Echelons Poems | Examples

Path Of Destruction

A road to nowhere is all they construct
He who blindly follows will self-destruct
We awaken at dawn just to suffer
For many, life couldn’t be any tougher

Their dark cunning plans brought to light
The road to dystopia now glaringly bright
No real care for our sons and daughters
The evidence is in the poisoned waters

Treasured values slowly erode away
Degrading further day after day
People are just sacrificial pawns
To the maniacal of societies higher echelons

Billions spent to find that cancer cure
Trillions more needed, my good sir
A doctor’s visit may set you right
Treat your symptoms for the next fortnight

To a violent world they gravitate
The hidden hand doesn’t hesitate,
The deceived are marched off to war
To adorn their brothers in blood and gore

This digital age is one big prison cell
No more coins to drop in the wishing well
Just another languishing, unanswered dream
That, unfortunately, one cannot redeem

Unison

under optical delusion of a lampshade
a mind wanders in its own galaxy.
among echelons of stars infinite
in drumbeats of magical alchemy.
 
passions of expensive dreams dazzle
only sweet scent of soft petals.
a smiling face  keeps  convincing 
a heart promises to beat in unison.

wanton restless water tames into a stream
rocked against anarchy of feelings,
through mountains of unseen bruise.
yet the stream never meets the sea.

Aquamarine I

A cold brittle Moon runs singularly in a shaded sky.
With ghostly cloud galleons a full sail 
In Deep Seas of ebony, indigo divinity.

All alone, full of frost…
The bitter chill of Rivers flow
crystal Moonbeams glow
rain into ultraviolet souls

To navigate seasons of ebony & indigo
where a crystalline satellite flees alone
While lost Children roam in
Rooms of frozen Moon glow…
That carve bare bars on wooden Floors.

Of old fears that are hidden in ivory Tears.
As cold wraiths frolic and play
In the endless night of Ebony & indigo.

Thin wispy clouds, translucent galleons, fly
High into righteous suffering 
Buried in newborn cries of nightmares
Bitter is the lunatic's rage
Pouring into memories desolate echelons.

Sliver satellites sail sterile 
dreams of mornings light
in Lucifers brilliant shimmers.  
To the end of nights endless restless laments 
Of ancient voices howling 
Raging in ultraviolet & aquamarine.

Spring Signs

gurgling water sounds
echelons of honking geese...
a sparrow’s sweet chirp


Haiku


3/30/2021


How-many-syllables
Spring Haiku - Traditional Form Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin

Rabid Raven

sheep sleep surreptitiously 

spiders spin shredded silken seances

song birds sulk soporifically 

rabid ravens rave rapturous rhapsodies


capriciously caught in clangour

I die dire deceptive dreams

tepid tears tear through torment

viscous vapours vacate venom

pus pelts my pitiful pillow

oozes omnipotent oblivion


alliterations alight anger

freeze fervent fear

reiterate raucous refusal

ruminate reverberate rancid rile


I wake the wake of weary waste

recycle random rubbish remonstrate

then morning mourns Morpheus 

mocks mountains of morose meanders


day dawns dubious daunting delight

as I tease temptation to take a tally

send syllables into space and shuttle

to morphing metaphors from my mind


until excruciating echoes become echelons

of cumbersome circuits and contempt

when restless rest revisits and revolves 

recoils at respite and the raven raves


20th December 2020

Autumn

Autumn arrives, its breath a cool breeze.

Birds forming echelons travel the sky.

Sunlight bedazzles the bright leaves of trees.

Poets like me may be prone to sigh,

wistfully bidding the summer goodbye.


Aug. 24, 2019  
Contest: Writing Challenge 3, August 2019- Five Lines- Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode

Form I used: An English Quintain is a poem that consists of five lines hence the "quint" in quintain. A quintain does not have a specific length for each line. It can be as short or as long as the poet likes. The rhyme scheme of an English quintain is a/b/a/b/b.

