"predominance" poems
~~PASSIVE PASSION~~
Endures & Binds,
when
Provocations Looseth the Soul.
How
Submissive & Impulsive,
Yet so Very
Paradoxical a Paranoid !
~~RUSTED TRUST~~
Forges & Sharpens,
when
Life's Brunts Maketh the Soul.
How
Ironic & Caustic,
Yet so Very
Powerful a Predominance !
~~VANQUISHED VANITY~~
Fosters & Transcends,
when
Identity Forageth the Soul.
How
Narcissistic & Intransitive,
Yet so Very
Surreal a Sacrifice !
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 9:59 AM UTC
It must be said
Once again
No matter how you tire
Of sin
And hopelessness
Where God lives
Is love
Understanding
Selflessness and wisdom
The Mahatma
Courage
Achievement
Humility
Without rank
Without ambition
Morality
Merit
Human
Determination
Dignity
Sacrifice
Pain
Patience
Kindness
Principle
Standards
Where oppression exists
There is no God
With power
Comes differences
Rank
Superiority
Predominance
Hierarchy
Religion
Patriotism
Nationalism
Jingoism
Legacy
Birthright
Force
Class
Pride
Privilege
Hypocrisy
Corruption
Humiliation
Indifference
Cruelty
Violence
War
All faiths
Should be considered equal
Before a God of all faiths
Acceptance
On Earth
You cannot **** God
By killing his believer
You cannot **** a believer
And be loved by God
No man or woman
Is subservient
To another
No man or woman
Is held above
Any other
All kneel before the maker
Worship
No man
No victory
No wealth
No fleeting beauty
Honor
Charity
Empathy
Tolerance
Diversity
Culture
Art
Justice
Freedom
Creativity
Fairness
Deference
Humanity
Where do you sit?
At the head of the table
Or at the foot?
What do you wish for?
Riches?
To be respected?
To be feared?
To be loved?
What do they say about you?
Do you know?
Do you care?
Are they fools
To be exploited?
Is life only for your gain?
Can you be trusted?
Can they count on you?
Or do you count on them
For your achievement?
For your glory?
For your power?
For your face to be carved in stone
Above men
And God?
Is that you?
Is that what you want?
Mar 8, 2012
Mar 8, 2012 at 1:28 PM UTC
Sub-atomic particles
the atoms they form
molecules, cell organelles
cells, machinery of life
organs, organisms
communities and ecosystems
planets, solar systems, galaxies
galactic clusters and their inverse
black holes the doors to other
universes, a contradiction
in terms.
For language and its shadow
consciousness must hold matter
the material world snugly inside concepts
theories and hypotheses to be
experimentally verified using vision
and the other senses, collecting data
and interpreting the known facts
accumulated over time.
Can matter
exist without a consciousness to behold it?
Believing in
our mortality (the species)
we have created God
(a supreme being)
probably not carbon-based
to encompass every universe
but is God
inside or outside
consciousness? Can God
tell us what to do
or must we tell God
alone
what to do?
Here is ego
projecting personality, exerting force
on community, asserting the existence
and predominance of component DNA.
An already hackneyed theory that DNA
survival drives
procreation, personality, savings bonds
everything but poetry (most poems included).
Mustache, cowboy hat
horse whisperer, gulag master
Odysseus, King Lear
salvation in the details.
Yes, these personalities individual and interesting
as opossum, bear
oak and ash
beech nut, pine cone
Grand Canyon sandstone, Green Mountain granite.
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 5:13 PM UTC
Autonomous you don't wanna miss
Synonymous with anonymous
Alcoholics drinking like the glass is bottomless
Lost confidence and gained higher consciousness
Now doing opposite to avoid consequence
Pertinent providence prominence
Profits from the pompousness of old profits of our fifth
They were out prophets then
Now it's promises
Back to provenance of our populous
No predominance
More contentedness with our documents with what's cognizance
And the monument of spiritual opulence
Wheather hypothesis
Or is what it is
To remain in the violence
Or turn optimist
All your perogative
Wish you well
Wish you rocket to the fourth dimension ****
But most of all wish you to close your eyes to hear what it says
Cause that you don't wanna miss
It could be your bliss
Reminisce but remember they're remnants
Fragments
Resentment you keep in your sentence
Is your penance
What you recieve is your resemblance
No regrets for pass but remembrance
Your true presence is endless
Practicing temperance
Life is tremendous
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 1:30 PM UTC
I have this rage inside
This heat so hot
It won't come to settle
As it sizzles
As it sparks
No. I can not hide it
Nor can I break away from it
Furiously burning
Overpowering my intentions
Engulfing discreetness
Exceeds in all means of assertiveness
This dark I can't escape
As I plead to..
Hold me tight
Inflame my light
Take me now far from here
Inferior I allow ..and to you my captor I surrender my body before you for your venture
I'm yours
This hunger may you feed
To long for predominance
To be enrapt with ones soul this loves on a rampage untamed and entomed inside.
Pulls of the darkest deepest lure
Captivated within the eyes
Conceptual plays
Passions trick
Inflicted desires upon only you and I
To have nothing more than yearning..
Truly despaired
This tortures astray
It runs where it cannot hide.
Don't fight it let it confide.
