That aspect of us, caged in form,
knows not it’s living light,
so fears fierce onslaughts of life’s storm,
till it imbibes clear sight.
Stretching the pregnant pause,
we get to know the cause
of conceptual flaws.
Track thoughts that nonplus
That aspect of us
The awake awakened with wide eyes wide-opened.
Calls of the screaming sea, calling calls ceaselessly.
Pound-pounding ears attend, weakening abandon,
wend sea claps yonder, and then only beyond then,
toasting impacts extend hosting eyes to pretend.
Gestures the forgiving, bestirs the towering,
ceaseless battering and charging colliding send,
the onslaught incursion shape equal dispersion.
Sea cliffs under pressure free stiffed asunder sever,
cast in watery graves caused by tottery waves.
Assembling forethoughts resembling onslaughts,
the battered is scattered about,
and the shattered, splattering doubts.
New roles, the lesser deep as guardians o'er a wet scrapheap,
shorn from tempestuous holds ...
fragmented carnage neath ruling waves rolled.
Likening autumn to beauty in death,
behold mighty trees in full bloom exhale,
as leaves fall to ground, with their dying breath;
dark seems the future, so in fear trees pale,
succumbing to thought onslaughts that assail.
Shifting sands of time makes us realise
that soul lives on even though body dies,
resurrecting soon, in another form,
so needless upon death are our heart's sighs;
God's flame of love is kind, loving and warm.
18-October-2022
Lord, see how is contended the high places
And rightly so for it attracts the shrewd galant aces
But pretty much a duel between good and evil
Each rising to the challenge of the rival
Not to bolster statesmanship or healthy sportsmanship
But the onslaughts and assaults of values and worship
And the day is ruled by the side in occupance
Tipping the land's blessings by their stance
But the nations of the world are now of our Lord
And things will veer from the imposing man's accord
And a very subtle hand of the Divine
That begins by signaling a sign
Before it slowly closes in in a creep
And clenches into a locking grip
One that halts, propels and baffles history
All to a Holy God in His Glory
I sit with pen in hand this downcast morn;
and search the Muses for more enraptured songs;
songs of great cheer, of memories heartworn,
to banish the spirits of inflicted wrongs;
before, no songs could quell the ruthless onslaughts
of life; so abject, I was comfortless;
unsaved but for them hovering in my thoughts,
wooing me with lines that eased the hopelessness.
So, wherefore am I life's steel lightning rod;
a man, and lone soul, whose quiet defense
the world longs to disrupt—invade? (So awed
am I, that viciously it takes offense.)
From such place, the Muses grant their rare escape;
where, in peace, poets can safely take their shape.
They never give up!
They’re always bugging me, putting me down
In their onslaughts of hurtful words, gestures,
Whispers, e-mails, text and tweets.
I don’t have “just one” good friend.
I tell myself, one more year and they’ll be gone
Away from me, shifted to our tomorrows
And best part is - I’ll be gone from them.
But, it’s me that’s gotta live my life, tormented
By them in their nows.
It’s hurtful in here!
This is where I go to block them out
As well as their rudeness and their tormentations.
This is my spiritual realm; they can’t get in here.
The only ones here are me and strange voices
Coming from somewhere,
Telling me there is another way, an escape.
But, I keep rejecting their voices for I know
They’re not good ways, only destructive ways.
This is what it’s like in my bullied realm everyday
But, I shall overcome them all - everyone.
W.C.Hull © 2015-1-5-934 (E)
For what reason this all-or-nothing thinking?
Too hot, too cold,—but never in the middle
I live, a victim of this ruthless riddle
that contradicts reply (and has me sinking!?).
This anarchy of mind that's got me drinking
is never gray, but too much or too little
like a deranged, mad instrument, a fiddle,
that counterpoints a melody without blinking.
Unlike my thinking, life's not black or white
but somewhere in the middle, where insane
poor souls escape manic, psychotic thoughts
like refugees from their depressive plight,
a Scylla and Charybdis that won't drain
the swirling stream of mania's onslaughts.
