Long Incursion Poems
Long Incursion Poems. Below are the most popular long Incursion by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Incursion poems by poem length and keyword.
I sing the praises of Sterilite
(even Mary Poppins would tout
a plug for said company she would spout
forcing playthings scattered helter skelter
retreating into their respective bins
analogous to a defeated army
beating a hasty retreat after a major rout
against all odds fighting off
the aggressive incursion
of a trumpeting lout,
which troops use weapon of choice
namely breath issuing "Kraut"
which in German, "Kraut"
primarily means herb
or the leaves and stem
of a plant, as opposed to the root,
also used in compound nouns
to refer to various cabbage products,
most notably Sauerkraut,
which is fermented white cabbage.
Additionally, "Kraut"
can be a derogatory slang term
for Germans, similar to how "Frogs"
used for the French,
according to The Guardian).
which accolades vocalized
on behalf of a company
whose sturdy products
helped transform the wife
from a potential candidate
of Hoarders buried alive
into a rival for the Odd Couple
neatnik character Felix Unger
though room for improvement
the spouse tries to abide
by the phrase
"a place for everything
and everything in its place"
an idiom that promotes
organization and orderliness,
where maximizing the space
afforded by a one bedroom apartment
here at Highland Manor
taught us the necessity
of maintaining an ever closer approximation
to becoming the reigning queen
of spic and span
affected by the mandates of management
(reinforced by dictates
of urban housing for low income
linkedin to yearly "violations")
toward instilling acquiring
"the model tenant award"
by regular inspections
which if I ruled the world
would include a month of free rent
as an extra incentive
leaving no room
for the likes of Oscar Madison,
which objective becoming
neat and tidy truth be told
finds me relishing living
according to the gospel
of several people offering
decluttering and organization methods
similar to Marie Kondo's KonMari approach,
focusing on simplifying and creating
a more joyful living space.
Some notable figures
include Gretchen Rubin,
known for her
"Outer Order, Inner Calm"
philosophy, and The Home Edit duo,
Clea Shearer and Joanna Teplin,
who emphasize visual organization.
Other methods, like Swedish Death Cleaning
and Peter Walsh's approach,
also offer alternative strategies
for decluttering and organizing one's home.
Liberty is not a synonym for ravenous self-determination.
For every freedom to grow
there is a reciprocal freedom from incursion.
When our individual or national purpose
reduces self-with-other mutual determination
and reiterative processes of evolving redetermination
down to autonomous libertarianism
as freedom from infringements,
then our pursuit of happiness
is no longer concomitant with our hopes for growing health,
and our pursuit of wealth-hoarding freedoms
becomes idolatrously removed from unifying roots
of equal democratic liberties of and for all,
freedom to optimize wealth of health,
happiness through mutually nurturing freedoms.
Selfishly autonomous determination,
articulating cause for self-justifying violence,
delineating causes of nationalism's self-without-other exterminations,
is not the original intent of democratic healthy purpose,
is heading toward monoculturing degeneration instead,
the opposite of multiculturing regenerate freedoms
to pursue our mutually optimizing wealth
of health.
Beware economists and politicians who speak of growing freedoms
yet remain silent about both personal and public prerequisite investments
in history's nondual development
of healthy wealth
as wealth for regenerating health
of multi-generations.
Beware of those who advocate your freedom
to self-optimize,
freed of cooperative mutual tax investments
while hiding our collective responsibilities
to cooperatively own healthy authorities
for recycling Earth's most deeply resonant integrity
of health-wealthing democratic values,
Yang's ego-centric freedom to love
Yin's eco-centric freedom from oppression,
suppression,
repression,
depression
sunk by patriarchal hubris
of anthro self-determination.
Pursuit of global liberty
is not a safe cover story,
much less a synonym,
for self with other interdependent determinations
of and for cooperatively growing wealth,
further investing in Earth's culture of integral health.
Elitist pursuits of self-determination
disguised as synonymous with complex freedom networks
thrusting anthro-authority over eco-responsibility,
has brought us to this precipice of climate pathology,
and not shared integrity
of healthy global climates.
