Dissidence Poems

Bewitching of the Falling Hours

Bewitching of the falling hours, true ascendance found
By this chance to rise, I have real transcendence found
Your lips find a way to see me; two eyes make the voice 
No tears I shed, you're being seen; no disruptence found
I'm stunned; are you a living form of ketamine?
It can't be;  you touched me, I am not convenience found
Your eyes are the stars, hard to be lost, but lost; I am
Sailing toward the view; we are their convergence found
Hold no obligation, you repair this damaged heart 
You are flame eternal for me; no dissidence found

Transcendence Divine

Wondrously divine in its transcendence
God’s love* affirms kindness of providence
Radiating tender mercy’s resplendence
Defying any counter evidence….
My heart does claim with grateful confidence. 

Marked by compassionate condescendence
Christ’s love is offered with heaven’s credence
Midst His sacrifice against impudence
Asserting biblical jurisprudence…
My faith accepts along praise-filled prudence.

Wrought with sovereign superintendence
The Lord’s love marches through grace-incidence
Redeeming those in sin-guilt despondence 
Pardoning them from confessed decadence…
My soul receives midst earnest dependence.

Blest to grant everlasting residence
Saviour’s love gives hope of trust’s precedence
From hell’s eternal evil dissidence
Imputing righteousness with peace cadence… 
My life owns against selfish diffidence.

*1John 4:9 In this was manifested the love of God toward us, because that God sent his only begotten Son into the world, that we might live through him.

January 21, 2022
2nd place "This or That, Vol 9; Title Chosen: Transcendence" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 1/25/2022.

Breathe For Them

Take a breath for those who can no longer breathe,
Their hopes, lives suffocated by unjust hate,
Take a breath for those whose human rights dwindled,
By crude ignorance, while the truth was stifled
Take a breath for those who look on in hunger,
while greed denies them their fair share with rancour,
Take a breath for those who watch in mute silence,
When they should speak to save, show their dissidence,
Take a breath for those who hold reigns of power
Yet lack the wisdom, equal rights to shower,
Take a breath for those who breathe not in freedom,
Food, water, air not for them in God’s Kingdom!
Take a breath for those who live in tyranny 
Take a breath, Take a breath, Take a breath,
Amen!

Second placement
“I can’t breathe “ contest
Sponsor Richard Lamoureux

Caren Krutsinger sponsored 
New form Poetry contest
Written 03/06/2020

New York the Damned Island

Fabled Streets into spaces of loneliness,
field hospital in central park
and the wailing of ambulances, their serpentine allure
claiming its wild certitude amid
full tides of sacrifice in
ERs as trenches beaming with resistance and pride safe from
evil's dissidence, garments with no
self-glory intent, saving lives, saving grace.
Paradox is city's nick-name, and the virus
the killer of its narcissism.
New York lives like a Shakespearean tragedy
bending its ear to earth's resonnance.

The Real Revolution

The real revolution is silent. Quiet.
The real revolution deafens. Defeats.
Each revolutionary is a rock. Pure stone. 
Together a wall of dissidence, 
begging to save their battered innocence.
The clock ticks so quickly 
the message lost in a spinning trajectory; 
Make ‘the man’ your minion,
take the drum and smash him with it.
The real revolution is loud. Menacing
This revolution will change everything.

Raise Our Swords For Freedom

*This poem was entered on 2/1/17 but mysteriously disappeared.

The swords that speak in these bitter times
are the ones that draw blood with their nibs.
Commands written and signatures scrawled
take hefty tolls at the edge of sodden graves.

We will not be enslaved by the egos of men
who arrogantly laud themselves as heroes,
who yearn for crowns placed on their heads.
What dissidence we hold for such cowards.

Winds blow free and so should we,
united in this life where evil runs rampant.
Raise our pens without apprehension
until our intention strikes its mark.

Let's bark at the haughty, the cruel, the hostile
who find all sorts of bigotry to their spurred liking.
Brand them with ink filled in weapons held high.
Defeat the bullies with bullets from our pens.

Then we will be free, all sisters and brothers
with one goal that is worth our bravery and courage.
Keep sharp our minds and pens filled with ink
so that we may drink from the cup of our victory.


