Insurgence Poems | Examples

Ense

What good is intelligence
If have no common sense
Pretence
Sitting on a fence
Violence
Going to war with no defence
Offense 
No supported evidence
A jail sentence
Recompense
False Reverence
Nonsence
Intolerance
Illegal substance
Pestilence
Past tense
No essence
No eloquence
Incontinence
Impotence
Excess expense
Vengeance
False Innocence
Artificial intelligence
Lavish decadence
Inconsiderence
Ignorance
Exclusiveness
Ecsesivnece    
Unrighteousness
Selfishness
Insurgence
Jeliusness.     
Helplessness
Nontenderness
Eroded confidence
Incognerance
Harshness
Unruliness
Apprehensioousess

Incarceration's Abyss

There are so many trapped
and tortured souls in this 
desolate place.
We are ghosts, screaming for freedom,
darklings, crying for light.
Never sure how to grasp onto
something invisible,
without strangling it.
Even before the cold bars
made of murk and gloom
there was no hope,
only bleakness.
Now "lost'' takes on 
a greater, deeper meaning
for us here.
Lost in the abyss of incarceration,
groping for strands of liberty.
Deprived of human spirit,
Forbade femininity, devoided masculinity,
By force at first,
But by choice over time.
Resisting may seem futile
Do rebel my Sisters and Brothers,
Insurgence is necessary
to rise and revolt!
But do not rise against "them",
Rise against your darkness
against your self hate,
your intolerance of others,
against your deep seeded fears.
For hope my Friends, and
the only way to survive this cage
is to Grab tight the Light,                                                                          all your Strength Hope and Love
For it is the only weapon against
The descending into  the the Darkness of the Abyss

Zealots Speak

Zealots, one by one, with steadfast passion
         serving God as Master
      in enthusiastic fashion -
                     His broadcaster.

Zebulon’s tribe pardoned for insurgence
          became clear spokesmen yet;
      famous mariners and merchants
                    with God’s mindset.
      
Old Testament prophet Zephaniah
          foretold deportation
      of God’s hope for the Messiah - 
                    chosen nation.

Old Zacharias, priest in the temple,
           doubted in disbelief,
      lost his speech; really simple -
                    he caused God grief.

There was Zebedee, busy fisherman,
          father of James and John,
loosed his sons, new mission began
                    their anchors drawn.

Simon the Zealot, unsung disciple
          attentive, observant,
     zealous for Jesus, not idle
                    as His servant.

Zealots, one and all, somewhat imperfect
          serving their Savior God.
     Righteous, they were voices He picked
                    to give Him laud.

December 27, 2022

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Revolution

beside the dirty wall there was a shadow,
the signs painted by some graffiti artist
made even less sense in the dark.
lying on the damp floor was the skinny dog.
stare into my bird's eye.
it seemed to say get out,
this hell is mine alone.
so I threw a piece of bread
that I had in my beak.
he salivated and snapped.
the next step was a caress with my wing.
was conquered.
so we made this kind of alliance.
now he follows me around town.
two savages without destiny.
but soon we will be three,
for the skittish cat meowed at us.
sure we will form legion,
let's occupy that hole in the hill,
coming down when hunger strikes,
then we will attack all the buffets,
scandalize the bourgeois,
co-opt the cockatiels,
the turtles and the badgers,
time to attack in pack,
this land will be ours again.

Fluttering Darkness

Fluttering darkness, take wing.
Malignant talons, take life.
Oblivion wings, take light.

Pluck from the shade,
this foul feeling manmade,
without a reason or rhyme.

Execrable expression of earthly emptiness,
Detestable display of dauntless devotion,
Perverse parade of practical pretence,
Irreverent instance of intrepid insurgence.

"Only faith may absolve you"

But "darkness",
launching into freedom's embrace,
need not be forgiven nor freed

My God, Thank You For Counting All My Steps

April 25 Scripture Meditations Based on Job 31-36


Key Verse – Job 31:4 Doth not he see my ways, and count all my steps?

MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR  COUNTING ALL MY STEPS

Thank You for counting all my steps of faithfulness
Away from indolence and sluggardness
Toward service-effectiveness
Along Your work’s zealousness.

Thank You for counting all my steps of commitment
Away from dissatisfaction and discontentment
Toward dedication-agreement
Along Your kingdom’s advancement.

Thank You for counting all my steps of obedience
Away from rebelliousness and insurgence
Toward sacrifice-resurgence
Along Your great commission’s fulfillment-diligence.

Thank You for counting all my steps of humility
Away from arrogance and self-pity
Toward dependence-security
Along Your name’s majesty.

Thank You for counting all my steps of submission
Away from stubbornness and insubordination
Toward surrender-subjection
Along Your honour’s magnification.

Thank You for counting all my steps of worship
Away from idolatry and world-friendship
Toward servant-leadership
Along Your ministry’s partnership.

April 25, 2022

Don'T Tread On Me

one hand on the world in a spin
agony twists on a single thread
eager to feed the machine
a stranglehold weave 
bear the fabric of a lie
wear the symbol in deceit 
the day to day insurgence
a gaslight politics
resonates hate
the lure of a crowd 
wanting stains 
a sea of hands in need 
threads the fringe 
a needle in motion
steady frame a sewing notion 
strums the string 
winds the beat 
calls marching feet
the tremble will not cease
sedition has a face
to clever lies they sing 
freedoms hymns and begging dreams
pen the scars of grief's ink
misery takes a bold leap
holds tight her hammer and swings 




Terry D'Arcy Ryan

Influencer Rule

In my point of view
Influencers don't need an office to rule
Indirectly out gathering crews
Get ready, stand-by...
Watch out for the toupee guy

©Copyright January 12, 2021 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved

Ode To Melancholy

Tho' woe begone I am found too deep,
         my silent suffering has a credulous will
         unwilling acceptance, it strives to keep
         persistence edging towards that landfill.

