Inhales prosaic air
muse probes breeze
Filtering depth
as image melees
Drum snares the heart
beating out dull pain
Osmosing spores
form finely tuned rain
Patters tap source
concept ignites
Erupts into thought
exhales and writes
Categories:
melees, perspective, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
In my lifetime,
I have observed and
witnessed some evil things.
Many were news reports, but
some were eye-witness melees.
One notable travesty was the
implementation of 'A Clearing'.
It was called ethnic cleansing,
but there was absolutely nothing
cleansing about slaughterous murder.
Like so much garbage, being cleared
from our living quarters; one people
claiming to be purer than another.
How despicable of us mortals created
in the image of an awesome and loving God
who through His son said, "There is none good;
no, not one". Clear the air we breathe of poisonous
toxins if you will. Clear the rivers and waterways
of debris and waste. But be very clear about this:
There are multitudes of undesirable things and myriads
of non-mortal despicables in need of mass clearings.
But the clearing out of people by any means deemed
less than another is not one of them. Ethnic cleansing
is mass suicide. Let us love, cherish, and care for one
another and leave human clearings and cleansings to God.
021023PSCtest, 'The Clearing'. Craig Cornish
Categories:
melees, god, love, people,
Form: Free verse
Rulers of metal skein
ruggedly replacing
real life hands on humans
routine chore press button
rust buckets rule ok
robots wild cat melees
ring fence their creators!
Created 16th April 2021
NB Robots can be amazing devices and their potential for change is respected by me. I’m not anti-robot. But they must be subject to controls
Categories:
melees, appreciation, art, beautiful, beauty,
Form: Verse
Rulers of metal skein
ruggedly replacing
real life hands on humans
routine chore press button
rust buckets rule ok
robots wild cat melees
ring fence their creators!
Created 16th April 2021
NB Robots can be amazing devices and their potential for change is respected by me. I’m not anti-robot. But they must be subject to controls.
Categories:
melees, analogy, art, character, creation,
Form: Verse
Winter cold and beguiling
Pearls and gold twine woven braids,
Elegant alluring lace gown
Fade, drag crystalline pure snow
Calm and beautiful
Capture dawn of poetry
Feverish whispers
Turnt over snow
Children dress warmly
Entertaining and engaging
Snowman, snow angels,
And snowball melees
1/8/2020
Categories:
melees, children, fun, snow, winter,
Form: Free verse
Byword
(I)
Tittle tattle tales rattle.
Cabalistic cabals in cans:
Malicious mélange of melees.
Mummers murmur, mumchance mumble.
Mummichog: the perfidious Fundulus heteroclitus-
For this parlance is pestilence:
For your words, for their words,
For your walls, for their walls.
But for their worlds, for your worth.
(II)
Malicious mischief shrouds in mesmerism,
Whilst her malignity molds she forgot unfold.
But the morbid medalled she, instead to merge,
Maintains calumnies, which not calmative in anyway.
Mummichog: the perfidious Fundulus heteroclitus-
For this parlance is pestilence:
For your words, for their words,
For your walls, for their walls.
But for their worlds, for your worth.
(III)
A candid parley and caring suits…
Indeed better parallel match -no losers, all winners-
For cases in conformity and un-confound.
That’s peace, that’s reign, to just justice of the peace.
Mummichog: the perfidious Fundulus heteroclitus-
For this parlance is pestilence:
For your words, for their words,
For your walls, for their walls.
But for their worlds, for your worth.
14/3/1434 ___15/1/2014
©Abdulhafeez Oyewole.
Categories:
melees, addiction, allegory, character, deep,
Form: Free verse
Creatures
By Nathan Hannen
Out they came from cover, Covert in every timed movement, Now they march
Smashed from previous melees, Just a faint shadow of the men they used to be
A heart of hearts, They remained collectively as one, In the ending steps of their
lives
Broken warriors, Fighting against the odds, Until burned, Smashed, And interned, No
choice given
T'is these heroes who deserve paramount recognition, For what the end has
delivered
A time in the clock of survival, A vision in the mirrored image of freedom's vibrant eye
All to these heroes, The ultimate prize, Victory in loss and death, In accordance with
life
Categories:
melees, death, fantasy, war
Form: I do not know?
In the worst of times people lose their faith,
spewing words of hate through frustrations,
Turning to crimes of passion,
killing decent individuals for insignificant
reasons, or committig acts of treason,
The presure is not an excuse to set demons loose,
The heinous acts herald that the world is in despair,
and people in power need to show that they care,
Families are being fragmented by senseles acts,
Police Forces are being disseminated by officials'
pacts,
The criminals are roaming free causing all sorts
of melees,
The downtrodden are running a muck,
Citizens are clingin to survival in the midst of chaos,
Yet, who can they trust?
when their lives have become an open season for
ammunition,
Killing Sprees have gone from a rarity to everyday
occurrences,
The lack of hope has sent a society spiraling into
a deep, dark abyss......
Categories:
melees, deathpeople, people,
Form: Prose Poetry
Each generation makes the
previous irrelevant,
by redefining
the rules of battle.
Although the sword
is still sharp,
the reflexes quick,
this year the rapier
is in.
You've mastered your trade,
you think your life's made
and now it's in the rust belt
you sit.
Ah, yes, computers are the thing,
and the language you've mastered
has just been replaced
by another.
Above it all
looking down at the brawl
are those who change not
one whit.
They enjoy the melees
that the differences breed
and sit down and consider
their profit.
Categories:
melees, allegory, introspection, social,
Form: Free verse