Oppressively Poems

An Ebon Human Nature Perspective

Pity, we’re not on their endangered species list;
Just the list of who should be least cared about:-

They fight for red wolves,
but still erode ebon lives;
we’re endangered too:-

What an abomination,
In our nation,
In today’s situation:-

For our lives to matter,
Time for us to gather,
And get it all together:
Pandemic is the Oppressor Syndrome;
We, oppressively murdering our own:-

Let us be aware,
We’ve come too far
To turn back now:
Our immunity is waiting:- 

Our ancestors’ labor,
Built this found nation;
This is our home to save
And make it a land of equality,
For others treated like you & me:-

Backward is forward

Wake
The ever present enemy
Overbearing and oppressively 
Shadowing expectantly 
As forethought always secondly 
Two minds hang suspended be
Interrupting thoughtlessly 
Relentless and attentively 
Aressting so effectively 
Contented is left restlessly 
Thrashed into docility
Numbing the auxiliary 
Concerning such complacency 
Overwhelming this tranquillity
Resolute in the obscurity
Abstracting absurdity
With Orchestrated entropy
Worn out by pacificity
Sleep

IN AND OF THOUGHFUL AWARENESS

A breathless black bird cannot fly,
Yet, a drowned fish can still float in water;
You can eviscerate its tongue, but you
Cannot unring a rung bell;
But you can knee a black man’s neck,
And he’ll never breathe again;
You may oppressively beat us to the ground,
But we shall rise again;
For we are indeed,
The children of blood and thunder
And we shall not stay down:-
 
No, a breathless black bird cannot fly,
Yes, a drowned fish can still float in water;
Though the pandemic road ahead
May be rough and rugged,

We’re well equipped with bulldozer souls;
Like butterflies, we may be cocooned in metamorphosis,
Yet, we shall soar with eyes on the prize;
We’re like the circadian moon—waning—
But always waxing back to fulfillment;
Like the sun going to its evening horizon settings,
We too, shall continue to rise again and again:-

nubilous clouds

nubilous clouds
oppressively overcast
a gray moody sky

Violence of Mind

Once a nation
Supremely white as driven snow,
Singularly Christian, white and male,
Purely untarnished, and aglow,
Grandeur unparalleled in fairytale.

Hence a grievance
Punitively bold as bloody hellfire, 
Potently prosecuted in seats of power,
Oppressively waged against objects of ire,
Prisms of nonwhites seeking justice in the hour. 

Now a leader
Colossally void as sterilized weaponry,
Glibly sanctions white phobia and rage,
Lethally enflames this proto-fascist fancy,
As corporations provide aid to the rampage.

Thus a faction
Devoutly for leader, they stand down,
Steadfastly ready for the order to kill,
All woke-ish elitists, and enemies black and brown,
That white men reclaim their rightful place at the till.   

Violence of mind
Shocks no one in America,
Where thugs are part of romantic lore.
With our ascendant authoritarian replica,
Are we ready for what washes ashore?

Published in Dissident Voice: 01/09/22

November I

Dark November comes 
a wind blows steadily along 
hours are spent in silent rooms 
watching shadows crawl 
scamper across rotting floors 
time is frozen nothing moves 
clouds hang upon the moon
oppressively like floating gray nations 
full of ice dark as November comes along 
a train driven forever as echoes across 
a vacant feeling behind closed eyes 
a dark November is here 
cold alone distant with frost 
watching the ghost 
seeing shadows run play crisscross 
pantheons of unknown design 
feeling the wind blowing steadily 
drifting in rooms were an echoe dies
lost drifting alone in dark November 
rains comes to pass 
wind blows steadily in distance halls 
hours are spent in silent rooms 
watching shadows crawl 
scamper across rotting floors 
time is frozen nothing moves 
as clouds hang upon the moon

Those Were the Days

Longing for the days gone by
When cares were soon forgotten
Which now linger oppressively
Odorous, like fruit turned rotten.

Carefree were those bygone days
Random notions came and went
Imagination rambling like crazes
I was not afraid to experiment.

Days passed swiftly into years
Encumbrances kept piling atop
My eyes often filled up with tears
Memories became my only sop.

Now, time has come with aging
I remember those by-gone days
My mind will often go foraging
Now I have grown set in my ways.

written June 29, 2021

The Chinese Spiders

You can see spiders everywhere in China
relentlessly working always with net-knitting 
For hunting food for themselves  by killing 

The most equal pursuing spiders they are 
Sharing mutual glorious dream of well-being
 No difference is allowed  with surviving 

Powerful enough for some  dream care
Their skills  are rather oppressively applying
For either fighting foes or self-esteem

Sounds of Silence Reverberating

Gripped with various sounds of silence...
How can my counselor’s heart 
and social worker’s mind escape being affected? 

