Festering the realms of the firmaments
Tinkering with the Asoro of thunder
Blazing with the rage of lightening 
Vanquishing a host 
with the waves of the wind
thus flooding away the thrones of clans

under heaven but burrowed inside the earth 
hence tapping from every stepping sole 
unearthing the souls settled with ele
tying knots with their roots
while jigging macabre beneath foundations

under heaven but submerged in raging fluid   
deep within a zillion echoes
Creed with a million vetos
Drifting objects to various subjects
Amidst gallons grudging the seventh yank
While dipping mortals
Salted to their watery bed

Eight Pieces of Puffery

Eight Pieces of Puffery 

there once was a time in history 
where yesterday, did exist
its debuted was convened 
in a twelve to twelve physical functioning,
implemented handicapped 
surreal not made up themes
where promotional statements
gave way to fluffy half thought out 
airy puffy pieces 
come indistinguishable, judgemental men 
of individual deliberation of notion
seeking good acronyms of Cognitional news 

come notorious pin (pen)
write not hide the truth
so to never fail but to impress 
friend or foe

Congregation of Animals

Rare grand gathering of all animals
was convened one Forgiveness Day
Termites had erected a big cathedral
with woodpecker as carpenter
Monkey was to be day’s preacher
Elephant the bishop took front seat
Leopards, lions, parrots, turkeys, hens
domestic and wild animals whole world
“Peace be with you”, Monkey stated
And with you and your children”, 
others shouted back with a lot of force
This was offensive to some animals
Lion jumped, grabbed monkey tearing!
“Let me show you peace is not here”
Chaos erupted as predators waved teeth
Leopards grabbed goats; cats chased rats
Chickens pecked on termites
Hyenas dragged sheep for a meal
Kites perched on chickens and doves
the grand cathedral broke and tumbled
Termites and wood peckers the builders
Scattered in many directions, some eaten
Permanent enmity took center stage
today all animals chase and eat others
Termites build cathedral as man destroys
Woodpeckers try to digs holes to hide

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