1849
King Kamehameha
of the Kingdom of Hawaii
entered into the Treaty of Friendship
with the United States
1893
businessmen and sugar planters
overthrew the monarchy by forced abdication
of Queen Lili'uokalani
and United States troops invaded
the Hawaiian Kingdom
The Restoration Agreement
was never implemented
Business as usual!
Uranus once ruled the ethereal realm
And for a while was at the helm
Until his son, Cronus, overthrew him
But Cronus, too, would have the crown seized from him
Cronus feared he'd lose the throne
Which caused him to swallow more than his pride
He swallowed his children; his wife did groan
But Zeus, she managed to hide
Zeus would eventually rescue his swallowed kin
A potion given to Cronus caused him to 'hurl' them out
But for the throne, there would be a war to win
In their battle with Cronus, victory came about
Thunder rumbled, and a dark cloud coils
Now it was time to divide the spoils
Cronus was imprisoned, never to be set free
Zeus got the sky and Poseidon the sea
Colonisation Poetry Contest
Kai Michael Neumann
Hawaii, my birthplace, and hometown
Fell victim of being colonized and uprooted
Those dirty rats ceased the cheese
By the 1900's the U.S annexed the territory
In other words, Hawaii was taken by force
And without consent
It's like the dirty rats came in and flexed their muscle
Much to the heartache and protest of the natives
Those disease-carrying rodents overthrew the kingdom
Queen Liliuokalani was forced to abdicate
A cultural genocide took root
The teachings of Hawaiian in schools wiped out
Housing and land requisitioned and displaced by military bases
And the underbelly of those dirty rats grew and grew
Today Hawaii is still a tropical paradise
Tourists flock to the island in droves
There are palm trees and sandy beaches everywhere
But it's the whispers and echoes of the natives
Pointing a finger at the dirty rats
And bemoaning their freedom and the 50th star on the flag
That will be forever lost
N/A-Another one. What else is new? I should go back to playing checkers.
I wanted to find freedom
To be all by myself
To do the things I’d love to do
Put nothing on the shelf
And then, at last I found her
She was awesome, she was fun
She took me here and overthrew
‘What worries? I had none!’
I did everything my heart craved for
Life was beautiful and cool
But then, I started noticing
Freedom used me like a tool
She became too disrespectful
Spoke to me like I was a child
I didn’t like her anymore
I found her a bit too wild
She left me quite exhausted
And also unfulfilled
I got what I was craving
But my longings were not stilled
I longed for what I needed
So I took another dive
But now with a much better goal
The true purpose of my life.
Wendy Nipas
He spoke and what He willed appeared,
then stooped and scooped hands full of clay.
He shaped a man whose eyes were closed,
till He blew breath into his nose.
When enemies against Him stood,
His hands defeated all his foes.
Pharaoh’s army He overthrew,
heathen armies were conquered too.
As He walked in flesh among us
those hands, the sick and broken healed.
With two fish and five loaves of bread
five thousand men, those kind hands fed.
After his usual busy days,
those hands that healed and helped were clasped.
The early watches of the night
were used to pray for divine might.
Those hands that wrought good without fail
were spread out wide and pierced with nails.
The cruel hands of evil men
performed the deed that prophets penned.
Those hands the course of history guides,
though crass chance seems to hold the reins.
His sovereign sway will win the day,
goodness shall triumph all the way.
Those hands that formed Adam from clay
and guides the way, while holding sway,
which always did all that they could,
reveal to us that God is good.
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The parties of the buffalo
Presented (mis)guidance to my mind
Symptoms of sanity - I forgot
Poured tricks into my ears
Empty it of instructions
Loosened the strings of light from my forehead
Fell me into the misfortune of corruption - overthrew me from the right path
So that my light does not touch its radiance.
The sterility of their torture
Poured bitterness / A crack in my heart
So I sang to them:
With the truest of repentance
A song that outweighs the scale of rewards
A song whose lyrics is thunder - my voice thunderclap
A song whose garment is lightning
A song about A God who exalts himself
The one who made cell a sperm - caused growth from embryo - created bones - clothed with fine meat - made veins cross - guided the body part to do their thing.
The residue of you scent stronger this time
The blood stained a pattern of liking.
The fingerprints you embedded left a trail of depression, even though i resided beside you.
Smelling your DNA ran throw my blood, smelling your DNA overthrew the power to smell normal.
My sense of being has diminished
While your DNA overthrew my pattern
Your blood stained my soul, as my soul departed from this universe.
I cannot fathom your position
But your DNA matched. I cannot think of your worries, but your trail matches as the liquids pour.
While your smell smelt familiar
Your DNA was tarnished, just
As you tarnished my trail.
Regardless where you go I
Can smell your DNA through
My blood.