Slather My Lower Regions

This is me, no airs, pretensions, or put-ons
Take me, squeeze me, slather my lower echelons 
May detect a wee whimper
Now here comes the clincher
Will sing Portugal's national anthem with timbre

Slather My Lower Echelons

This is me, no pretensions, or put-ons
Take me, squeeze me, slather my lower echelons 
May detect a wee whimper
Now here comes the clincher
Will sing our national anthem with timbre

Slather My Upper Echelons

This is me, no airs, pretensions, nor put-ons
Take me, squeeze me, slather my upper echelons 
May detect a wee whimper
Now here comes the clincher
Will sing Portugal's national anthem with timbre

My Upper Echelons

This is me, no airs, pretensions, nor put-ons
Take me, squeeze me, slather my upper echelons 
May detect a wee whimper
Now here comes the clincher
Will sing Portugal's national anthem with timbre

A Skin Full of Dust

A Skin Full of Dust

Smuts cover skins barely breathing scorched on hungry hope
                                no coat and no crust trickling from upper echelons of greed
dry shrivelled breasts do not feed the babies screaming in pain 

                                   Shallow sunken eyes speak louder than words falling foul

Star dust sprinkles from magician’s dreams sends a rainbow
                           gushing water crops of plenty justice life and dignity dispensed
sharing is caring and stockbrokers applaud broken domination

                       It was a dream after all and I cannot return to slumber and peace

22nd March 2017

Whos War

Every time they incite me against you
they tell me you are my enemy
And every time they incite you against me
they tell you am your enemy
They themselves never have enemies
Not that they are at peace with everybody
But because there are no enemies at all

Every time they declare war between us
they tell me to fight for my constitutional rights
And they tell you to fight for your patriotic rights
But themselves never participate in the wars
Not that they have no rights to fight for
But because they use us to fight their wars

They turn their differences to our war
and make us fight for their power
And when they get to the high echelons
they never look back at us 
As we lay our slain,
they celebrate their victory

If the enmity is between me and you
We shall declare our war
And if the fight is for our rights
We shall determine whether to fight
We shall let their difference be their differences
And their wars be their wars
If somebody must fight,
Let it be them not us.

Tantrum

Calm,collected and serene
Then a timely vituperation
Evokes in spilt seconds
A cornucopia of rashfolly
Tempers, scream up
The meanest echelons of inhumane rive


Words; few left unsaid
Blood of a few, left unshed
All's torn apart
And all in parts, fell apart


Then she is gone
As swiftly as she was born
And left all parts; in parts
Heap of rubbles now drawn with carts
To tombs; heaped and tombstoned with hats 


Calm, collected and somewhat serene
Once more, I am
Now with regrets
But she's  gone
Swiftly as she was born
      -My untamed tantrum

Pigmentocrisy

Our world is moving in a direction that could set us back
a  few hundred years,

Pigmentocrisy, the art of achieving through complexion,

Light, medium or dark,

Merit and effort don't really matter,

The pigment of one's complexion will determine
success,

Caste systems and echelons will be put to the test,

Shades of creole will determine who is considered
the best,

From light to dark the pendulum will sway,

with lighter skinned people having their way,

while the darker complected will have to fight for their right to
be heard,

Pigmentocrisy is about to create dissension and segregation in an already
volatile world.

Dark Lens

I cast my vision with a dark lens 
uncapped and honed 
and set upon 
lovers I was seeing. 
I held the tears in brimming ducts 
restrained and damned, 
by echelons 
of almost equal being. 
I broke my heart upon gravestone, 
cracked and split 
and gaping wide 
as conflict poured unceasing. 
It bled all over happiness 
in clouds of red 
and crimson tide 
with agonised releasing. 
I forged my choice within a black spell, 
a medium conjured, 
forced to bear 
in wretched apprehension. 
And though you may not understand 
my love for you was real, 
I swear, 
beyond all comprehension...

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