" A close friend was betrayed by one of the Chiefs
and was tortured to death by being roasted slowly while strung up
high on a tree branch.
His misery was rich.
His name was Red Spirit in English.
I'm very proud of the Roman's achievements in law and architecture.
They were a very strange race,
very hostile & very obedient to a sense of honor which is why they could be so easily manipulated by law.
At that time in particular I specialized in making men into Gods.
Those were good times,
making marble from concrete."
you mention your admiration for the law,
some would say that you are a lawless Being
like a stone that ignores gravity,
a Jew who rejects scripture,
Satan said,
" There are two forms of law, real & unreal, defacto & dejure,
there is color of law and organic law,
natural rights and government codes.
Ultimately there are only two types of law;
jurisprudence designed to control others actions, which presents
consequences for violation and compliance,
and then there exists personal, subjective law,
otherwise known as principle or convictions.
Every man or woman performs according to their principles,
even if choosing to comply with laws foriegn to themselves.
This is how slaves are made,
people in bondage choose to be enslaved,
they accept the domination of another as mans' thought often permits
passion to terrorize, or tantilize judgement.
Law is like a rainbow,
one picks their favorite color following it all the way to the horizon." ,
what about God's law I asked,
historionically He remarked,
" God has His laws and I have mine."
Next I asked, have you ever been in love with a mortal?
" Oh yes, many times, take a look at this."
He handed me a thin, square golden casing
having an arabesque pattern etched on it,
when I touched the item it was as though an ancient sea breeze swept over me ,
He continued, " Open it, thats Tamitha,"
He was eager for me to be eager, I said,
" Shes got a smile similar to yours."
Tamitha was the daughter of a high ranking warrior named Bartos
in a large Germanic tribe
protecting the Rhineland from incursion."
J.A.B.
The year has begun with a massive explosion, in Japan it wasn’t a firework, but it looked like an experiment that had gone wrong. It started with a massive 7.6 earthquake that prompted everyone to evacuate, roads burst in two blocking the human path and burying the people in the dark.
An entire town was reduced to rubble, stirring up ancestral trouble. building material fell from the house forming heaps upon heaps, and rusty sheets of zinc scattered in the bushes, those houses must have been built for more than a century, at the slightest tremor of the quake everything fell apart in seconds and not one column was left standing.
And just across the square, a seven Storey building leans gently on the side, it looks like one of the earthquake model buildings that was rocking and rocking in the direction of the quake, but it never gives way.
There was no sign of human life around everyone was evacuated from the town, the supermarkets and business were empty and there were goods on the ground, but no one picked them up because it is forbidden to steal . The owner will come and find them in same way they left them, that is the culture in if Japan.
The predicted tsunami that had countries on high alert never came and everyone had to move to higher grounds before destiny marched into the town, but the miracle had passed and save the town from the strategic lost. It looks like an experiment that could not topple the city at midnight.
And just when I thought it was over the twenty twenty-four rhythm was just about to begin, one airplane coming in from the cold, landing on top of the little one that was bold both collide on the on the runway, one was going out and the other was coming but destiny done both of them in.
It did not spare an hour or a day the incursion happens right away. The passenger evacuates the big plane within ninety seconds, but the coast guard plane had one that was save and a big explosion set both planes ablaze.
That is the twenty twenty-four new year’s rhythm let’s begin!
I have found something
Greater, stronger than democracy
Making every person
An equal player in the game of life
I have found that, that
Wields control where incursion has never made
Beaming white light in the region of blackest darkness
Widening the horizons beyond its marked borders
Rising to peak only years before unattainable
I have found that, which
Conquers fortresses of pervading poverty
Breaking barriers with ease of an effortless breath
I found what and who rules our world
The unseen but felt heat that stirs the pot to steaming hot
The gentle and quiet brooks of immeasurable depth
The strandless strings behind all thrones and seats of power
I have found that, that
Turns the obscured and scorned to cult heroes and heroines
Turning millions jailbreaks from prison of ignorance
Setting them free from captivity of oppression
I have found what rules the world
What demystifies ancient crowns
And humbles the haughty might of men and women of modern powers
I have found it ,that
That comes in a small pack
Wrapped in fragile protective cover of thoughts
In the deepest corner of focused imagination
Delivered by intensity of a burning desire
Sustained to maturity by grid lock of firm actions
I have found the magic wand of greatness
That which makes you and i the beautiful bride of the world
I found among the Wilbur- airplane- brothers
I found it in Albert –inventions- Einstein's workroom and rimmed glasses
In Emeka- modern computer- Emeagwali’s thick black hairs
I saw it lingering on Bill - microsoft - Gate
I found it behind YAHOO, GOOGLE corners
I saw it in YOUTUBE, FACEBOOK pages
I found it in Kanu Nwankwo, Jay jay Okocha’s laces and soles
I found it in Micheal- thriller- Jackson
I found it in Chinua- things fall apart-Achebe
I saw it following Wole – kongi’s harvest- Soyinka
I saw dying with Claude –automobile-Ake
I see it hanging out on you
I feel it in me, i see it in these lines...
I have found IDEA.. the ruler of the universe
Weigh the ideological anchor, set sail to the flexible space.
A place that has no existence in and of itself, in reality the quest into
a fascinating territory, with no borders and are of the conceptualized phantasm.
An incursion into an imaginary land of perception or maybe, a recursion,
as you define it or defining the definition in a dictionary.
This story began, in a story or just maybe, in the dreams of continuum,
only you know, for the only conjugant is that of your own inflection,
in the mirror of a mirror, where colors vibrate musically and
the sky is upside down and time is not the factor of flight and
moments do not adhere, to themselves put slide in poly-diagonals and
the snowflake effect reverses itself, building a better snowman,
who in turn, offers you a drink of music, that makes you feel, right at home,
in your igloo. Mi casa es vuestra casa, where the cold is not relative to the dynamics, of thermal barriers. Parry, the Fisher King is eating Gilbert’s grapes, while discussing the Rain man. Don’t be disturbed,
I am not the Black Swan, of the family or playing the Game,
while flying over the cuckoo's nest. In fact, Beautifully minded,
without the hallucinations, just a few changes and your mind,
went on a rant picturesque or grotesque about, what is he talking about but the digression was a fluid response, of outside stimuli and
not where your imagination is going or was or could have been but
it was captured and then set free in a land of make believe...
Once again, the powers that must
In rise again in what we trust
An overseas conflict, another war
Just what in the hell are we fighting for
Families are asking, Korea has just passed
Generations again reft, how long will it last
A country in need, to rebuild again
Flags at half mast, in wind and rain strain
Once again into war, sent by the Washington Post
To send back reports to hit home the most
Military observers were the first to be sent in
Another chapter of man entering existing sin
I'm witnessing our ariel power, Lam Son 719
US planners determine their incursion, saying all will be fine
Along the Mekong River, we'll carpet bomb their supply trail
Tons of munitions and napalm, this spread surely cannot fail
Many sorties are being flown, for the wounded and the dead
Whilst Nixon and his cronies, aren't thinking with their heads
The news of losses has reached me, nineteen have been killed
Eleven missing, fifty nine wounded, more American blood spilled
Seven fixed wing aircraft, more sons in action loss
Whilst back at home more protests, fading the dyeing's gloss
To to this job that I do, I was never prepared for this
To witness such bloody scenes, and ignore that life is bliss
How can I write about a soldier, whose name I'll never know
Killed at nineteen years old, his family he'll never see grow
Or even explain to his parents, when carried from the AH-1
His body bullet riddled and limp, when lifted it bloodily run
