Revoking Poems | Examples

In the grand scheme of meaning

We dare believe in afterlife
lest there’s no justice in this universe
~ revoking freepass for moral lawlessness



Wordku: 5-7-5 words

Hopeful Days

Cold dissipates as the Winter bird tweets.
Perpetual treat, that enters my ear, singsong
merriness, retreats all too quick, completes
its assignment, to the next neighbor, gets along.

Stillness of second Winter, naked oaks.
A seasonal painting as my window frames.
Upcoming Spring, the loss in April, brushstrokes
that paint a vivid scene, purple in flames.

Summer and Fall wedged in between, poking
the embers, sending smoke up the chimney hole.
On this side of heaven long days, never revoking
the pact to keep sealed in her urn, memories toll.

Still heaven is hope, hopeful days of endless sun,
seasons without pallor and pain, holding so soft
hands, hugging eternity, leaning on Tree of Life; one
family in the Lord; my mother’s eyes…I look aloft.

Uniform

uniform silence
dawn’s blatant bugle exhales
forcefully revoking sleep
recruits jump to feet
bounce a quarter off their sheets
commander shows no bias

Longest Ride

The heavens have touched the earth

unleashing  darken clouds

with an imposing blackness

We sneak a peep

at the looming madness    

cringing to the clapping thunder

rendering wonders

to all asunder

Swirling smoke

churning woes            

reciting roles

invoking judgment

l hail, bowing to plead  

praying for a streak of dawn

revoking the pending anguish

breaking the dreadful accord

The Silent Soul

Stranded in the woods
Amidst the darkness
Looking for a luminous warmth
I was waiting there.
A thousand miles apart
They called me wild
To many I smiled.
The cacophony of the trees
The euphony of the breeze
Stardusted the sky,
There lied a soul
Sans a being.
Would you spring up
And hold me into your arms?
Would you be scared
For I'm a dead entity now?
I walked away from the unbridled,
Unspoken and unheard
With a wrecked soul
And a numb heart I left.
Revoking your crescent visage
To a world they won't judge
Far beyond the crowd,
I chose to remain silent!

Are They Real

A moment a space in time perhaps even forgotten
Minutes ticked away not to be regotten
Insignificant not one we were caught in
Never having birthed a moment not begotten

A thought never spoken 
Never given substance uninvoking 
Dismissed from reality revoking
A chain in this universe broken

A flower insignificant yet alive
Never being tended but survived
Still existed but its beauty never arrived
It's time gone wilted never having a chance to thrive

A heart never being awoken
Beating warm but never smoken
Does it still exist or just serves a purpose a place holding token
Or must a heart love to be real and chance being broken

I Died a Little Inside

Taking my place in your gazing blue eyes
Who stole the glow of my dawning sunrise?
As defiling your virtues you obliquely lied,
Pounding my heart till I died a little inside.

When a brilliant sunny day said goodbye
As lightening arrived to thunder blue sky
Storming my life, you left me teary eyed
Exacting high price by forfeiting my pride.

Reluctantly I disclaimed your sweet smile
As your blatant animosity put me in exile
And adulating ill-will you ceded to hate,
Trampling on destiny you altered my fate.

On my horizon cried your reign of disdain
As you rejected goodwill again and again.
Remnants of aspirations no longer claim
A desire of passions to reignite our flame.

Meaning of love soon indelibly changed
Revoking your name from souls estranged.
Hurt still remained, woefully pacified--
Lingering listlessly, till I died a little inside.

February 9, 2019
Placed first:Early March 2019 contest by Brian Strand
Placed second:I died a little inside contest by Silent One

Shame On You, Jimmy Savile

Shame on you, Jimmy Savile 
The secrets you've kept all this while 

How many woman and children have you abused 
Covered by friends that you have used
 
The poor little girl in her hospital bed 
The truths come out, now that you're dead

A girl with brain damage, what were  you drinking 
You filthy pedophile, what were you thinking

It's probably more but two hundred nineteen times
Incidents have formally been recorded as crimes 

Your fame on the air, DJ and TV 
Your celebrity status means nothing to me
 
Revoking your Knighthood to me is a must 
It would be in the U.S., In god we do trust 

So I ask you queen, to make a new trial 
And remove the Knighthood of Jimmy Savile

First Love Impossible Puzzle

Confronted with a conundrum
an impossible choice to convey
solution was simple but dumb
promise & puzzle locked away

one hand was selfish
take her heart and begin
yet down the road a wish
what life could have been

there would have been resentment
as is always the case
10 years of contentment
before love ceased its pace

other hand was selfless
must live without me today
but down the road a wish
I would come back one day

weary of the weight
impossible promises to keep
Each night I did wait
and prayed before sleep

I was tricked into a vow
by a mother who loved her deeply
She knew my character somehow
devoted my life to her, sweetly

After a while I grew upset
until I learned her mom died
with unyielding regret
I cried and I cried

No possibility for her to take it away
no revoking the burden on my back
Carrying the hopes of tomorrow, today
to solve a puzzle that even God couldn't crack.