Disturbing and confusing
Eerie sounds of silence I discern 
Aftermath a lover’s quarrel…

Then there’s the oppressively afflicted
Hurting silence-sounds I loathe to entertain
Followed by vexing sobs of attention-seeking teenagers…

Never could I ignore the agitated and restless
Enthusiastic yet silenced sounds from special children
Persevering to behave but cannot control themselves…
  
With this exposure, I always aim for soothing silence…
Reverberating sounds of hope and faith, serenely blissful
Vanquishing skepticism mockery that echoes doubt-shouts…
Midst my communion with the Sovereign
Who listens to me, understanding my heart… just as I am.

*Habakkuk 2:20 But the LORD is in his holy temple: let all the earth keep silence before him.

August 3, 2019
1st place, "STRAND CHOICE 7, any form, any theme" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/27/2020.

The Way I'M Not Clean For Soup 8 of 11

Back when you had authority
fact is you behaved horribly
I was your only priority
actions stressed unsightly 
lashing out as you'd fight me
infatuated obsessively
forcing oppressively 
harp so all think less of me
smackdown unimpressively
as you fail when addressing me
acting predictably 
thinking sickly
everyday blatantly 
bait and detectably 
you were really detesting me
couldn't get the best of me
but that's just how you be, 
I'm glad that isn't me. 

I react there's your smile to see
your nasty vile mind set free
just out to cause misery,
I'm glad that isn't me.

impacting repeatedly 
no slack til defeating me
an all out beating spree,
I'm glad that isn't me.

I saw your true personality
all out insanity
the narcissistic reality,
ecstatic that isn't me.

Yes you come across as an evil person,
that personality of yours couldn't worsen,
but I'll stop putting you down with curse,
it's evident that your brain has burst.

Though you come across horribly,
I'll conclude my thoughts logically, 
It's clear you behave like a moron
because you're brain cells are all gone.

Grenfell Now Stands As a Monument

Grenfell tower 
ruptures the horizon, 
London's skyline is scarred
like a blackened diplodocus 
or a charred monument
for a laconic London bridge 
still burning

But look, 
linen wraps its iron-bones
mumifying the city's underclass-
an icon for future generations 

oppressively, 
grief hauls a heavy granite cross 
as sharp rocks splinter shins 
then whips wheeze
winnowing breath 
ascending a modern Golgotha, 

who unleashed this hydra 's fury
whose black breath incinerates 
the once laughter of our kindred? 
As family once sung at Christmas,
they now hear 
the endless screech of sirens,
the contagious roar of conflagration.

Is London another Guernica? 
trodden by apocalyptic steads
with mothers cradling dead infants,
rocking their limp limbs
in a deep dirge to red-fired skies,
furnaced by council fascists
as politically the city is fractured.

An emerging phoenix will sprout, 
magenta winged against black,
from this burning pyre, a reincarnation.

a rebranded London is reborn
perused by the London Eye
ever vigilant but now blindfolded 
observing justice for the unheard 
and voiceless minority

as a terrible beauty is spawned

Absorbed By Time

Silence
oppressively descends
in dead depressing despair

And, impressively ascends
in tingling anticipation,
pregnant with delighting participation

Ecstasy itching with silent invitation
bicameral co-passioning revolution

Optimally resilient night through day,
day in night voices,
night to day listening
in tingling resonant silence,
music,
dance,
motion, 
emotion,
intention.

First of September

First of September

It is oppressively hot it as summer
refuses to leave the stage and is overacting badly,
to be a walk-on actor or a decoration in play
about summer, it is jarring.
We applaud, but we are tired of the monologue now
It is a time for the lesser actors

Charted Chains

charted chains
slaved remaind
oppressively
re-gained
staind
love
my
eyed
rolling
marbled
on
the
floor
green
greenhouse eyes
effect on breath
taking all mine
am i blind
myself
had to
know
look at me now
broken heart
on
a
plane
charted chains
?

Call For Help

Howling jolts me awake
Brings me to my feet
Opening my ears
Sprinting down the gravelly street.

I can feel it's grief and hear it's trembling whimpering. But I can't see it's slanting grin
I can't stroke its slathered pearly coat
Or coax its troubling fears, wrench them off its snowy, pilose skin.

Zigzagging around the sprucely sheathed trees,
Panting, secreting oppressively.
Wildly glaring around like a banshee.
Falling to your knees, punching the sky pathetically.

You are late and tardy
Gazing upon its lifeless body
You can't see it's slanting grin
Only fondle it's gnawed bones
And painfully watch it's spirit and soul disembody.

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