Whispers from a golden sycamore,
it willingly dispenses green leaf secrets to us souls in autumn phase.
Branches creak but somehow never break despite the brittle onslaughts from an ever changing volatile environment.
Sagacious watchdogs for all seasons whose edges blur with every global warming or zero arctic plummet.
Spring, summer, autumn, winter, surreal reckless slideshows... sideshows upon a wider world that’s scrambling to catchup.
Yet these stoic trees endure our wantoness so bravely,
the foiled attempts at damage limitation, those madcap retro schemes that flop like couch potatoes on a sofa.
Tall and proud they stand with stout forbearance.
Why not give your favorite tree a well-earned hug?
Resolutions Poetry
Related meanings I have to firmly determine myself
Everyone lies to themselves resolvere, "to loosen, undo, settle."
Stick-to-it-iveness pertinaciousness we find ourselves in abated promises
O bstinacy my power over myself obduracy obdurateness fosters my grit
Loyal testiments truths stout-heartedness
Unified in boldness steadfastness dedication commitment in awe
Tenacity, tenacity, tenacity strong-mindedness constancy
Intension intentness fixity of purpose when we change our minds
Openly staying power spiritedness strength of character
No one tries hard as us purposefulness resolute yearly onslaughts
So we all promise to do better
01/19/20
~Placed 10th in contest
Acrostic poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
Ouch! They cause pain whether
from human or cat.
Words can be claw-like when
attacking an opponent's back.
Being swift, cruel and degrading,
Is the clarion call of our generation.
The smallest of souls have violent mouths.
Souls in people with character can hold their own,
During harangues and deceitful, vicious onslaughts.
I need not mention who I am speaking of.
Just wish they remember they were all made by God.
And one day each of them like us,
Will be buried under the dark,
stillness of God's eternal sod.
June 29, 2019
7pm PST
Touched by terrorism
T ortured, traumatized touched by terrorism
O utrageous onslaughts obliterate innocence
U nprecedented Ultra-extremist atrocities
C auterized consciences create cataclysm
H emorrhaging humanity hopelessly held hostage.
John Derek Hamilton
June 27,2017
The póetique listening
to the reason, as foggy
as the past, untelling the
future of midnight onslaughts.
The rain of emptiness, was
playing havoc with the
fiery cross. No orchestrated
withdrawl, I am?
preparing myself for the
supersonic cruise missiles of
vendetta. Golden heart,
you will carve out and eat.
The bluebirds. They had left
unannounced. This summer
the snowy peaks will melt,
for a lone tree.
Satish Verma
For Timothy Lee
You are the one and only perfect male for this girly female.
Your body, so strong, manly and taut, is meant for my body soft.
Your hands eager, sensual assails make my senses lapse and fail.
Your manly, intimate onslaughts erase my every thought.
When your intent looms to impale, I soon forget how to inhale.
When my impassioned mouth is caught by your desirous lips as sought,
and your flesh-kisses press lust trails rendering me as velvet wails ...
oh, then ... you perfectly astound as I melt perfectly unbound.
She said she wasn't the same,
So what do I have to lose,
Besides being rejected by the dame,
Still bereft of the right to choose,
Still the lawyer's feels to pay,
When will justice have its way,
Over the anarchy of the home,
Fight back against the monopoly,
Even when you stand alone,
Anecdotes do not personify,
The enemy lurking in my arms,
Hold fast the flood's approaching,
For their verbal onslaughts will cause you harm,
Prepare to become revolutionary.
Spectacular
Solace in the words and advices that bring comfort and relief
Planning with enthusiasm the life that you deserve from now
Embracing without any fear or resistance the earthly existence
Creating a valuable legacy that resists the onslaughts that appear
Tantalizing marvelous changes that would result in great benefits
Alluring an ethereal atmosphere that exudes thriumph and success
Composing a joyful song that is whispered in the wind as a whisper
Unveiling a gaeity that is expressed without words in your face
Lavishing in a link of efforts that reap in a meaningful sow
Acclaiming you as a winner that never give up during adversities
Rebuilding the foundation of the new person you had become
1-19-2016
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