February 2, 2017
The Sword Speaks Contest

I Turn In Silence

Poem inspired by Dutch Poet, Herman Gorter

"ever royal and keen"
this shadowed walk
sends an obscene scene
as the world balks

echoing unending
showers of insolence
with no mending
of man's dissidence

I arise silently,
turn in quietude
from the violently
impudent multitude


Poem inspired by Dutch Poet, Herman Gorter

Change, the One Thing You Can Count On

Change, the One Thing You Can Count On…

                                          Peace
                                    Solace Serenity
                             Calming Chiming Soothing
                      Symbiosis Unity Dissidence Discord
                        Disturbing Tormenting Conflicting
                                  Foreboding Vexing 
                                          Chaos




			                                                     SunshineWilliams

Destroyers of Dissidence

Destroyers of Dissidence




Grievous Gandhi 
Reticent Rasputin
Examinating Edison
Ardent Atlas
Tenacious Taoists
Superfluous Shakespeare

                           
                         
                                                                                  


                                                                                       SunshineWilliams

Designers of Dissidence

Designers of Dissidence



Scandalous slubberdegullions
Credulous crepehangers
Haughty harridans
Laudable loblollies
Enigmatic evildoers
Patronizing poltroons
Problematic paramours
Slanderous spirits

                                                                       

                                                                                         Sunshine Williams

Filters

Eloquence and dissidence 
merge as one in my defense~

Open eyed, too blind to see, 
the root of my Divinity~

The sleepers shuffle in the dark, 
searching for their hidden spark~

Eyes turned out, they do not see, 
the now that owns reality~

Proving ground for all their fears, 
magnets for pain, for death and tears~

Forgetful drones can’t own their light, 
caress their souls which shine so bright~

The deepest dreamers feel the blade, 
the thorns of all their choices made~

Awakened ones doth feel the weight, 
with perfect footsteps to their fate~

Filters for the worlds dark hate, 
they hold the key to heaven’s gate~

Satprem~

Copyright © 2015

Mutiny

Blue chips stared - boring
Appraising. 'Do you have anything 
to say?'
I stare back. Bristling. 
Eyes streaming.Of course I had opinions to 
offer -
I look around: solemn masks tinged with 
dissidence. My 
comrades - are we faulted?
I am the Head; I must speak.
Deep breaths. I conjure my favourite fantasy
'We offer our apology - and hope 
we are still in your good books -'
Pontificates. Obnoxious man; I chew my lips
'Oh, if you were out of my good 
books we wouldn't be having this 
conversation.'
I stare at the faces flanking him. 
Baboons before their master. 
Nose spasms; eyes twitching:
I get the message but ignore.
Deafening silence stretches 
into impudence.
Sweet relish at his petulance.
You know not what you are 
dealing with -
Haven't you heard of the notorious village 
boys?

Resolving To Do Better

Being average is not enough for a reward,
resolve to do better and be a champion...
someone moving forward, not going backward;
keep your focus on resolution, don't lose direction.    


If I had done that, I would have a fewer regrets,
been more confident and enjoyed life more as the true achievers;
are the deligent ones ever influenced by dissidence?
No, they're strong-minded and take great risks without dilemmas! 


I would have been much happier, stronger and healthier,
if I had diverged and taken another path... 
by not listening to those voices of dissuasion that 
increased my distraught, throwing me into disorder.


I have learned as others have and defeating my plans,
I conquered nobody or nothing and nearly ceased to exist...
I couldn't give or feel joy as my outlook on life was the worst;
today, I'm resolving to do better by not forfeiting my chances.

The Wilting Heart

Inactions leading to thought
The search for what you wrought
A question of who you are
Answered blind because you bought

Small comfort in ignorance
Actions fade into dissidence
Numb comfort in denial
You can’t make out the mirror in the distance

Locking the hero in his cell
Hiding friends’ faces down a well
Sacrifice does not exist
As your reality turns to hell

Out-buying the loneliness
Buying respect
Selling your prisoner
Bidding on hatred and dread

Come to reality
Come to the guilt
It does not exist
There’s just a flower that wilts

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