She had no idea what a fantastic legacy of enlightenment she left
She was assertive woman who took no guff from any mortals.
Her self-confidence was well known; she was feared by men.
She gladly overthrew her husband and her cousin to get power
Perhaps she sensed she would only live to the age of sixty-seven.
But she decided she had a lot of work to do. She hired artists and poets.
Surrounded herself with sculptors, dancers, singers and, orators.
She uplifted women in a variety of ways, bringing them out of their darkness.
She created Smolny Institute, the first college for women in Europe.
She wanted the others to get ahead like she had when she became Empress.
Catherine earned her name; she surrounded herself with free thinkers.
Her coup d’état paid off; Russia became alive with culture and new ideas.
Catherine was a nurturer, a mother, soon known as Catherine the Great.
Almost four hundred years ago, and yet we recognize her term as golden.
Still to this day, we call her reign “the Golden age of Russia”.
A versatile, liberal minded woman who traded her wifehood for power.
Glasnost, unmuted voice, long overdue
Once Berlin Walls and Iron Curtains fell,
Regime of old school fools he overthrew
Brave Afghan Soviet troops still live to tell.
Achieved social democracy at last,
Cold war, diplomatically, put to rest.
Hard wired propaganda of the past -
Exculpated lies of Wicked Wild West.
Victorious legacy earned at his best.
January 10, 2021
During my pleasant and leisurely morning strolls
Gaze at the enthralling golden shower clusters.
Like to laze near that tree, eulogizing its elegance,
And reckoning how exult was it for its flamboyance.
One awful day a sudden strong gust blew
Making all the glorious and jutting clusters overthrew
I was deeply anguished as it lost its accolade,
Downhearted and stopped going by the promenade
But to my astonishment, within a short span
It was proliferated and got back its erstwhile vision.
When I was gaping at with admiration and shock,
A whisper came, “Pal, I have gained my glory back.”
I have realised no pleasures and pains remain forever
Revamping is the philosophy of wonderful Nature.
STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (17)
any form, any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Date: 04/08/2020
Place: Honorable Mention
Roman whips of bale and scourge come to death
To spill upon an ancient floor of time
Pilate still asked if he was God, confess
Hung on a cross to die for man, his crime
A selfless burden scribed on scrolls in word
These deeds on parchment read with Priest's conceit
To challenge this Shephard with words they heard
He sat in peace, five loaves, two fish to eat
Thirty pieces will tear and bleed his flesh
And weigh the scales as right and wrong conflate
Behold this cross that milled man's sins to thresh
From husks of man, true God will separate
" Forgive them " " They know not what they do "
Son of Man rose from death he overthrew
3/29/18
The drops were saying something,one day.
The tinkle answered to every with a yes.
The commotion of senses was manually stopped since
eyes were closed.
particles recruited only the relaxed sanity,verges blunt with ease in the flow.
The moulds are designed to be felt,acknowledged.
The rhymes of the patterns spoke of balance and unobjectionable,layers remained.
Tangled cliches got overthrew by the murmur still making their way.
The plates of soundless aroma,dropped from air
in air.
He razzed Iran’s chieftain emir
Cotton's had his writing premiere
The paparazzi
Might call him a Nazi
But he's just a smart profiteer
Author's note: This young senator reminds me of someone who might have attended a Hitler youth camp. Fear is his opportunity. While he is strangely self-assured, he is on the same side of the nuclear negotiations as the Iranian hardliners. He doesn't go back and talk about the time the USA overthrew the democratically elected government of Iran and installed the brutal Shah. (Even if that information is critical to the relationship we now have with the Iranians.) If talks fail we know there will be a short term benefit to certain groups. Are you affiliated with them, Senator? Follow the $$$.
…….a lot to giveaway
Nothing is sweeter than restored faith,
as too, the restored hotplate, the crashed computer
now renewed by the turn of a screw.
The electrician, the technician who overthrew such
arrogant technology, and me faithless, yet
I remember, time standing still, eternal,
Summer’s afternoons, in boarding school
left with only paper, scissors and glue and
the enchanted worlds that grew
Childhood is a lot,
too much to giveaway for this
complicated adulthood, never to find that child
the little lost pilgrim –
her inventive-ness.
I ran thru life as if it had no end
Over looking all the rules.
Now I’m trying to level it all out again
As I realize that I was a fool
I threw away almost everything
And none of the warning I heeded
Took just about everyone for granted
For there was nothing that I thought I needed
My selfishness overthrew me
To the point that I could not ignore
And it exploited all my weaknesses
Which triggered an enter war.
There I was distorted my views became estranged
My perspectives were revealed
As I was compelled to change
Fending off the hordes of credence
That had overtaken me like a contagious cancer
And now Enlighten by the devotion
My distorted soul searches for an answer
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