Defiantly Poems | Examples

Eyes Cry at Cloudy Skies

My burning red raw, bloodshot eyes,
strain expectantly, under reluctant skies,
counting fingers, with tearful sighs,
longing for sunbeams, to defiantly prys,
open cracks in gray clouded sunrise.

An eye soon cries when a spirit expires,
lowering a curtain over its own demise,
knowing that gray clouds, in soft disguise,
conceal a heart, where storm rage resides.

We can’t grasp, retrieve, or analyze,
every drop of tear that fate applies,
or drown out our faltering hopeful smiles,
with splattered stings, spat from leaden skies.

Let's stride forward beyond what woe betides,
that arise from seeing skies cloudy at sunrise,
to cherish every moment, without compromise-
as bearers of gifts that bring joyous surprise.

THE JEWEL IN THE FOREST

Africa,
The undiluted genealogy of humanity and humility
The undisputed abode of nature
Surrounded by wild bushes, forests, winding rivers, 
Uncountable mountains, endless valleys, sacred hills 
And unasailable caves

The breeding ground for crocodiles, Gorilla's, Lions, Buffalo's 
And unquantifiable exotic animals 
The domicile of moonlight tales;
Tales laced with valor and splendor 

Africa,
Where the stars and the moon defiantly compete 
To outshine, and out manoeuver each other 
And Sunshine and rain are a constant menace 

The home of Kings and Queen's 
Where the resonance of unquenchable laughter
Mimics the reverberating clap of thunder
Drowning and submerging the echoes of war and famine 
Like a sinking submarine.

Aberrant Recluse

The marooned mind molded in 
      webbed design,
laces the lattice of psychic pattern,
      innately configured.
In its fold the rainbow secrets lie,
     defiantly dormant,
a captive of my capricious creation,  
     inherently content,
morphing into a Narcissus nestled in
     introvert isolation,
where in my realm I am me, 
     aberrant recluse.

At midnight, a silent ocean of ebony rises

At midnight, a silent ocean of ebony rises,
a black lung stretching over my fragile ribs,
and the bed becomes a cold altar where the body rehearses its disappearance,
a sanctuary of shadows dancing on the edges of unknown dreams.
The footsteps vanish, leaving room only for insects quietly gnawing the lampshade,
small mouths reminding me how delicately the light fades,
and how the story unravels in the darkness that flows gently,
fragments of time and memories falling like the leaves of an eternal autumn.
But in this abyss of silence, a memory shines defiantly,
a spark defying the deep silence of the night,
wishing to preserve the light even when darkness sings its final note,
and hidden voices whisper of the rebirth waiting on the horizon.
I rise from my stone altar, seeking to rewrite the lost words,
in a world awakening with each sunrise,
a universe where even shadows embrace their beauty,
an eternal journey toward the light, beyond the boundaries of night.

SOLILOQUY

Silence pierced through the thick blanket
Of his thoughts, heretofore plagued
By a quaff of exhaled tobacco,
Spiralling and somersaulting in the air,
Like a fierce missile
Sent on a sinister mission,
Before mercilessly, ricocheting
Against the backdrop of his unassuming ceiling

There he stood
Imagining the gigantic impact
Of a tiny veil of vapor
As it burst forth from his nostrils 
In a single file, before spreading it's renegade black wings,
Intimidatingly traversing every corner of the room;
He googled as the vapor ascended in a frenzy,
Like a gush of morning Dew,
Swaddling the orbit,
Before being subdued by a battalion of torrential rain,
Descending from the sky defiantly;
To proclaim the Cacophony and preponderance 
Of the generic nature of life.

up the hill

I’m listening to a song,
that’s captured my mood.
What’s the singer saying?
If it knew, I’d sing along.
but the slurry words elude.
It’s an artistic choice, I suppose,
and I don’t require deeper meanings.

A squirrel stands defiantly in the middle of the path,
A tiny, furry-tailed, usurper - quite out of the routine.
“Hello fluffy rodent,” I baby-sing, as it watches me,
“What an odd meeting, are you hoping for a feeding?”
I try to pass but it jittery-scampers and cuts me off.
"I have a test, get out of the way, you crazy nut-thief”
I glance at my watch; l might really be late to lab.

So, I leave the path to the possibly rabid rat.
if it comes at me, on-God, I swear I’ll kick it,
launch it ballistically into the evergreen thicket.
How I long for a coffee, hot and sweet,
or a sandwich and salty chips - that would be nice -
but then I would be late for class. I sigh in defeat.
It started to drizzle. This afternoon will be miserable.
.
.
Songs for this:
Out of Myself by Bebo Best & The Super Lounge Orchestra
Jettin' by Digable Planets
.
Oh, and a Christmas playlist because—it’s December!
daweb.us/xmas/Christmas_15.mp3

Great Tiny Apple

Great tiny apple 
Consequence of branches untrimmed 
Will anyone bother to learn 
That you are
Defiantly delicious?

OF A SINGLE VOTE

He stood, somewhat defiantly,
Among the “well” dressed
Frayed pant cuffs
Missing a button on his flannel
Well-worn shoes
Gnarly, veined hands
He would vote today
It is his duty, his privilege
An honor in his mind
To participate
In choosing a leader.