From a High Place

From A High Place

On the street look up,
And see the high steeple,
Run inside, take the lift,
With all the working people.

Up up up to the 50th floor,
Through opulence, old wood,
Marble walls, a temple
To businesshood.

Look down from the window
In quiet contemplation,
Way over the steeple now of
Those in meditation.

The little church struggles for funds,
Swallowed from years of beanstalk choking,
By those who heard its love,
Their greed its hymns now revoking.

High high were the dreams encouraged,
From the little steepled pews,
Those who learned in it, reaped its love.
Have dwindled to too few.

Cork It Up

It's time we stop this game. 
Which has no distinct name. 
Than the already made. 
Such distressful and shame. 
Why don't you lower your gaze? 
When you proclaiming, am a male. 
Just avoid the stain. 
Cos, everyone has an aim. 
Why don't you stop this spade. 
Which always makes the heart to blaze. 
Don't forget about your ape. 
Who will surely bite from the same cake. 
Not even your mate. 
This soo strange. 
Why can't you brake this cane? 
 Into 


RESPECT ATTAINMENTS 
AIMS ACHIEVEMENTS 
PERCEPTIONS STUNNING GREAT 
ESSENTIALS SUPPORTING 

 But rather 

REVOKING BLOOD RAGE 
AMBITIONS SHUTTING DOWN 
PUNISHING THE GUILTY 
EXECUTING HUMAN RIGHT 
why? 
close that gate 
It is a dirty way. 
Don't shake 
The same day 
But try to make 
A new base 
That will sail on the lake 
To spain. 
That's the world's aim.

by Abdul Basit Ismail

The Old Church In a Downtown Canyon

The Old Church in a Downtown Canyon

On the street look up,
And see the high steeple,
Run inside, beg a prayer,
With all the noonday people.


Up next door to the 50th floor,
Through opulence, old wood,
Marble walls, a temple
To businesshood.


Look down from the sparkling window
In quiet contemplation,
Way over the steeple now of
Those in meditation.


The little church struggles for funds,
Swallowed from years of beanstalk choking,
By those who heard its love,
Their greed its hymns now revoking.


High high were the dreams encouraged,
From the little steepled pews,
Those who learned in it, reaped its love,
Are far too few.

No Shame Or Blame

There is no blame or shame
in sometimes not being the same.
Woes will oft times call our name
even if we live a life without blame.

The secret is to play the game
whilst our hearts we tame
giving the finger to the dame
of misfortune who is in the frame.

Revoking things of ill fame
bad things we set aflame
and their sins we disclaim.
It is all about playing the game.

So come forward without shame
you are who you are, so your life reclaim
and at the end of the day proclaim
to all, I am me without any blame.

Void

Divorce papers
A bereft freedom

Revoking kisses
Erasing vows

Empty contract
Failed love story 
Read between the lines

For Joann’s Shanzi contest

Revoking Doc's License

Revoking Doc's License #1

A word from the State Medical Board committee
The #1 injection will always be P.D.
Doc, I am considering to slam you out of pity
I do not mess with poets whose licenses come from Hello Kitty.
You overdose my patient RED, getting down to the nitty gritty.

At this time, your practice has been revoke
For coming after me as I wear my black cloak.
I got a grip on my scythe pressed against your throat.
Pees running down your legs leaving you all soak
Doc, I got your body full of Narcotics and Painkillers as a joke.

Dropping you like a lawsuit on the examination table with one smack.
Denying you morphine as your vasectomy goes wrong in this attack
I already drove you insane labeling you a quack.
Your hand I flushed in (TRANQUILIZER), slapping you with a black Jack.
Waking up without your gems blood all over your sack.

Restrain you in a straitjacket, throwing you in a padded room.
Covered in your own s*it as you were in your mother’s womb
Poet-ing like a disco biscuit on ecstasy, before I made you go SKAT-boom! 
Engraving your Poetic Doctor Degree on the outside of your tomb.
With the words that speak, P.D. was the cause of your poetic doom.

by;P.D.

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