Long Confrontational Poems
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How often does the battle rage
in scripting men and women of youthful age
to the war on which we lay our rights
calling all to the battle cry of fear and fight?
Freedom comes with a disastrous price
when misspoken words enrage the hate and internal vice
of gun and cannon roar to steal away the best of lives
only to be recorded in nameless historic archives.
Combative battlegrounds of confrontational hostilities
mark the flesh and blood scourge of future inabilities
to struggle to live in peace and learn to compromise
for land or some fool-hearty franchise shaded heroic disguise.
There is no righteous war to sanitize the tears
and children's cries left behind to remember and agonize.
Be strong in your beliefs and opinions
Give and receive them respectfully
Discuss , debate, disagree ,
Devoid of anger and intimidation
Be polite and behave graciously
Don’t try and change opinions
Or what others believe
With intimidation and insults
Just amicably disagree
Why the desire to be hurtful
Trying to out-speak and outdo
Using sarcasm just to be heard
Desperate for control and that final word
Stop being childish and hateful
Bullying is not a game
Spewing ugly vindictive words
Is not the way to make positive change
Insecurities play a part with bullies
Due to lack of self worth and self esteem
Feeling stronger in who they are
When humiliating and simply being mean
Strive for a better way
Strive for a more positive you
There are no wrongs or rights
Just different points of view
Try kindness and compassion
Seek qualities in your fellow mankind
Don’t engage in belittling interactions
Igniting troubled minds
Life is not a competition
A constant game of tit for tat
Being confrontational and critical
Is not the way decent humans act
You have created your own personal battle field
Fuelled by antagonism and controversy
It must be so emotionally draining
Being consumed with malice and negativity
In America, some people see glasses half EMPTY, and
their glasses will never be full in spite of their ABILITY.
In America, we are becoming a nation of less independence
and more DEPENDENCY. In America, some people see glasses half FULL, and they will never sat or cease to push and PULL.
In America, some people see blue STATES and devote
themselves to those states, spending valuable time and
resources in DEBATES. In America, some people see red
states and PLEDGE their loyalties to those states, hoping to gain an EDGE.
In America, some people see neither blue nor RED. They too
have a belief system, and they too want to get AHEAD. They too have political party affiliations and also pray and VOTE. They choose more civility, not in being confrontational to rock
the BOAT. They see The United States of America as one nation under God, without DIVISION. This is the way they have chosen to believe and see, contrary to anything else in their VISION.
053121PSCtest, We See What We Want To See, Daniel Turner. 3P
Tightly closed and bolted locks held
the pack back from holding where it stood,
baying, howling at the moon like wormwood;
a curdling cry screeching at its fullness
casting lit shadowy haunts
orange red blood glow that taunts;
an immense and eerie specter of the night scape
drew the pack that gathered at the gate
a far distant position of confrontational stalemate;
lost to the wilderness that once was
relegated in progress and time
with freedom of the moon left to find.
For Wolves and the Moon contest 8/13/18
Two years ago,I was encouraged by some friends
and also by my wife
To write some memoirs,
some description of events in my life
Two hundred hand written pages
in two years, since this project began
Since self discovery that I was capable of writing verse,
for six months the memoirs have sat idle, I compile poetry as quickly as I can
With this new poetic skill I am still able,
to record the aims of the memoirs, but in a precised form
Poetry I feel, provides a non confrontational platform,
when one wants to present controversial opinions, that deviate from the norm
I am regarded as an elder and I hope the definition,
includes wisdom not just age, I still wish to remain open and continue to learn
In the hope I am able to assist others
an objective, I never will adjourn
I was working out on the elliptical machine in the gym, feeling good and watching
the "Calories Burnt" number climb higher and higher.
Then, I noticed a rather shapely and attractive woman step off of the machine two
rows in front of me. As she turns and faces me, I cannot help but notice that the
nipples on her rather large breasts are erect and pressing against her sweat
soaked, tight t-shirt.
When working out, and at other times as well, I suppose, I sometimes drift off and
just stare into space not really cognizant of what I am looking at while lost in
thought.
I must have been doing this as this young woman started walking towards me on
her way to the drinking fountain.
She stops abruptly in front of me and says, rather curtly, "Why don't you take a
picture?"
Snapping out of my temporary coma, I respond, "I'm sorry - what?"
"You seem to be staring at my breasts," she rudely insinuates.
Now, at times like this, in a confrontational moment, I like to try to immediately get
on the attack and, sometimes, in my panic to do so, I can say the stupidest things.
In this case, I come back with, "Are your nipples pointing at me!?"
"What!?"
"Your nipples. They seem to be pointing at me!"
"I assure you, I cannot control what my nipples do."
"And I," I smugly reply, "Cannot control what my eyes do."
"You could look away," she challenges.
"And you could wear a thicker sports bra or sweatshirt", I respond.
At this she just glares at me with hate in her eyes and steam emitting from her ears.
I stare back with my smug grin, alternating my look between her eyes and her
breast.
So, of course, you know, we made wild passionate love in the equipment room at
the back of the gym.
And, just before we climaxed in a frenzied, naked and sweaty embrace, ...
... I woke up from my nap on the couch.
This is when I got up, changed into my sweatpants and went to the gym for a
workout.
"The price of power is responsibility."
Winston Churchill
This is a powerful voice
AltRight confrontational ears
have not yet clearly heard.
The price confronting global secular and sacred powers,
whether white or black
or everything in-between,
whether ego-patriarchal or ecofeminist,
whether LeftBrain dominant
or RightBrain prominent
or somewhere polypathic in-between,
is EarthCentric ecological responsibility.