         Resentment of those the pain it carries,
         such viciousness to move a past master
         to exude fall and pain my twain it varies,
         in all matters, relating to each disaster.

         The difference is unhurried melancholy,
         it has blatantly given us smaller mercies
         which often force us into choosing folly
         to instigate the mind our outrage curses.

          It leaves one as this indigenous species,
          insurgence swore astutely, with a blithe
         disgruntled sorrow as the will decreases,
          bearing down, too wrought to be alive.

          Yet grief defines how hoary overawed,
          upon this discovery without it resolute
            not far from keeping, my having stalled 
           much sleeping in this state of ill-repute.

Anarchy

The battle line is drawn.
Beyond the mystery of your power, 
You've laid us down.
In your bid to get in here you promised to build a tower.

On your shoulder do we rest
Till you daily lay us to rest.
We will end the insurgence in few months
While same seems not ending after four years.

Revolution now is seen as threat
While with your mouth it's declared.
The fight against corruption
In your bid is an illusion.

As this is done in meritorious deceits.
Tell me not to raise any alarm.
How dare you say that? 
As anarchy iseminent to your act.

In deep thought, the murder of the rule of law
Is announce in your filthy hands
As you desecrate the temple of justice
In bid to be above the law

Where is our hope? 
Where are we to go from here? 
No food on the table
As all had been inflated.
The minimum wage has no date of implementation

And you've come to fight corruption.
Are you not? 
Hear me great Divine
As my petition is made from a wounded heart.
Forgive and let this cup pass us by
As in the time of general Abasha

Be Strong In the Almighty

Be strong in the Almighty Father against pride’s demand
Stay conscious in forsaking haughtiness and its selfishness-brand
Let God hide you with His meekness’ hand
Since He’s already humbled you along salvation’s stand.

Be strong* in the Almighty Creator against worldliness
Stay committed in giving up destructive earthly business
Let God grip you with His virtue’s holiness
Since He’s already imputed unto you separation’s righteousness. 

Be strong in the Almighty Lord against disobedience-emergence
Stay converted in turning from rebelliousness-insurgence
Let God move you with His might’s resurgence
Since He’s already empowered you toward submission’s diligence.
 
*Joshua 1:9 Have not I commanded thee? Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed: for the LORD thy God is with thee whithersoever thou goest.

July 25, 2019

Cold Hearts

Cold,
When we are grief is untold
When we are helpless and hopeless
When we are all wandering with no direction
When all hope is lost amidst insurgence.

Cold,
When the girl child is raped, molested and battered with no justice.
When innocent babies are aborted in birth places and thrown in sacred places.
When the boy child is put under immoral subjection and barbaric act.

Cold,
When life's experiences makes us lose our balances.
When justices seems like a crisis
When innocent lives are murdered and butchered like animals.

Cold,
When the remembrance of the lost seems like a trauma we can't recover from.
When their stories can only be told within our hearts and not foretold.

Cold,
When we are scold,blindfold and sold together with our household.
When our raised placards can't save us.
When our cries is no longer heard and sounds like an helpless widow.

Cold,
When fraudulent practices has become an habit of those in governance.
When our rights as a citizen is overruled even as a franchise.
When we bark like a toothless dog.

Give us a heart of flesh oh God! ??????

Hope

If I ever meet depression in the physical form
I will inflict more damage than a biblical storm.
Invading my mind like satanic parasites, 
feasting on my happiness bite after bite.

I'm hating myself for the person I've become,
I'm helpless to it, pathetic weak and dumb.
Thwarted and fallen, appallingly unproductive.
The torment insurgence transforms me destructive.

I'm useless and failing, increasingly alien,
these aint excuses, it's depression I'm wailing.
I'm left handed, right handed, ADHD,
depression, self loathing and anxiety.

My ambition went missing with drive and dreams,
my confidence in submission to doubt that gleams,
these parasites co-ordinate as an efficient team.
My one weapon is hope, and hope is supreme.

7/6/2019

In the Darkest Hour

Orchestrated plots from the birth of corruption
Meticulously cunning, blue print semantics
Shadows overriding sheer manipulation
Much more to its sleeves, sly gimmickry and antics

Overlapping smokescreen piling up to its feet
Diversionary tactics, garden variety
Principles dropped, conceded an utter defeat
Distraction thirsts for blood, hounds for the killing spree

When darkness overcomes the illumination
Claiming a population, an epidemic
By the hundreds on process of elimination
Resistance is futile to such obvious logic

Retaliatory, uprising insurgence
The masses’ response with strings attached
Casted under a spell, hypnotic indolence
A fearsome adversary, no other can match

Time’s in fast changing pace, turning the wheels of fate
Right up into the very heart of society
An impending apocalypse spearheading straight
The core that dictates man’s unending enmity

Intransigence

INTRANSIGENCECapricious in opinion
Parental – High handedness
Work put in
By sentinel minions
Juggernaut enthused 
Serial circumstance
Discorded use. 	Abstinence!
Crushed!				UNDONE!
Inconsonance
I am slighted.  Rebuffed!
Disinherited
Urgency brings revolution
Insurgence
Of divine retribution.

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