Beneath the cold glare of the desolate night,
They came, greedy and insatiable white creatures,
Cloaked in prim pretense,
Every curve of their features seemed to express a fine arrogant acrimony and harsh truculence.
Expectation darkened into anxiety,
A thousand unutterable fears bore irresistible despotism over our thoughts,
Men, ladies and children collapsed into a dreary and hysterical depression,
Leaving us drowned in the deep reticence of the colonial sea.
As arbitrary as a cyclone and as killing as a pestilence,
With a sweet voice caroling like a gold-caged nightingale,
They looted our abundant resources,
And abolished many of our African customs and traditions.
They enslaved us!
Underdeveloped us!
And reduced us to nothing.
Gleams of sunlight, bewildered like ourselves, struggled, surprised, through the mist and disappeared,
Half choked by a rising paroxysm of rage,
The hollow ring of their fundamental nothingness were defined,
With the blood in our eyes, matchets, bows and arrows and diplomacy,
Then the fight and chase began!
Categories:
truculence, slavery,
Form: Free verse
Diminishing recollections
of
my past
The tide slides up
onto the beach
Barefoot impressions
of experience
crumble in the brine
Receding water
leaves a
clear sand slate
Now here comes the
next fool
to dig in his toes
To make his stand
against the waves
of time
Impotent impudence
Man is thy form
Categories:
truculence, allegory,
Form: Free verse
Restless rebel, control the ball on the gregarious ground
Looking within and hooking dignity to the home
Where a restive riposte resurrects the meandering mound
Detriment and its cement sediment groom
In search of answers and cancers
Growing without control and throwing mud on the room
That without mercy plays into the hands of bouncers
Primed to jettison the happiness for which you crave
At the time and in the clime where pesky pouncers
Storm forth and chide the wonderful wave
That steers stability and versatility in the home where
Your truculence and petulance dig the grave
Where your treasure trove and freedom measure dare
To resist the onslaught of seething thoughts brought on board
To confuse order and disorder in your home, slaying vestiges of care
In the wake of asinine attitudes that accord
Dignity and sanity to restlessness which your home can’t afford
As your restive riposte resurrects the meandering mound
Restless rebel, for the sake of stability, control the ball on your gregarious ground.
Categories:
truculence, poems,
Form: Terzanelle
As an answer to the all too common vitriol and truculence
I seek to anesthetize such behavior with the gifts God gave me
From a mouth that can produce venom flows milk and honey
From a base and vile self seeking "quid pro quo"
Comes the blessed parry of a forgiving heart
When people ask why I don't act as they would
The only response I could ever give is...
"Because God didn't give me what I deserve."
Categories:
truculence, anxiety, baptism, bible, blessing,
Form: Free verse
Welcome to hindsights masquerade!?
The halls of darkened woes
Whereat anything attritful, goes....
Into the chambers of rantistics sorrows
All your tomorrows, leading
To its foreboding gates thus now borne?!
Trillistic castles; piercing the purpaling nights
Perplexing shadows bound afore this
Pandiginous calling....
Truculence, within these their screeching cries
Cries, amid the labyrinth of this their plight!?
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....“Welcome, Unto Pandillians House of Usher” ~
Categories:
truculence, hope, life, love,
Form: I do not know?