Long Revolt Poems
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Inheriting awful army from his father,
Alexander became his life-script’s author;
Schooled by best of philosophers in history,
Gaining in all arts sky-high mastery;
At the slaughter of his father by an enemy,
In a wedding of the very royal family;
Murdering many to capture his power,
Fighting wars with half-mother and sister;
Suppressing many a mighty revolt,
To tribes, states and kingdoms putting a bolt;
Confronted by Persians and nearly got killed,
Won laurels, fighting and much blood spilled;
Encountering Darius for his kingdom great,
Getting him, amidst all odds; deciding his fate;
Disillusioned by a simple sage of India,
On his expedition toward annexation mania;
Fighting against Porus, king of Pauravas,
Turning back at the insistence of army, anxious;
Establishing an empire by great breakthrough,
Yet, leaving it at a youthful age of mere thirty two;
Who could imagine of the collapse of his kingdom,
At his death, as though a natural martyrdom…?
Entire life spent in capturing them inch by inch,
How one might guess every inch has its flinch?
Yet to me, his life was not a bundle of victory or loses,
Isn’t success and failure part of Pandora boxes?
He ate; he drank; like true king he fought battles,
He ran his life through plains and hills and stumbles;
He craved for land; this he considerably captured,
Though, ultimately, six feet was all that he needed…!
06 December 2021
Farewell, dear America, farewell for now.
The gold that once gleamed bright and shiny
upon a hill built through toil,
built with faith and dreams,
is for many just a glimmer
far away, it seems.
Built by those in revolt
against kings and unfair tax,
built by those in chains
with stripes on their backs,
built by those whose beliefs
were stronger than those
who wanted their own brand
of tyranny imposed.
Farewell, dear America, farewell for now.
Miss Liberty hasn't taken her final bow.
She is patient and caring.
She has seen the worst and the best.
She carries the torch high
in memory of those who now rest,
who fought the good fight,
who gave America their all,
who sacrificed everything
to answer the Liberty Bell's call.
We shall not bow down, nor bend a knee.
We shall not live in fear, nor flee.
This is our country, our land, our home,
where voices and deeds
have woven a beautiful poem
that shall ever be spoken,
be sung, be read
by ones who cherish
true Freedom instead
of being once again enslaved
to power, to greed,
but rather hold their heads high
in days of darkness, in days of anger
and in times of need.
Yes, farewell dear America, farewell for now.
You are like a ship of mercy, of love and compassion
with a shining golden bow, and sails so strong that no winds can rend.
We look forward to sailing upon that ship soon,
yes, soon, once again.
waiting to retreat
enduring
then turning courage
in a
moment
of change
to bravery
no longer deceived
truth
replaces remorse
rooted
& blessed
by reason
riding the tide
across
the evening
into night
grief prevented
innocence deserted
the positive
rejoices
&bids farewell
estranged&
changed
survives
the revolt
uneasy sleeps
the lonely
loud
the sounds
of feelings
of alarm
in
default of loving
care
in the pursuit
of
pleasure
in the mirror
notice&belief
&discipline
quiet
elements
with gestures
of praise
to admire&observe
in wonder
designed to shield
&display
authority
in the temporal
&imbibe
the possible
secrete
the lovely
float
the concrete
into the valley
of self
to escape the threat
which beckons
in the
voice of passion
to invoke
lapsed glory
&its reward
dogma speaks aloud
concern
listens
contrives
to open
the seige ahead
with
a
tale
of joy
Written By: D. Collins 6/20/19
By starving the people, we're hoping they will revolt.
But, that may not come to be the end result.
Those same people may see us from a different view.
Through the eyes of malice by us appeasing the Jews.
We went even further in draining all of their blood.
Sanctioning any country that tried to show them love.
It is downright cruel to starve the whole of a people.
Killing economies for no good rhyme or reason.
What if all sanctioned countries started teaming up?
With something in common for coming after us.
To starve the whole of a people just ain't right.
Go after the players, not all human life.
If we play this game it may have the opposite effect.
As that of Louie the 14th and Marie Antoinette.
If sanctions don't work should we "obliterate" them?
All on the word of toupee wearing white men?
Quit it! Stop being hypocritical about freedom
What type or what kind that you are talking about?
