Short Strident Poems
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How strident are their screams, 'Ceasefire!'
~ adding fuel to the funeral pyre ...
strident blazonry
sapphire plumage dipped in snow ~
blue jay on the wing
12.05.20
Haiku - Blue Jay Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Tania
YOU
not
THEM
ME
not
THRONG
US
not
U.S.
Misère
no
TRUMPS
MY WAY
not
THY WAY
Be Selfish
Strident
Wary
Caring
Not Complacent
Not Sacrificial
Self Sufficient
Ungodly
posture, strident
passion, defiant
discipline, sacrifice
one for all
sheds no tear for
those who fall
his ego small
the Cause is all
At 27 you succumbed,
Abandoned frenzied fans in shock -
Tremulous threnody still thrums,
As echo of the last string strums -
Your strident sound soars high, you rock!
September 7, 2022
Chill
silence
of winter
Sunday morning;
church bells disturb the
translucent stained-glass calm.
Hush!
Be still.
Silent breath,
deny the noise;
strident man-made sound.
My reverence held within.
The last few years we've heard a profusion of
Media voices strident -- 'Russia-Trump collusion!'
Mueller's investigation's sowed considerable confusion
We patient citizens -- citizen patients -- need a blood transfusion
Soaring on a cloud
gently numbed
in esoteric heights
beyond the strident boom
and strobe glare
of leviathan
rearing to lasso multitudes
into cavernous jaws
that never rest
forever famished
in a perpetual stasis
of angry craving.
The Rose
Soft velvety petals. Light and delicate
Tenderly nurtured by loving hands to create a bold appearance each year
Your strident colours marking the summers of my childhood
An aroma that lingers like the lost memoires of those endless summer days
clangor
repeating noise
echoing in my head
raucous alarm awakens me
bringing back turbulent reality
stirring anger and resentment
strident, clamorous noise,
starting day of
clangor
By: Joyce Johnson 5/28/12
For "Sound of Emotion" Contest
Precious black gold
Sultry her allure of motion
Ambitious often bold
Strident slick with emotion
A rose from the soil
The cause of commotion
For she does enjoy
Our lack of devotion
The earth we destroy
By way of loco-motion
Avarice her ploy
Of our destruction
Sometimes its okay to feel low,
it’s an ordinance of life
to make you acquainted of rife
that it is inevitably strident to grow.
It’s his expedient to steer you
to see the life’s chronicle view.
See the vivid blue-sky,
be stance budding warrior it’s time to fly.
Stare into the fire
Strident within
Peer into thee
Gaze upon fire
Until your spirit
Flickers with me
Dance naked dance hotter
Spinning stars
Higher and higher
Become the dream
Enter nether world
Follow my lead
In the end
Into the fire
You've fallen again
Nature is pushed back
Further and further, until
Childhood disappears.
At roads' terraced end
With his stick of age one points
Innocence' lost years.
Yet its strident will
Of a wind's force, ghostily
Strikes at the hearts, nights.
Fills up an image
In the mind, in a rainstorm
Of tears, tantrums, fights.
Bitter storm-lashed halting site or haunt,
granite stone bench in lieu of hovel,
rawbone seat of pity for the pauper,
downtrodden, cast off, as I sense,
gut wrenching scruples writhe within me,
in situ almsgiver’s strident gulp,
respite, relief, twinge of conscience,
grim bench so derelict, let’s “address” this!
The sweet song of the democracy lark
Once told of a bright and hopeful dawn
Now there is only a strident bark
And the whimper of sycophants that fawn
And worship the Trump, and his massive wad
Lovers of money, with racist views
Vote for Mammon’s dodgy God!
The democracy lark is singing the blues
© Gail Foster 2016
The calmer
the more confident
The more strident
the more insecure
The more natural the laugh
the less the self-importance
The harder the stare
the less of him we can bear
The more finger-pointing
the more righteousness
Hands relaxed at the sides
reveal humble bona fides
Skies cast an opaline tone on the periwinkle
From the outbreak of numbness
In the clangorous concord of the brain
Phantasmagoric cosmos of phantasms
Fully loosened by pennilessness and distress
Where genuine life dwells just as a nightmare
Strident sound singing a somber song
Written: November 10, 2022
EXPERIMENTALISTA
curiosity
in opaque
&transparent
invention
of
dispersed light
dense
distingished
shaded
rubbed
surface
drift
in
a blended
texture
overlap
in
lacy
patterns
vulnerable
to
light
reflection
in
complementary
hues
strident
&
fused
in fragility
Ocean waves gently tickle the shattered shells,
Strident seagulls briefly pierce the balmy strand.
Luring summer seems to work its magic spells
Tiny toes explore the gentle grains of sand.
15.01.20
Excerpt taken from 'summer rispetto contest' 13 July 2018
Arbitrium Divisa 6 Poetry Contest - sponsored by Gregory Barden
In stillness legends lie in rows
Though strident are our chords of thought
Beckon they these ardent souls
By the eminence they hath wrought
Reflect do we in silence there
In remembrance of that life once lived
Granting we who came behind
Countless treasures come to mind
And peace adorns this quiet place
Adding to a tributes grace
The blaring horn, the sound of silence.
Constantly strident, but you can’t hear.
You just stare, but do you care?
If you care, stop for you know not what you do.
You don’t know the power you possess.
Stop before you destroy the beautiful silence
And give birth to the terrible noise.
If you don’t care, much obliged and bless your horrible soul.
On Lindisfarne, they say,
St Cuthbert took a hooded crow,
A jackdaw and a jay,
And on their strident tongues bestowed
The gift of harmony.
No more did ugly croaks and caws
Dispute above the sea,
Or trouble those sequestered shores.
They sang all day, those three;
And as they drew their corvine kin,
The devil wept to see
His shrinking nursery of sin.
Waves slap the hull and slither down the deck.
We've left the strident seagulls far behind.
The lighthouse beam pales as we pass the wreck
whose rusting iron ribs still groan and grind.
From: There are No Clouds
For: Rithimus Divisa 7 Poetry Contest
Rhyme poetry form only.
Poetry Contest Deadline: Sunday, October 25, 2020
Sponsored by: Gregory R Barden |
Amplitude of seasoning--spicy colors, zesty scents,
Unrestrained passion conceals a crumbling heart;
Twilight violins in tumult bow strident cacophony,
Unmasking the harvest madness in the corn.
Maternal? Never! So unlike her sister Spring,
Nonconforming Bohemian is all Autumn plans to be.
Copyright, September 29, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson