"despoil" poems
Fandango cartography
Dance of our lives
Verbarxenelasia breast but not thigh
Ruricolist unmentionables off to the side
Blowlamp irradiance, pistil niche guide
Sacerdotal ceremony the cloven hoof of ******* saints
Intrinsic allegory to despoil trust and heart deflate
Inaudible uproarious potvaliant jingoism schism
Suppurateing deep held fears ungrounded sparks annihilate
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 8:25 PM UTC
The City of Lights
liberty's burning flame
black terror assailed
to despoil her aims
A lamp to the world
illumes liberated pathways
its Arc de Triomphe heart
scarlet droplets stain
the secular graces
of enlightened ages
defiled and condemned
by fanatical excess
civilizations clash
social fabrics torn
Muslims denigrated
republicans mourn
the death of tolerance
spiraling spike of hate
a fractured city
the closure of gates
dark shadows trundle
down The Champs-Elysees
the fraternity of brotherhood
deeply wounded and frayed
republican ideals
will be surely tested
Charlie Hebdo's critical voice
sorely missed, forever rested
Music Selection:
La Marseillaise
Oakland
1/7/15
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 1:49 AM UTC
The sun loomed young through the ribs of the Punic Port
Bringing back his turquoise splendor to the Med-Sea;
And Seagull, who in his morning flight did escort
The golden loaf of bread fishermen longed to see,
Soared higher and higher over the glazing port,
Preparing for the long voyage when the time be.
Expectant and white was the Carthaginian knight,
Oblivious of the blue peril; no long flight
Would scare him, no azure thirst would he have to fight.
Only the phantasm of an alien skylark,
who would despoil the timer of the golden sun &
peck out her "off" button with his accent mark -
Would make him soar & sing in his vision of bravery.
(c)LazharBouazzi
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 7:37 AM UTC
Writhing slimy slick snakes of oil
Around the Gulf of Greed now crawl
What we sought will consume us all.
What before was venerated
Our pristine world penetrated,
****** bodies violated,
Writhing slimy slick snakes of oil
Changing the name and so despoil.
Gulf of America? Recoil.
A despot who's addlepated
Corrupt, old, and dissipated.
Land and water desecrated.
By writhing, slimy, sick snake oil.
Jul 11, 2010
Jul 11, 2010 at 12:19 PM UTC
I want to write a poem
So others will hear
The music in here,
In my heart and soul
So it plays a strong role
Helps people reach a goal
In putting aside hate
Before it's too late
And we despoil the soil
And ruin our own world
So that boys and girls
No longer can play
But must scrabble away
Their childhood in clay,
Hands filthy in poverty.
Let that poet be me.
I want to write a poem
With words so ringingly clear
That anyone who hears
Knows that I hold dear
The idea of equallity
That all can exist happily
Loving one another
Like sisters and brothers
Living together fruitfully
Truthfully, dutifully,
Sharing their destiny
And a rewarding future
That has no measure
Beause it is pure pleasure
And because it is bountiful,
It is completely beautiful.
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 12:35 AM UTC
succession in the act
one cannot be afraid
of making theirself a fool
cannot remain of ownself
strip and despoil of worry
my strongest desire to be a fool
shameless in integrity and condemnation
grasp the pure abyss
and be everything other
Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 11:55 AM UTC
Death of Aleppo
Sara L Russell 1st May 2018
When I saw your before-and-after
how I cried
I died a thousand deaths
on your bleak soil
a golden city built on hope and pride
now rubble, bloodied waters
and turmoil
Despoil is not the word
to fit the scene
Annihilate seems closer
to the mark
a land devoured by the war machine
once here, a fountain
there a local park
In stark contrast to
all that's left today
bereft of everything you once
held dear
What went before is lost and blown away
the aftermath seems now
forever here
When we saw your before and after
photographs
flat epitaphs of never-
ending pain
condolences in tiny paragraphs
appeared in hollow hashtags
once again.
