Supplanted Poems | Examples

Mr Macron Thinks Things will be Fine

        Mr. Macron now recognizes ‘Palestine’
           a country that never was, that never had borders
        He somehow thinks that things will be ‘fine’
           with Hamas in charge of ‘law and order’ 

        Mr. Macron now recognizes ‘Palestine’ 
           whose people claim the land ‘from the river to the sea’
        He somehow thinks that things will be fine
           that such people will coexist with Israel peacefully  

        Mr. Macron now recognizes ‘Palestine’ 
          though its Arabs came there to reap Jewish-Israel’s goldmine…* 
        Mr. Macron, it is the Jews who are indigenous to the land
           No ‘recognition’ of yours can divvy up their sand



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        *"Far from being an indigenous people, supplanted by Jewish
          migrants, a close look at Palestinian origins and censuses
          suggests most Arabs emigrated to Palestine alongside or 
          even after the Jewish immigration. ~ NSJ, National Secu-
          rity Journal, 'Pandora's Box Opened,' July 25, 2025, MSN.

supplanted

the roses in bloom
      white florets on my pear tree . . .    
                               g o n e    a w a y      in may

STREETS OF SOLITUDE

"Do I still matter?" I lament, in quiet despair,
As kindred acquaintances vanish, dissolved in thin air.
Solitude clots the cistern, blocks my spirit's flow;
Collateral damage obscures the expansive panorama's glow.

Vision dims, and trembling hands do falter.
Crutches bear the weight of ceaseless alter.
As though a harlequin, encased in collodion's mournful woe,
A vestigial soul, defying ruin's throes.

Primitive dictums supplanted by the pragmatism of the age:
"Who cares?" imbibed in youth's cage.
The sickle and hammer, now relics of savage years,
Venomous words sealed in the vaults of my fears.

Futile is the grasp to decipher Braille's cryptic code—
The ramifications vast, yet still I brave the road.
Reclaiming the immutable verity of my existence,
Hope that today's conundrums will shape tomorrow's persistence.

Icarus

Though at first terrifying,
no denying:
dancing on a wheel
makes it feel
like I am flying.

An aside, for what it’s worth:
unbridled mirth
turns disenchanted
supplanted
by crashing to earth.

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A Streambed Quintet, two or more stanzas of 7a:4a:5b:3b:5a

Mother's Child-

Energy 
We were in the upper room
Energy 
Mother's child 
In communication
He supplanted placing mine spiritual seed planting in the heavens
Me the placed seed
Mother's child 

Desending planted from grace
Placed in a womb
She  receives seedling fleeting
Spiraling growing was sown
In mine morhers womb
Mother's child 

She nutures me
Housed me in from her womb
Before I was birth she kept me with her
From the womb I've so grown

I am my mother's child
A gift from God celestial messengers
Blessed children 
On loan to us
Unto my Father and Mother

New Year's Day

A new year does not begin
Until the old year ends

There can be no beginning 
Unless there is an ending

A new dawn does not ascend
Until the night does end

New seeds are not planted
Unless old plants are supplanted

What all must you let go
In order for you to grow?

Revisiting the Same Ground

(John Day Fossil Beds, 2018)

Revisiting The Same Ground

Over and over again
I find myself returning 
to the same thoughts, ideas, histories
but now with years more experience between
and years more depth
behind what were once words
so glibly recited.

Is this how we all learn,
parrots one and all, reciting 
lessons, sounds, songs and jingles
until they somehow
take on meaning
filled with the substance of Life
which at every turn
fill again a little more?

Tide-like the mind moves
in cycles of night and day, wake and sleep
building layers which erode
but never really go away
layers which in time harden to stone
sedimentary then metamorphic 
each supplanted by the next
in endless waves across endless generations.

And so we go
treading the same old ground
‘round and ‘round
haunted by glimpses of déjà vu
humbled by realization
we have been here before
without a clue 
how blind we really are.

(10/19/23)

Dark

Darkness lurks furtive in shadows
That scan the daylight hours
Like searchlights looking for
A place like a cave, an umbrella or hole,
In which to seep, gloat and ponder
Upon the coming of the night.
When all will be dark and shadowy again.
For darkness and night are
Merely forlorn fleeting shadows,
Persistent in their non-existence.
For darkness only exists
when light is shaded away or excluded,
Such as on the dark side of the moon or earth
Or elsewhere in the lighted universe's shadows.
For the light supplanted the reign of darkness
after the big bang, 
or after some enlightened being, 
expounded: "Let there be light!"

To the Measure

To the measure you seek, you find
And reaping comes after you sow.
From the depths of humility known,
Then to exaltation flown.

To the measure you give, it is given
And love fully granted, is earned.
From self to selflessness learned:
Then spectacular blessings return.

To the measure you knock, it is opened
And if you keep asking, it’s granted.
When faith as a seed is planted
Then the work of the devil, supplanted.

To the measure you pray, He moves
And petitions lifted, He hears.
From mountains far to valleys near,
Earnest prayers bend His ear.

To the measure you weep, you’ll rejoice
If a broken heart you surrender
Joy unspeakable will be rendered
And hope finds spectacular splendor.

To the measure you never stop seeking
And you weary the Lord with your pleas
So God’s provisions will flow with ease
And your longings, forever appeased.

To the measure you believe that He IS…
And that He rewards all who seek after
New blessings from floor to the rafters
Will endure in your life everlasting.

Tracks of the Dinosaur

Smaller in the rearview mirror
the past retreats from view
Perspective changing rearranging
the old supplanted new

Fading in a dying focus
dust beyond the wind
Blowing wild beyond our memory
—fates forgotten hymn

(Dreamsleep: December, 2022)

Through the Maelstrom

The deeper you dig
the simpler it gets
Each question supplanted
—the truth in your debt

(Dreamsleep: October, 2022)

In Context

IN CONTEXT

this  tension
of
 intelligence
at the heart

fragments
 shuttle past
the timeline
of
loneliness

a tempting place
construed
with reticencent
to reflect
& reinterpret
or explain

supplanted
   by desperation
in downbeat
   resilience
 &tactility
ambiguity
of emotions
     plunge
unresolved

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand

Everything Seen, and Unmade

Let's just emote the dine!

Far to the North, we increase the enshrine, 
send our tails to the features-

Whale away with convenience,

And all the while-

No one clocks the mile~  

Our time was the picture,
every slogan here today pleases teachers...

Endemic, like what we wanted supplanted eases creature...

Warriors

Warriors

Peeling back layers of guilt and regret
Like flaking paint off old walls
Looking for that core resistance 
That sacred bit that never falls
Taking that mortality and draping it wide
Letting it cover you in renewed pride

I lean, stumble and sometimes fail
Working through tears and lingering pain
But fortitude grows when love is planted
Those seeds in others doubled, supplanted!
I sow words of poetry in hungry minds
Looking to release gender-based violence 
Tears turn to pearls as hearts tumble and crack
And a new warrior is born, each time I step back!

Sipping Sunrise

Sunshine effused into my cup,

nebulous…with vanilla silk.

Stir-and-sip splendid sunrise.

Murkiness vanishes, supplanted

by cheeriness and clarity.

1/31/2022

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