I never went back to the theatre, called the Vietnam War
Having witnessed the wanton killing, what were we fighting for
This colonial conflict that started, us on the side of France
So many came back as strangers, many to live in trance
James Fraser's entry into the contest " WORLD OF WAR: VIETNAM "
Alacrity bespeaks entangled, entombed,
and entrapped Thai soccer team
diminishing strength barely allows,
but a whispered scream,
which rescue against all odds
(plucked out cavernous catacomb),
fast becoming a fading dream
vicariously agonizing to see
desperation and lads bravely brace,
helplessness predominating over initial
found alive break thru gain
promising grim destiny slowly doth erase
yet resignation impossible
to ignore written on every face
despite faux (cracking)
courageous front,
now severely testing grace
under underground solid state
rock geomorphology
necessitating stepped up pace
to rescue, sans race
against time encroaching threatened space
with predicted mon
soon meteorologists trace
with laser pointer predict
ominous incursion cave
at mercy of vulnerable flooding
worst case scenario, grave
nightmare predicament
in an attempt to save
youths with barely enough
strength to smile or wave
downgrading my own fear
being emotionally incommunicado
during prepubescence
pretending not to hear
clapping skeletal hands over each ear
to blot out hyper consciousness of glare
ring existence squelching
feeble effing dare
sputtering Nietzscheism at every turn
of the (ripped torn) page
airtight barricade against transformation
into manhood stage
fighting to the death
foaming at mouth dagger like
canine teeth savagely
evincing snarling rage,
no match for reinforced
rebar invisible cage
holding self hostage,
not enough money
to pay hefty ransom,
thus thine mental health
compromised, which
to this day still pay steep wage.
Nano-bot Incursion
Nanobots began to shape their world in silent numbers
Grew uncountable before the dawn of days
In silence there is no form.
Darkness has no shape on empty landscapes
Black rocks don’t count as objects to odd aliens
Time does not stand still. It stands for nothing in the trenches of creation
Down in the minuscule world of nano-ness abstraction
Going about their business relentlessly
Expanding as they go
Nothing holds back the glow of tenacious ingenuity.
Human metallic rings worn on fingers
Seem to have peculiar effects on nanos actions
For some unknown reason strange things happen at mere contact
Apparently the shape of rings causes aberrant behavior
Perhaps tiny automatons don’t like restrictions
Confined movements to circular rotation
Perplexing them to the monotony of repetition
Around and around the band
Become disoriented as an emergent species
Collide and die
Apparently nano-bots need to expand
Naturally this is all pure speculation
If humans are to merge with them successfully
They must open up the molecules within each cell
Relax the pores above the skin
Allow the alien in
Allow the process to begin
It does not matter if this is a sin or crime
Science and technology must forge forward
That which goes against conventions
Has never stopped the building of reality
Constructing futures is what the nanos do
We are long overdue to break all laws of nature
Allow the nano-bots to do
What they instinctively know how and what to do
Merge with the human brain
Take us to their leader to new horizons
To the next plateau into omnipotence
To stand in numbing silence next to them
Spinning round and round in circles
Humming nano nano under the breath
Part II - Iambic Tetrameter aabb rhyme
Part II
Concealed in dreams, revealed at dawn,
The dark brings demon things thought strong.
No morbid mood can now contain
Feigned pride residing there in pain.
The dreadful dark of dreams means fear,
As shades and shadows now appear,
In early morning forming light,
Selecting scenes and stealing sight.
No pill can fill the empty will
Consuming and seducing still
All brevity and clarity
Of ones own personality.
To realize reality
Is nothing more than what you see
Inside the prism of your mind,
Confirms the evil there to find.
Each day may start and part in fear
(relief is just belief made clear)
When life's confounded all around
Your ears will hear and fear all sound
From days when all you thought was true
Depended on a vision view
That took the book of facts and claims
And mastered making names and games.
The fear that clears your dreary dreams,
Will float around your moat of schemes
And leave you neat but not alone
As fear is near its final home.
Now so confused, bemused and used
These needy dreams leave you abused.
What light or might or higher sight
Do dark dreams seem to glean each night?
Now lost inside you cannot hide
Forsaking all your waking pride;
What curst incursion must be made
To take and make you not afraid.
Fear will hover over sorrow,
Reaching, leaching living marrow
Deep within the bin of bone,
This fear will reach but not atone.