Geologists say ‘by your leave’,
we’re famously polite:
we wear our heart upon our sleeve,
rejoice at rhyolite.
We’re very patient people, but
I tolerated stuff before
that I’m not taking any more:
up with this I will not put.
Don’t bring to me your xenolith,
preposterous, fantastic:
I’m done with make-believe and myth:
my ire is pyroclastic.
Don’t tell me pressure makes a gem,
discomfort forges what’s sublime:
the aimless drip of frameless time
creates a speleothem.
Some things improve with age, it’s true,
while others just feel dated:
to sleight of hand, to me and you,
I’m simply indurated.
I’m wise to every move you make –
I’m distanced from your wiles,
meanders, stratagems and smiles -
a placid oxbow lake.
Categories:
stratagems, relationship,
Form: Verse
I am a child of war, misery, anger and suffering.
I grew up with sadness, uncertainty and anxiety.
I took refuge in solitude to avoid human bestiality and its hypocrisy.
My distress illuminated the darkness of my weaknesses.
I am forged in the burning furnaces of struggle and survival.
In my veins flows the impure blood of slaves, riflemen and resistance fighters.
My gaze carries the weight of the pain of my color and the age-old injustices of my oppressed people throughout the Earth.
My persecuted skin is the cemetery of the scars of battles, trials and sacrifices of my ancestors dehumanized by supremacist slave traders and racialist colonialists.
I am the bitter fruit of a continent nourished by fratricidal conflicts, genocides, civil wars, coups d'état, dictatorial excesses, tribal hatred, treachery, corruption and neocolonial stratagems.
My memories are horrible nightmares, broken fragments of all the horrors my eyes have seen.
My mind is a battlefield where truth, justice, liberty, equality and fraternity are expressed without hindrance.
Categories:
stratagems, 12th grade, africa, allegory,
Form: Free verse
Mutter is an aggregate requisite to glimpse the truth.
Potential suspicions may dwell on a bitter deception.
Each zillion times a single syllable is pronounced.
If this was the case, that term is doomed to extinction.
With regards to objectivity, it's each of the stratagems.
There is obviously evidence to support this allegation.
Everybody gets duped in some way, shape, or form.
Since there is no such thing as the truth of revelation.
Written: April 26, 2022
submitted to "Our Truth" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
Categories:
stratagems, analogy, bereavement, encouraging, truth,
Form: Rhyme
signal of approaching cataclysm?
we can't see the gauntlet
it's past the cunning poison
a villain of his own timeline
piqued by an illiquid New Moon
Level 2 risk for severe stratagems
Earth braces for an apocalyptic slap
this time it could break
Categories:
stratagems, dark, earth, society, surreal,
Form: Free verse
A god mended in string and wired corsets, armature.
The blackened police the striders in the dark…
a crippled plaything,
a hymn of the tourniquet and tethers.
...an earth-bound deities song.
...of the corrupt entertain fears.
The black politic of crippled idol giggles at noon.
The laughter of the loon in the maelstrom of the melancholy.
Mechanics of pale things.
...fear the eyes of the black chromed officers.
Enigmatic and mysterious thin men in rusted black armature...
draconian laws of rooks.
Hymns for an inky book.
Stratagems of military men and political puppets,
see the crippled thing unwind.
The god entwined.
Broken shells and barbed wires,
Rusted gears,
Twisted springs,
Men in black cloaks,
...suspicious eyes,
lords of crimes, and dire deeds.
...of the broken god mended,
in string-wired corsets and armature.
The dark police the sable striders.
riders on the storm in the darkness...
as corrupted something abides!
Categories:
stratagems, adventure, allegory, art, class,
Form: Free verse
A young man who wishes to remain a sound Atheist cannot be too careful of his reading. There are traps everywhere – “Bibles laid open, millions of surprises,” as Herbert says, fine nets and stratagems.” God is, if I may say it, very unscrupulous.
— C.S. Lewis SURPRISED BY JOY pg. 191
SPECIAL MOMENTS BY GRAND MINTER
Amphitheater snowflakes whirl.
This working girl beset by pearls.
Best December Eve sourced Winter.
I’m surprised of joy by hinter.
Arthritic knees chase a grand dream.
Playground resounds with princess theme.
This castle with childhood splinters.
I’m surprised of joy by hinter.
Figurines and paintings accurs’d
in the soulfulness of Christ birth’d.
Special moments by grand minter.
Surprised of joy by hinter.
12/4/2020
hinter - a slight indication of the existence, approach, or nature of something
Categories:
stratagems, joy,
Form: Kyrielle
AS IT IS
I am going up the ladder of life.
Killing all the blow flies in sight.
Knocking down the spider webs as I sing to myself.
I am feeling so alive.
I am going to put up new shelves.
I am thinking about doing something real.
Like getting high and liking the environment I am in while I drink me a Budweiser.
I just want me a quite place to relax in outer space.
This may just be a mood swing.
A thing and a physicality all as one and the sun is shining.
Life is the brightest gleam.
Will it last is overpowering and is questioning me.
What a metaphor.
I am singing like a songbird.
All made from how I feel.
I am on top of the world as it is.
With my dust mop I clean.
Dwelling and thriving within, its affinity and more than a ascertain well-being.
I am strutted to achieve, to be visionary, and to dream.
It is as a universal scheme.
Sashaying and I am almost done.
Opening the curtains... embracing the sun.
The joy stratagems silently.
I am that personification embodied.
As it is, the world is a wonderful place to be within.
As it is, I sing for the joy it gives.
As it is, As it is, As it is...
|Written October 19, 2015!|
Categories:
stratagems, appreciation, culture, future, image,
Form: Rhyme
Up the slope, I climb the vista
to elevate my placid view.
Beneath my feet, the bed soil sighs
while dropping beads of morning dew.
At the summit, my breath charging,
I bask in such a dimpled shore:
each little dot, a soul profound
shooting like prisms from their core.
Shifting my glance to search behind,
markers in stone shout from the ground.
Stratagems feed nucleotides
to snuff the joy of life we've found.
Categories:
stratagems, inspirational
Form: Rhyme
If the foe is far too strong for you today,
just save your strength, backtrack very cautiously
that you may still live to fight another day;
go back to the drawing board immediately,
a prudent retreat really matters as much
as a crushing assault carried out quickly;
patience, guile, perfect timing make the difference,
there are no flawless stratagems of attack,
only short-sighted strategies of defense!
Categories:
stratagems, political, war, work,
Form: Terza Rima