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 9:33 PM UTC
His topper reflected prisms,
And hair burned under his moon glance,
How ephemeral was midnight,
Darkness dressing my hair in stars,
His smile the light spill from a broken moon,
A claret glass bursting with blood skies,
His plumage exodus stealth netherworld ,
Trithing shards in flamed heat,
Black salt pastes orinein wounds,
Kirk yard elementals despoil spirits of all hell,
Strix cackle, taunt on nightly transvections,
A viridescent sadness wakes alone.
Saudade no seasons doth befall,
Trapped in concupiscence darkest tale void of intemperance
── Clad in loves spectural crown
Arnay Rumens © 12/ 2014
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 12:54 AM UTC
by definition
my love affair with you
was brief
I tried to extend my passion
but alas
I am older now,
what happens
happened
I can say
it was good for me
there were indeed fireworks
and if given the choice
I would again
despoil the sanctity
of my marriage
to be with you
But these things
come along so rarely now
these blasts from the past
it was so good, I must admit
I drooled then and even now
the remembrance of the act
leaves me wanting more
but it is not to be
once again
you breezed through town
here for just one month
of torrid, fertive,
cladestine meetings
and then you are gone
leaving nothing behind
except the taste of you
on my quivering lips
oh why!! oh why!!!!
can they not just
....put the MacRib on the standard menu...
I will wait for your next return my love
I will wait......
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 6:07 PM UTC
The requiem for your soul
The corkscrew of words
The iron, wrinkle your folds
The messenger of dreams
The insider, the mole
Your repose from the turmoil
The engine of your love
The labour of your toil
Your eternal defender
The rescuer of despoil
All I ever was
All I ever will be
All you need
I am all you need
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 12:50 PM UTC
An errant knight
In days of old
With hazel eyes
And skin of gold
Did venture forth
To seek his fate
To rob, despoil
And desecrate
Through dusky wood
And sodden glade
His course was true
He never strayed
An ebon steed
It bore his weight
Advancing at
A steady gait
So when upon
The second morn
Astride the very
Cusp of dawn
A winding tower
Came to view
And from the window
Right on cue
A cry for help
And then redress
As from a damsel
In distress
A call to save
A maiden fair
With rosy lips
And saffron hair
To bear her forth
And find the witch
Who'd locked her up
That warty *****
To **** her minions
Stone her crows
Thwart her wiles
Then break her nose
Our noble knight
Did pause for thought
For many witches
He had fought
If you've seen one
You've seen them all
With matted hair
And tatty shawl
He took a view
That fair was fair
He'd only take
His rightful share
He left that maiden
To her plight
To save her for
Another knight
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 9:25 AM UTC
Sharin's troupe requested horses,
Were given destriers to ride back into serenity's dominion,
Sitting atop animals raised to believe in nothing yet die for everything,
Costly saddles lifted from slain foes, torn from stilled blue.
Brought images of black and red into tearful focus,
They are just orphans, abandoned by an uncaring world,
Why would Toblin want to despoil such temporary innocence?
They all came to a shared conclusion,
Suspected greedy gold enclosures, sought to capture her,
As she slept below the soil that was her's to give,
Restored and given back to destructive children, who'd broken all their toys.
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 8:14 PM UTC
I suppose i must remember what you say.
" in my hear you deem your really feeling stay ".
thy words if i must gobble them all but once .
cast off any presumption of lie and not bad trace .
but for my heart i sail on moon for life .
i just wish you swear not but believe with true light .
that thy heart jumps for love but not a physically lust .
cause for love may cool off ;what if your heart cant last .
as fire it needs new combustible to keep stirring up .
tell me what else if thy heart comes to complete stand still.
promise me what you will hang on then not reel .
can you be there when there is no more fire of charm and hope ?
when the spark you have got in the first no more heaps .
can you still keeping me up even when love is only ,
on thy tongue and no rouses from in you and hearty ?
my coquettish ,my ebbing and my frivolity wont wound you sore ?
will you still love me even if i frolic and act as a stupid **** mean ?
are there any place in thy heart out of any hearty consideration for me ?
when my charm is a past glory and my beauty fade away ?
can you keep that word relentlessly between your lips ?
even if i cant trust it any more but really know that thy heart sways.
tell me what you will hang on and keep it what you sip .
deep from your eyes i can read it all : abandon and deceit .