The line moved slowly
Each step narrowing
The parameters of his decision
He had listened to the rhetoric
Shook his head at the venomous accusations
Witnessed a sitting president
Ousted…in a bloodless coup

He worried about his grand kids
Knowing he would not be there for them
Would not be able to help them understand
Damn, he didn’t understand

And yet, he moved with the silent line
Pondering the repercussions
Of a single vote.

If we ask most Americans

If one was to poll Americans nation wide
and ask them if they supported apartheid.
Most would defiantly deny and say, 
but their our allies..
If we asked most Americans do we need a
wall, to bar people of color from coming here at all?
Should we only let in those that resemble our kin
regardless of the circumstances they are in?
Would we crowd them in ghettos where resources
were lacking but have our government keep on taxing?
What if we made them carry id cards, to police their
travels, and from areas we barred?
If we ask most Americans with our national sense 
of pride, why are we still complicit in this Gaze an genocide?

Pastiche

It was the last order rush  
All full of fun and chat.
As the door swung wide
All turned to look at what.
He wore his hat pulled low
He wore his dark hair long
And his spurs jingle jangled
Like the rhythm to a song.
His leather chaps dragged
And scraped along the floor
And you could cut the tension
As he stood there in the door.

Someone started laughing,
Then another one or two,
Great guffaws and giggles
You know the way you do.

He glared at us with slitted eyes
One hand hovered as if to draw
And as the laughter increased
Glared at us all once more.
The last Gunfighter?
Survivor of the few?
But rather out of place
In a Saturday chippy queue
He walked out defiantly.
Such an amazing sight,
Ok I suppose in Tombstone,
But on a Barnsley boozy night?

The Broken Barometer

A darker gray pours over the horizon,
    Cold and wet with a wind to subdue.
Yet with it comes a shade of discomfort,
    As if energy must begin a search for a clue.

The changes we all see have been so gradual,
    Where to some, it's more like no change at all.
So while the weather slowly reaches new extremes,
    Our carbon footprint is seen climbing the wall.

Now it appears most of the planet is cooperative,
    Attempting to alter & curtail this unwanted event.
But there's always those few who stand defiantly,
    Since their belief is, there's nothing to prevent.

The saddest part of this story is unyielding,
    As status and greed are the glue to hold fast.
And as long as some can keep a vise-grip on the last
    Oil well, they'll just happily reminisce of days past.

In spite of this, the rest of us know the day is coming,
    When our future is defined by this remarkable change.
Giving pause to our legacy and survival,
    If we're unable to create a fair exchange.

To See the Other Side

To See the Other Side

The mountain boldly looms, impeding my ambitions.
My stature dwarfs to accept these preconditions.
My prestige cowers and independence shatters;
There is no solidity in my appearance.
The fixture mocks my character’s unravelling
Of a fleeting, hysterical montage weeping,
Defiantly cursing God and parents, cursing all.
“Cajole me!” I cannot climb, and so I will crawl.
Brush this monstrosity away from my vista,
This horrid rock that curtains my soul’s perspective.
“Remove it for me!” Let me see the other side;
If it’s not good, then show me another direction.
Mellow the view and let compassion be reflected.
“Let me breathe!” This isn’t the life I envisioned.

Daily Attempts

Written: November 11, 2023
             ___________________________________________

    Oh, what strength and valor the heart may be!
As a way of enduring life's various struggles,
    Minor flaws are where it typically falls poorly.
Which develops drastically, days troubles
    We brace for battle by bearing sturdy gear.
To meet physically with something awful.
    Defiantly ignoring the potential to feed fear
And convey your fierce drive to win, lawful.
An anonymous, as feathery as a fluffy cloud,
    A thoughtless phrase, a glance, a demeanor
Destroys our smug sense of awe; to be proud
    Both stamina and vigor vanished in a steamer.
           Despite whether it is stubble-covered or spare,
           Losing may as well teach us how life will dare.

My Noble King

The sounds of hooves that make the very ground shake,
As they draw near the vibrations make the mighty mountains quake.
Just over the ridge one sees them approach,
Forty magnificent animals lead by their king.
A noble steed watching over his herd.
There was no doubt they were the finest I had ever seen.
 I watched him from the nearby cliff looking at me,
Shaking his head defiantly. 
I looked at him and smiled and said, one day soon my king you’ll belong 
to me.

A Brain Is Storming

riding on 
  superluminal rafts
the supernatural rapscallions
  descend with
delirious determination  
  into
deceptive diversion
 observing
too many indeterminists
  doing nothing
  with too much time
     on their antennae
 
it's inevitable: 
derived from suffering
 in a brain's
  stormy potential  
 where an abandoned 
shopping cart
transmits
hapless holons
 in a stationary orbit 
 above the bucolic
  neighborhood 

I defiantly deconstruct
  the illusion
of immortality 
  while
 cobwebs
 engulf balconies
   and coffins
    excrete spiders

I/he
  drowned
in the same
 river twice  
after being assured
  that no man is
a tropical island
 in a lost paradise
where the Jovian moons 
  don't shine
 
...so he/I
sputtered & sibilated
in an 
empty frame of
 rambling
  reference

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