Within her template a fortress resides
And within her heart eager temptations lie
Grasp her depth and pull her deep
Sway her mind while her body falls asleep
Frame her up while you undress her posture
Patience for the crave she seeks or this may be a disaster
Lie still while she slides her way
For temptations that are raging
Temptations that are teasing
strike suddenly at signs of dismay
Her body turn limp
Numb like never before
Both body's working up a sweat
And without a single movement more
I'll just hit down to the floor as I stammer
As I wake..
No! .. .may that not have been a fake
© Jenn Linh
Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 2:37 AM UTC
Riding on a tank
I saw a dream walking on the sand
Or it could have been a hedgerow road
Wearing a hijab or a Sunday dress
Or a naked body covered in screams
The images laced with the faces,
Of the waiting ones, who for them,
Life is about nature walks
And laughing with their children
But now they only know shock
Nobody told them how to cope
With bombs
And the dreams of despots
I saw them
Their blank faces unable to reach me
Was I their savior
Or the reality of true power
I love my family
They believed in me
But to a stranger, I am a machine
A soldier ready to die
But it wasn’t that way
It’s not that simple
I don’t want to die
And yes, I am afraid
Yes, they do
The memory of a sacred ceremony
Do you have one?
They do
The defeated ones
They have a God
They have blood planted where you stand
You cannot erase a memory
Unless you **** a man
And his family
All of them
Then you can pretend it didn’t happen
We were sent with visions of glory
It is the way of war
But we cannot imagine it
For glory does not provide details
Only parades and salutes
And tears
It does not speak of panic
Of equipment failure
Of battle fatigue
Of another man willing to die for his God
Or his Fuhrer
You didn’t read it in the manual
Void and formless
Light
Oceans
Continents
Life
Vanity
Race
Predominance
Oppression
Death
Did he set it in motion
Or is he trying to turn it around?
I don’t want to die
But I am about to lose everything I have
My life now is like crossing a freeway
It can be done
You just have to know how to do it
Or just be lucky
Am I wearing the right clothes?
The women are dressed for their God
The Sunday dress
The hijab
They were ready
Except the screams of burning flesh is not a dress
I lost a fight once in school
Now I'm an assassin
A dangerous man
That’s all I need to think about
Killing another man
And I can **** another man
With a gun
Or a knife
They are supposed to fear me
They need to fear me
But I am afraid of myself
Violence is all that matters now
That’s what everyone wants
I walked out on the field
The crowd was cheering for me
Then my eyes met those of a kneeling man
A brave man playing a violent sport
I nodded to him
But he didn’t stand up
He watched me honored for surviving
For surviving something greater than myself
Right or wrong
And he knew that people hated him
They hated him for not honoring me
But I wasn’t angry
I could only think about those women
Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 9:39 PM UTC
Her eyes were a sea of chocolate, trapping sailors one by one in the warmth they held. Unmistakably the most beautiful of the Seven seas. A loyal companion, they said. It never leaves, watching, acknowledging us in our light and our dark moments. They say, if you close your eyes, you will feel her nocturnal predominance, her luminary reflection, her constancy under all her phases, and if you concentrate hard enough, you may even hear the faint whispers of the lost souls who watch her, wishing to be seen, wanting to be listened to.
She smelt sweet, like an addiction yet to be discovered by man. A dependency so intoxicating that it was soon familiar territory for lethality to become prominent in her victims, as they desperately aimed to cleanse themselves of her – but trying to forget her was like trying to forget human instinct. It was like trying to forget to breathe.
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 6:50 AM UTC
Lawrence Hall
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An Orderly Transition of Power, They Say
Is’t night’s predominance, or the day’s shame
That darkness does the face of earth entomb
When living light should kiss it?
-Macbeth II.iiii.9-11
On Inauguration Day there should be:
Children waving sparklers, avenues of light
High school bands and Boy Scouts in formation
Merriment along streets scrubbed clean and bright
A happy people in love with their nation
But we are given:
Soldiers, concertina wire strung between Corinthian columns, secret service, chain-link fencing, police, checkpoints, soldiers, roadblocks, secret service, rooftop marksmen, police, missile batteries, soldiers, no-go zones, secret service, lockdowns, police, lockouts, soldiers, security gates, secret service, identification checks, police, radar, soldiers, radios, secret service, body scans, police, x-rays, soldiers, sniffer dogs, secret service, permits, police, passes, soldiers, patdowns, secret service, badges, police, questions, soldiers
Fear
Why?
Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 8:50 AM UTC
Trying to make them love with hatred
Trying to make them forgive with judgment
Trying to make them understand with ignorance
Trying to make them give with selfishness
Trying to win hearts and minds with bombs
Trying to change the world with intolerance
Trying to end racism with predominance
Trying to make them happy with power
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 12:11 PM UTC
The damp world, slowly yet ardently wiping itself off
from the previous evening’s unannounced showers,
Blew a feathery breeze, kissing my skin with ghostly lips.
As the air’s playfully gentle push spirals about the atmospheric arena,
A lightening overcast desperately strains it’s diminishing predominance,
Fraudulently struggling to keep a hold over what it never owned.
But as all things come to a close, the clouds were no exception,
For the articulate wind maiden seduced the cloudscape,
And spread a delicate gap among the once steadfast scenery.
The further I wander,
The further I shall ponder.
I had always dived so deep
Into my abyssal mind,
That I never once noticed
A material bliss, such as this,
Could have ever existed.
Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 3:43 PM UTC