For you men love not but covet and have a lust .
when we love thee and make thee our dear lord .
and from our deep we lay before thee our great heart bond .
yet you are nothing but our very heart eternal rust .
the desire and love are not same things yet ,
beguilingly one same bounding is identified for the both set .
and we recognize that women are fooled by thy beguiling .
we are hurt and disgraced by the meanness of thy doing .
but what can we learn or do we know ;we only hope you are true .
oh sardonic man awkward set of our dreadful nightmare .
if its thy fate i hope my heart jellies and mars .
i will wait for good changes only to breath the worst .
you hope fool me with money or fame or beauty or good talk.
but i hope you come that we may join our heart for life .
my heart 's feeling is regardless only needs true love not a rife .
tell me only you are a man cause all is but a awful hulk .
i know thy mind is trained to lie and thy love is fake .
thy promises is only a poem writing upon the sea edge on sand .
you can be only a coward cause you never mean thy word .
and only physical attire and lust stir your world .
oh man you are only a bank of stupid dreadful bunk head .
cursed he who promised a woman and despoil her ,
but later takes a stupid edge and run over his words and leaves her .
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 12:50 PM UTC
Uncertainty --
you never know
how it roasts me alive.
You never know
how it tatters my skin,
gorges my flesh,
powders my bones.
How it reaches through my veins,
clutches my heart,
and despoil
my godforsaken
blood vessel.
No,
this rough oceans
slips through your stupid, little fingers
because you are so busy
confining yourself
in your trivial, pathetic world.
While you stand
on the threshold
of agitation and denial,
I try to resurrect
my hours
that you have spoiled.
And I do this while slowly --
very slowly --
hating you.
This is my elegy
to every second
that you have
murdered.
Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 11:53 PM UTC
Shaman buried in mud, to neck
Sipping cyclones through take stand reed
**** **** storming wreckage
Pull in precision ***** whirlwinds
Great Cloud Breaker despoil sum of poison
Resolve atomized flotsam from sea-drift
And castoffs of skies
Bear necessitous storms, our future
Straw ******* inhale, totality of shambles
My shaman, my shaman, **** ****
Bury in silt of your sludge bath
Looting impurities spinning about ozone
See pleas of your people, know your people,
And bury upside down the rest
Under rubble, let their heads crush
In murk and magnitude, diseased times
From villainy of what they have done
Conspirators pushing infracted pollutants
See fit to **** them deep into molten iron core
Below tar, oil, silver and gold that tempted them
Free us Great Cloud Breaker from demand
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 5:21 PM UTC
My Soul suffers a bitter agony within,
To watch the devastation upon my kin.
To see Hope die under such fearsome strain,
As Alzheimer’s invades, to despoil their brain!
We see them fall under its inhuman spell,
To wander lost, alone in a private Hell!
For who can follow the path they now tread,
That leads to where? ‘Tis known only to the dead!
Who can know the realm to where they’ve gone?
No sign points the way! No light shines on
Their tortuous path! There is no respite
To tangled thoughts plunged into darkest night!
Desperately we seek answers to their plight,
But none are found! No reason sheds light
Upon their persecution! Each afflicted breath,
A further step along the road that ends in Death!
Their fierce passion, though it might burn inside,
Lacks purpose or direction. Heartbroken, we hide
Concerns, lest we deny them Love they need.
Though we anguish over futile lives they lead!
Their ailment advances. We know them no more!
They return to be the child they were before!
Though whims and desires demand fulfilment,
Reason is lost, as is sane discernment!
Next, into cataleptic state they retreat,
Needing constant Love and devotion to defeat
The grim effects on their tormented brain.
We pray for their release and peace again!
When freed of those chains, by which they were bound,
Should we celebrate the new freedom found?
Are we shallow hypocrites to rejoice this way?
As their torment ends when Death takes them away?
Rhymer. August 13th, 2020
Aug 13, 2020
Aug 13, 2020 at 1:31 PM UTC
Sneaking into the enemy camp,
the guards now fast asleep
Crawling past the sorrow and pain,
old promises to keep
Now inside the enemy camp,
for one last time, alone
Burrowing into uncertainties lair,
—to despoil the unknown
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 11:00 AM UTC