Perhaps if AltGreen global parties
were to celebrate the gospel of communioned sanctuary
reforesting responsibilities
and caring for surfing health-seasoned oceans,
and custody of tidal saltwater rivers for wombing history
and transubstantiating DNA's sacred seasoned regenerations,
Then perhaps democratic green-trusting ballot boxes
could become sanctuaries
from SecondAmendment automated killing excesses,
and patriarchal ownership of indentured sex-workers,
and imprisoned slaves consuming cash,
and neglected, cooperatively uneducated children
and the power of autonomy owned and angry red carried
without regard or compassion
for equivalent green responsibility.
The price of truly democratic human therapeutic power
is cooperatively-held responsibility
to restore ego/eco-therapeutic justice,
green ultra-violet
polyphonic peace on Earth,
with all Mother HomeLand Tribes.
Blueberry Festival in Sioux Lookout
Travelling north (on an adventurous drive)
Off the Trans-Canada on King’s Highway 72,
In Northwestern Ontario,
I crossed the bridge at the Frog Rapids Narrows
Of the English River system
And entered the town of Sioux Lookout
On Pelican Lake, “Hub of the North”
And gateway to Lac Seul.
Legend has it, as told by the elders,
That in days past, a mountain lookout
Was established by the Ojibwe for them
To scan the horizon
For oncoming Sioux warriors
Who had unfriendly intentions
And intercept them
Before they could storm the camp.
While I was in Sioux Lookout
During the “Blueberry Festival”
Held in August
To celebrate the Creator’s abundance,
I wandered about the town,
Enjoying the sights and sounds,
And noticed the sadness
In the faces of the Anishinaabe people.
I stopped to admire a native mother
Attired in a skirt with jeans underneath,
And who dressed her pretty little girl the same,
Both of them wearing embroidered jackets,
And I thought how out of place they looked
In today’s world of modern technology—
The younger, with a sparkle of curiosity,
And the older, less spriteful, melancholy.
Gone are the traditions!
Gone is the culture!
Gone is the respect due one to another,
And it’s heartbreaking to know
That the Europeans are responsible
For these deviant behaviours,
And I cannot keep from thinking
About the residential schools.
The town begins the celebration
With a community blueberry bake-off
Followed by the weeklong list
Of sports activities and music festival.
The mornings begin with blueberry pancakes
Topped off with maple syrup and side entrees
Of bacon or sausages, followed by picnics of hot dogs,
Hamburgers, steaks, and blueberry desserts.
The air in the North is refreshing,
Void of that smell of congestion,
And the space is wide open;
Unlike the city, where people are confrontational
From the anxiety associated with daily living,
The traffic, and the pressure!
It was nice to escape city life and enjoy
Sioux Lookout’s Blueberry Festival.
National Anthem
Familiar motherland music;
Stop to ponder SG50**
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Hidden agenda
Crafty demeanour;
Unspoken moves
~~~~~~~~~
Confrontational
Words unnecessary;
Choice in no voice
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Two sparrows chat
On air-con ledge;
Morning sunrise
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Plumeria flowers
Sparkling colours;
Morning salutation
~~~~~~~~~
Spring cleaning days
Christmas is coming;
So little time
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Torrential rains
Day after day soaking;
November redecorates
~~~~~~~~~
Here we are my dear
Forty-three years strolling;
Seems like yesterday
~~~~~~~~~
Mood and movement
Sun dancing up high;
Busy schedule
~~~~~~~~~
Yes we make plans
Do this and that;
Time intervenes
~~~~~~~~~
Cold winds blow dry
Dehydrates skin;
Chill in the spine
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Happy sea of faces
Children frolic here;
Playtime at the park
~~~~~~~~~
Solitary old Kung-fu master
Resting on stone bench;
Smiles at people
~~~~~~~~~
Old lady with bags
Supermarket haul;
Weak knees hazarding
~~~~~~~~~
Meal pack takeaway
I venture homewards;
Lunch with darling
~~~~~~~~~
Joy styles peace
Fashion new venture;
Awareness comes
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Leon Enriquez
25 November 2014
Singapore
(Note: SG50** is the official tagline for the
the plans to celebrate Singapore's 50 years
of independence as a city-state since 1965.)
Did I get dropped out the sky or floated to the surface
Was I sent up in a elevator from the underground
I have never seen pictures of myself as a newborn or infant
No baby stories about baby milestones dislikes or like
Told, my cry sounded as if I had a bell on my tongue
No baby stories from parents; stories started from 18 months old
Around 5y I started visiting with dad mother and grandmother
Another girl was there around same age, she was very mischievous
Frequent visits around 6y with dad grandmother were weird and draining
Dad grandmother laid me down and spoke over me in tongue
Mother of the church is what they called her; witchcraft at its finest
Her and her daughter with church members performed rituals
Something changed; she was me and I was her (energetically)
Didn't understand reasons dad mother kept hiding my hands
I had to sit on my hands when dad grandmother had visitors
Nasty nose bleeds, nightmares and changed behaviors at home
My parents knew what was happening and downplayed it
Mom start labeling me evil; Dad was lost for words
I was a quiet shy non confrontational 5y girl, bullied by peers
Only preferred vegetables, no meat, no violence, no noise
By 9y, a outspoken meat loving bully who scared people
The next time I saw other girl she was sweet, shy, wholesome
Religious darkness is real and I have been targeted my whole life
They ally knew I was a healer, but deemed me as a demon
Paid to curse a beloved child to change the purpose to bring love
I fought those energies off for years, no help or guidance
Presently I am stronger than expected, and I physically fought alone
Spiritually my ancestors helped and I am forever grateful
A lot of perseverance; upright, feet to the ground, head held high.