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Gaza
Strip
here
our
hills
besieged !
viscera besieged
elbow deep in ecstasy
succumbing to bliss
11.05.2019
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We are caught
In the grips of time
Besieged by
All sides unkind
What price
Shall be paid
For this unconditional love
Between a father and
His only begotten son
Besieged by a storm
The skull of death lights the night
Show of disaster
Lightning hollows the insides
Of her shallow beating heart
Russell Sivey
Time in degrees,
degrees of time
the horse or the cart,
position sublime
Hours sans minutes,
seconds besieged
mirage of attachment
—horizon to free
(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)
A besieged torrent
Unveils a rainbow nation
Fluorescent smiles
Thabang Ngoma
16-07-2015
South Africa
Sponsor: SKAT A
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When besieged by
shooting, the word kills word.
Meaningless show.
The day will unfold
bringing blood on street.
I will pray for night.
Sectarian push
decimates the forest
of daisies.
Satish Verma
mind still after shattering storm
in the scoured soul’s deep rift
stream of silent sorrow flows
with memory dregs of drowned dreams
on the dry trail of tears etched
beneath the forlorn eyes besieged
Quiet Despair
In a besieged town
In Syria
Snow falls
People starves
Children die
We are powerless
Against
Those who are
Wrong
And those who are right
Snow falls
Silently on
Quiet despair
I think of
Leningrad
our eyes searching for peace
armies besieged our horizons
on the one hand our dreams dies
on the one hand our hopes are captured
we are on fire in the hot desert
thirst burns our soul
on the one hand we see a mirage
on the one hand the oasis too far
The heart amounts to be.
Love is that amount enabled to see.
Hate is the contempt relieved.
The heart proceeds to beat.
Survival is that rhythm to breathe.
The mind perceives to be.
Adornment is that perception conceived.
Discourse is remorse besieged.
UNFINISHED
Answering with phrases loaned…
a paradox recalled
The choices, nouns and pronouns,
all verbs to rise or fall
Old questions freed, all doubt besieged,
defined and then dethroned
The power in each chosen word,
to borrow—not to own
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019)
Alluvial prayers cast in gold
Reverence capitalized
Christianity besieged
His excellency pardons
Begging paupers of virtue
Indulgence contaminates
Seeks marble idols at church
Heaps insincerity
Onto faith and religion
Purchases circle of sins
06th February 2020
boisterous beekeeper was bathed, bound and belted.
besieged by bevy of beauties whose beeswax was melted.
fickle, frantic, frolicking friendly freedom, freshly felted.
persnickety, lickety-splickety personified, pointed and pelted.
On a sweaty, snarly summers eve swiggled, swayed and swelted.
The internal warfare has begun
Machinery of mass depression is at bay
Bombs of anxiety will be released
Like a capital, my heart has been besieged
Cavities of blood gushing
Chemicals of dopamine rushing
But nothing will calm this foul play.
Nothing will keep these demons away.
Mind still after shattering storm
In the carved soul’s canyon deep
Flows the stream of sorrow silent
With memory dregs of drowned dreams
On the dry courses of tear drops etched
Beneath the melancholic eyes besieged.
August 3, 2021
Contest : Bite Size Poem No 16
Sponsor : Line Gauthier
Seconds hunger
days unweaned
compression fracture
broken dreams
Minutes uncounted
hours unnamed
Humptiest Dumpty
in pieces again
Yahweh once spoken
reason besieged
tokens in exile
pagans to grieve
One for the money
two when it’s shown
oracle harlot
—cursed and dethroned
(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)
One often sees a life become,
besieged by insecurity and doubt,
an aimless shameless shapeless thing
meandering about
in search of goals and hopes
where memories only crowd
to obscure those horizons vision splendid once allowed
in times when life was so much bolder.
It’s such a bugger, getting older.
Tiny hands are trying
Determined legs keep forging on
Frustrated eyes crying
Another slip of childhood gone
Resilient mind learning
Working so hard to do his best
Besieged body burning
His spirit crying out for rest
But he'll be victorious!
For, God is with him every day
Strength and mercy, glorious
Carrying His child all the way
Besieged
by Michael R. Burch
Life—the disintegration of the flesh
before the fitful elevation of the soul
upon improbable wings?
Life—it is all we know,
the travail one bright season brings ...
Now the fruit hangs,
impendent, pregnant with death,
as the hurricane builds and flings
its white columns and banners of snow
and the rout begins.
How do I wake up from this slumber night,
Nightmares are my henchmen...
Am trapped in that bruise,
Silence is the sealed deal with God...
My body is a nobody...
My soul is a befoul...
Am seen as an inhumane puzzle,
Sadness slowly besieged happiness...
Tension is the nervous collapse,
I sense my heart being eaten,
Relished by the devils...
Wasted landscapes without proper tenureship
Evicting the true owners from their habitats
Tensions between the economic and survival
Leached sands, eroded banks of stewardship
Artificial substitutions and the phobia of bats
Nature besieged by ignorance and the political
Denude of forests, wetlands, and pollute the seas
So producers and consumers are soon decease.
João Pessoa, besieged
by too and many people,
reacts in soothful way ...
Ps Jpão Pessoa is my town... capital of the state of PAEAÌBA Brazil
besieged is connected with its past in wars of conquest for domination,
mostly by indian, and besieged if we mention domination from the part
of dutch people from Netherland in the past,
From the time a child is born, you are
Besieged with such a flurry
Of sensations that you never knew,
The main one being worry.
Of course, there’s love and yes, it feels
As deep as any ocean,
But worry reigns as king and trumps
That sweetest of emotion.
There’s nothing to prepare you
But each parent comprehends
That, surprisingly, this worry
For an offspring never ends.
I could not sleep that night . . .
alone
you made the awesome leap
between here and there.
Just past the last breath
your soul traversed infinity.
Did you cry out
or was no sound allowed?
I laid awake;
no prayer upon my lips,
my brain besieged by mindless things.
Why did I not sense
the passing of your spirit's sweetness
in the dark?
Faye Lanham Gibson
© 3-27-2014