Swaying branches spy as secret spooks in canopy’s dungeon
Creepers knitted around trunks like ornamented bead chains
Suspended pillar roots appear as the matted hair of Lord Shiva.
Hoarse noises as non-rhythmic beats of an amateur drummer
Serpents dragging their bodies on dried leaves with cracklings
Hoots, chirps, clicks, and whoops from the crowns of trees
Whispers of exhausted leaves and goggling eyes of silent owls
Spiders’ silky webs levitating as the canvas of boats
Trunks green with mass, standing as Lucifer's lieutenants
Scent of flora mixed with acrid smell and the floor with sticky clag
An impassable stretch never been eyed by the sun and moon as well.
PLACE: 3rd
Categories:
lieutenants, 8th grade,
Form: Imagism
Trifling juvenile players harping silly tunes
Guns and bling-bling, fake love and stuff like that
I'm no candy man, never been, but I know this
You will need to cut back on the crap
Or we will forever hear your lives going drip-drip
All over a collection of nick-knacks, I'll be damned
A finger snaps and the so-called snitch screams
In between sobs he hopes this in just a bad dream
Fake soldier takes a puff from the cancer stick
And draws a heart of smoke in the air
This, he says, waving pistol for emphasis
Is what happens when you go telling on a gangster
And the lost lieutenants nod their noggins
Some gang-banger somewhere is reloading
At the station a sergeant fancies himself a swiffer
Appointed by his conscience to make the streets cleaner
You kids are swift but the arm of the law is swifter
So play your lame game and watch him work his cleaver
Too many people think violence is a love song
But the moment you think you got it you're wrong
Go figure. This is not about pointing fingers
But a sense of ominous foreboding lingers
Categories:
lieutenants, music, poetry, poets, rap,
Form: Rhyme
When I am in pain,
My ego would be the first to leave,
As rats would a sinking ship;
The greater the pain the faster it leaves!
My drives get ready to play a masochistic role.
All philosophers, Cosmologists,
Ontologists, Monists, Dualists, Pluralists,
Eschatologists, Epistemologists et al
Hastily retreat, like true fair-weather friends,
Except Kierkegaard and his lieutenants,
Edmund Husserl and Viktor Frankl: they
Stand by me; help me, first of all,
To see meaning in the situation
Where there is apparently none.
The pain starts mitigating.
The triumvirs prompt me to be positive
And do things that I can— in the circumstances,
Ignoring things I cannot possibly do or undo.
Then I find my other companions,
Knowledge, Reason, Experience, etc.,
Slowly joining hands and doing their bit.
Thank God, there is a Kierkegaard!
— Ram, R. V.
Published in The Creative Collective Anthology
Series 2, Graldine Taylor, Ed. Amazon, 2017
Categories:
lieutenants, inspirational, motivation, pain, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
her multiple attractive sites
leave him confuse and indecisive
her soft abdomen, hollows down from a simple caress
and her excited twin sisters, resonate on her burst
from an interplay below the waist.
Oh! the luscious melons of her backyard
tender and mesmerizing; unique and enslaving
make him appreciate her on top
Squeezing all flesh she possesses
brings out scary energy
which manifests with the passion of immortals
burning both in erotic flames
and sparks of voracious instincts.
Her groans, bathe with her own sweat
with pinned hands, to the surrender of his intense survey
making hormones go swift like dynamic lieutenants
as the artifact of love builds in an incredible speed.
He slides down from lips to hips
with deliberate pauses on strategic stops
as the gear of his kisses
increases with no manual control.
Staying under the shade of her underwear
shielded by the smooth pillars of her thighs
processes the raw of their love.
Now the time is right, the moment is calling
and finally, the gate to the promised land
he enters with a welcome
so magical and immeasurable.
Categories:
lieutenants, body, emotions, fantasy, romance,
Form: Romanticism
The killers are not only those who bombed this nation
But also those who knew their hangouts and kept
silence
The killers are not only those who slaughtered
humans
for religion reasons
But also those religion leaders who refused to
condemn
the act
The killers are not only those who imported
weapons of
destruction
But also those pilots, sailors, drivers, custom
officers
who let their palms be greased to let them in; also
those
who made the weapons; also those who sold the
weapons
The killers are not only those who kidnapped
innocent
children and other men's wives
But also those who sponsored the wicked
expenditure
The killers are not only those who disguised as
soldiers to
commit genocide
But also those Generals, Colonel, Lieutenants who let
them had access to the uniform
The killers are not only those who ran away from
their
responsibilities of protecting our lives
But also those who procrastinate or know what to
do
to bring THE KILLERs and their accomplices to book
but
refused to do so.
Categories:
lieutenants, anger
Form: List
Winnie the pooh is an icon
A mascot for a Canadian brigade
Named after the a lieutenants home
With the name of Winnipeg I heard
Mickey Mouse is an endearing fellow
To replace Oswald the lucky rabbit
Minnie his friend shyly says “Hello”
Poor Oswald is no more he’s had it
Wonder what would happen if
Mickey and Winnie were friends
Would Minnie get very jealous
Or would Tigger make amends
Whatever happens to this pair
A legend they have both become
Eeyore, Tigger and Winnie share
Minnie, Donald and Mickey’s home
In the Magic kingdom life is fun
Children gaze often in wonderment
At the rides and games to be won
Goodies to buy until money spent
So off home they go with their bags full
Of sweaters, bags, trainers and more
Most importantly a memory has been instilled
So dreams will be dreamt for evermore
Seren Roberts 1 January 2013
Categories:
lieutenants, tribute,
Form: Rhyme
Bravado and gaiety,
Marked the laity,
They were intoxicated,
From the problem they had been extricated,
There was a man,
Who was the swan,
Among celebrating also swams,
He gesticulated victorious,
And puffed and smelled the air,
His chest was pulled out,
As he marshaled his winning army about,
The folk jumped, danced and laughed,
Their future was free and well graphed,
Their year long fears were buried and dead,
This man had braved and stemmed the rot,
The drunken day went on for its 24 hours,
The man was lifted on shoulders that day,
And on the next there were suggestions to “lift” him in society,
However something was not right,
His lieutenants were not feeling bright,
They thought they had as much fought,
And deserved the “trophy” sought,
They conspired and brought the hero down,
His opportunities were stolen,
As juniors sighted not a pint but the full gallon,
They grabbed all that was offered him,
And became the controlling generals,
They let him be,
And run errands to their fancies and whims,
The hero had won foreign unknowns,
But in his own land he was brutally drowned.
Categories:
lieutenants, inspirational, life, philosophy, hero,
Form: Free verse