Short Rallying Poems
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In the clouds today
Rallying blue alphabets
Muhammad Ali
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Kolkata, June 5, 2016
When rallying for a cause, do not indulge with or ever be,
a Provocateur, or you will surely fail your cause in solidarity.
Facing the north
Rallying all of my sight
Outside in the chill of this starry
Night
Thinking
Placed also where the sun
Outside the halos hit
Right in my eye
Crying as I sit
Hopeful
If I ever did
2004 2007 2013
Believe in this team
Can we control ourselves
And let them play up
To potential
A rallying cry
Goes out
Above the green monster
As Napoli is a hero
Not just to me
The chorus of criticism
echoes unblessed
Where millions hide waiting
misled and repressed
Destruction and mayhem
the rallying cry
With freedom the villain
— in hope’s genocide
(The New Room: February, 2025)
Leaving the country in desolation
Initiating an entitlement minded nation
Biased against those believing
Eliminating desire for achieving
Rallying undesirable factions
Allowing terrorist actions
Letting our Constitution come undone
Self serving animals every one.
The journey of perilous seas-
a vessel so grand-
plunging into the darkest abyss-
eagerly searching as the house upon a rock-
Steering true through mutinies,
teetering on the brink of tipping!
Rallying, never to waver again!
Yet another voyage just dawning-forevermore!
If your a genuine Gooden
A good soul
Good person
Friends and family
Will surely rally around you
Show you your worth
In times of trouble
Times of need and woe
The good shall receive there reward in love and appreciation
When it counts most
Really matters
Wrestling with his conscience
Abstaining from verbal exchange
Regretting his words
Offended by obscenities
Forgetting his ticket
What is happening now?
Obnoxious little men
Rallying in no mans land
Dire Consequences
Spasmodic verbal abuse.
Related to the football match:
And before consuming, death equals faces
Gathering health in juxtaposed kettles
Last memories neatly open prospective questions
Rallying senses teeming under veiled whispers
Xanthic years zooming away before contemplation
Death erases final glows, honoring its judgement
Wind rushes past my ears
Inside my coat it fills
Nothing short but unhappiness
Terrain and all it kills
Enigmatic is this season
Relinquishing its reason
Indoors is where I will stay
So long sunshine in my day
Hearth is my dear friend
Efficaciously closing me in
Rallying its victims
Ending all that's been
Folding in to convention
Sealed in creases of acceptance
Maligned and misled
By the false promises
Of a stolen heart
We chase the white whale
Of validation
Into waters of denial…
“Fury—the rallying cry
of our vengeful spirit
Hate—the jilted lover
of our fated selves”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Folding in to convention,
Sealed in creases of acceptance,
Maligned and misled
By the false promises
Of a stolen heart,
We chase the white whale
Of validation
Into waters of denial…
‘Fury—the rallying cry
of our vengeful spirit
Hate—the jilted lover
of our fated selves’
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
“This country is ours!” is their rallying call,
“We don't want any strangers like you”
but since Celts, Picts and Romans
no-one owns this land,
we are all of us just passing through.
“We're English!” “We're Scottish!” “We're Welsh!”
goes the cry,
but here is the fact you must face-
you leave all these labels behind at the grave
and then somebody else takes your place.
Big Ben chimes (resting) his 88th life-line
His oratory socialistically left explicitly refined
Always rallying heads above the gut-venting whines
Dissenting oratory silenced it seems, but only by Mr Time
His Popeye pipe yet resonates, smoking symbolic his inclined
A Bentonite legacy, a Ben store for the waking walking primed
RIP “The Tony” one... your way is thus comprehensively enshrined
To give everything for nothing
Occupy a desk, to provide something
Work for God every day willingly
Openly pronounce faith, filling me
Right up with all that I need
Kindling a fire, that all may be freed
Forgoing the ego for the greater good
Original, free-willed man better understood
Risking it all
Giving it all
Only to be ostricized by
Devilish lies
Altruism is my rallying cry
Turin, Italy the
Home of the athletes, 2006
Extreme performances,
Wipeouts are
Immiment,
Nation against nation,
Timing is everything,
Excelling to the challenge,
Rallying behind their own ,
Only the best,
Legends they will become,
Years of training and preparation,
Medals of gold, silver, bronze on
Podiums wait, embedded
In memories forever,
Congratulations to all the
Stars of the Winter Olympics!
I can’t sleep
I should be in DC
I can’t close my eyes
I should be among their rallying cries
I can’t rest my head
I should be marching there, with them
I should be beside the chains and gates
By the pepper spray and mace
By the ones taken away
By the students and the nurses
By drivers, servants, poor and workers
Where anger and hope lay wake
something’s being born today
I can’t sleep
I should be in DC
Fantastically fickle
Rarely enduring -- ever ephemeral,
Adamantly flexible and footloose
Gregarious, vivacious and effervescent
Irresistible, insuppressible and indestructible,
Love is all that and more…
Ever needed, ever elusive;
Homing in on fragile hearts, love
Erupts into a rousing passion and
Amplifies raw emotions
Rallying those faint at heart
To overcome an insurmountable
Sisyphean task.
~10/14/16
Let the wind
Blow
And
Go on blowing
Let the rain
The cold
In gusts
Within
Show
And
Keep on showing
And
why not too?
Why not?
Let the storm
Outside
Rally
And
Go on rallying
And
Let it
Hear of
No abating,
What I only know
Is this:
There is always
Peace in the heart
And the mind
For those who live and forgive.
________________
Chokri Omri
Eleventh month when the Sun parched the toppled trees
Winds of South rallying on bended knees
Birds and beasts plunge on tarns and soft mountains
Running waters congealing like sedentary fountains...
Only one tree will stand tall
On Christmas Day as dusts and spalls begin to fall
Two days of live still pictures
On painted strokes and prilled erasures
One spark will clear the brume and waves of the unknown...
the hygge!
Freedom and our Flag
For those who never knew freedom.
My heart cries out in vein.
The cries of a dying nation going in sane.
Pitted against each other mud slings both ways.
The Statue of Liberty crying as clearly we lost our way.
There is the grand old flag waving proudly in the wind. Serving us with honor to provide and pave the new way again.
Rallying the troupe to serve proudly to protect our freedom with their lives.
Carnage at churches & clubs
Mass shootings at concerts & malls
Massacres at schools & theaters
Our children walkout today
Peacefully protesting gun violence
Background checks for all
Bump stock elimination
Military weapons ban
Commonsense gun reform
What our students are fighting for
People dying needlessly
Drive-bys occurring daily
Innocents gunned down in the streets
We need gun safety taught nationwide
Rallying for the wellbeing of U.S. all
The exclusion that rages
within my cauliflower of sparks
screams the howl of the pariah
scraping all rebuffs for meaning
to find only lonely betrayal
at the end of your shackle
indignant in clang and shape
as if you’re the blushing victim
slumped in the cold undergrowth
in need of rallying friends
and the trappings of scorn
unfounded with wild stories
flying loose without the truth
revealing such banality of insanity;
more drama to fill your void.
Lens enhanced perception
Sands your face with precision
Rallying rows of eyelash perfection
Brush my conscience, bless my vision
29th August 2020
For : Gregory R. Bardon
Contest : Rithimus Four Lines - 5
Original poem of extract is 'Mother Seen Embroidered'
Written June 2020.