Be serious! Keep on talking about freedom
Until you drive me to boredom
Until I am strong enough to eat a live trout
Keep on yelling freedom, freedom
Until you lose your kingdom
In Galatians 5: 1,13-15: we found these words, not in error
"You shall love as yourself your neighbor"
"But through love become slaves to one another"
"If, however, you bite and devour one another,
Take care that you are not consumed by one another"
Go read the Bible yourselves, ‘because we are free'
We are brothers and sisters, we should love one another
Yes, Christ died for our freedom, for our liberty
We want freedom in America
We want freedom in Cuba
We want freedom in Columbia
We want freedom in Haiti
Which is poor because of exploitation
Corruption, violence, hatred, pollution
Lies, extortion, racism, theft, distortion
Misery, slavery, crimes and discrimination
Stop, stop being hypocritical about freedom
Let's finish elaborating and talking about freedom
Before alluding to or commenting on democracy
Which is more twisted, complex, convoluted or mazy
Big brother is supposed to protect the little one
In this world, we should fight for freedom for everyone
For the rich, the poor, the underprivileged and the elderly
The strong must protect the weak one. Oh! Miss Liberty
Stands for something noble and divine for all
"For freedom Christ has set us free", so we can walk tall
So we can think freely
So we can wink freely
So we can talk freely
So we can walk freely
So we can laugh freely
So we can clap freely
So we can write freely
So we can chat freely
So we can dream freely
So we can invent freely
So we can live freely
So we can breathe freely
While respecting each other
And protecting one another
Oh! Freedom, Freedom. Too many humans have senselessly
And falsely die in your name. Oh! Freedom. Oh! Liberty.
Copyright © July 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Dark Forces
There is a sense of ennui the déjà vu after a feast
life is not what we thought it was, the banner of battle
no longer flies on top of the town hall.
The hero is not a hero but a figure fluctuating in the wind
and ruled by outside forces where he is only the visible
to fool the world into a shared vision of bravery.
There are so many other problems the scourge of pest
the sizzling heat burning human skin crisp
and rain that kills and sea that floods the landscape.
The undertone is getting louder; we have been lied to
dark forces seek a unipolar world, malleable people
into enslavement, where words are no longer truthful
but lies are endlessly repeated until lies are the truth.
It is late in the day, but there is a rumble of a fightback
the freedom of the individual precariously wilts like
grains of life die if not rescued by the rain of revolt.
14 years confused on a pitch without the goals
never knowing how I fell through so many holes
as each I fell through another would unfold
the brain just couldn't process storing in the vault
to later analyse and process the result
but storage overflowed and the circuit cut short
a breakdown stopped their process postponing the report
the brain was overwhelmed from continuous assault
it's called a mental breakdown retreat from the revolt
rebooting only vital zones and limiting your thoughts
thanks to overwhelming stress continuous and cold
flight or fight for too long sees hormones flood the skull
changing how the mind works and the person on the whole
misdiagnosed depression through symptoms it unrolls
but rain floods are not a sea these hormones will dissolve
psychiatric injury doesn't stay until you're old
it's not a mental illness that doctor can't solve
injuries repair themselves, a bruise a scar a hole
people caused your pain, don't let them be involved
IN THE BACKSTREETS OF MY MIND
Loud crowd of feeling
in the black streets of my mind
failing to revolt
jumbled, bewildered, confused
random, but in plenitude.
Some ask to aggress,
some advice just to forget,
better to ignore.
Some insist to take bold step,
not to indulge or endure.
When I myself fail
to tackle wicked liar,
nasty betrayer,
if the being gets suffering,
I rejoice, ‘Rightly served’!
Strong emotive urge
sometimes don’t bother at all,
ready to confront.
Yet compulsive helplessness
expect revenge by Nature.
09/26/19
'In The Back Streets Of My Mind' Contest by Silent One.
Wen I was jest a litl boy
An a pensil was mi toy
I likd to rit poms
An did mi best … homs
As a teenager
I began to revolt
I got an attitude
To the man I was rude
My writing was crude
I experimented
Adults were demented
I took a position
Refused to listen
This poetic young buck
Didn’t give a flying …
As a young adult, spreading my poetic wings,
I wanted to be free;
Free of inhibitions -
Free of rules and regulations –
Impress with my prodigious vocabulary
Attack sex, love, morals and politics on scented sheets
I had an urge to explore the fascinating new and majestic universe
And my poems were free to be as free as me
As I matured and mellowed out
No longer harboring the need to shout
My poems once again found their rhyme
And I returned back to a younger time
Full circle, I find my journey spent
Every step of the way being heaven sent
The truth, my friend, is that:
Our body has enslaved us, and has made us serve it
Day and night, winter and summer, from the first day
It was born.
It never reduces its demands,
It is never satisfied,
It is never pleased, no matter what we provide it with,
But it always is asking for more without ever being
Happy.
If
We do not revolt against this tyrant of our spirit,
This despot of our mind,
This autocrat of our senses, and make it reduce its desires to
The levels of what is absolutely necessary for its wellbeing,
It would be impossible for our mental and spiritual growth to
Become evident, and the balance in our soul to be apparent,
Thus
We would, forever, remain slaves to this lustful and insatiable beast,
Without ever having the chance to become, what God intended us to be:
His reflection upon earth!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
25 June 2021