"tyrannous" poems
I wasn't sure what to make
of this intergalactic space war.
With flying soldiers in old tobacco tins
and bullets made out of fingers.
I took it upon myself, I suppose
to conscript to this chaos,
upon the fluffy terrain.
Some sort of tyrannous Tyrannosaurus,
with a purple top hat
had taken over the bunk bed fort.
I'd made up my mind.
The only thing for it was a straight "Neeeeee-owwwwwwww"
into the back of the villainous lizard.
My comrade in arms however,
felt I wasn't quite suited for this rampant combat.
Although, his reason I didn't quite agree with;
"You're doing it wrong" he said, rather patronisingly.
I guess my little cousin is less of the kamikaze type and more of the tactical warfare nature.
Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 8:57 PM UTC
Where words fly
But carving exists
I am too ancient to be new
I am glued to the truth
Not to any falsehoods
I carry the same precision,the same hue
Dig out my birth and you'll see me same
Lying motionless,fighting the time change
My shadow hasn't changed
Nor it has tried to run away
To the mere fact of being new
Where only illusions exist
I display the glory,the mighty wins
While people try to absorb me during their blinks
And now the time plays havoc
Tyrannous is he
But I stand-motionless
Dead but alive,
Alive, for the truth I display
Scratched are my walls
By the new lovers
Broken are my idols
By the gruesome manipulators
But I stand-motionless
Steady but lively
Fighting all foes
I'll be me,the old me
Cause I'm mellow
While new is hollow
And by each passing day
People flock to see me
Full of brimming curiosity
"Ah,what a beauty" they say.
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 12:35 AM UTC
What Light speaketh,
Unto the Darkness?
Whom is more forceful?
Which is more tyrannous?
Must you succumb to Light?
Or fear the Darkness?
Or both?
Must you Succumb to Light?
In order to overcome Darkness?
And if thou dost not fear Darkness?
When why should thee succumb to Light?
Light doth not symbolize good.
Light is as violent as Darkness.
For both are to be feared.
Light to be feared because of its' fickleness.
And Darkness to be feared of its' unknowing.
Pick up thine poison.
Acquire light, and thou art doomed.
Venture into darkness,
And thou art doomed.
Tis true, that the creatures,
Lurk in the shadows.
But the Light dost not,
Have them vanish.
Creatures are not banish'd,
From the Light.
But Darkness makes them unseen.
Spark thine torches,
Look among the creatures.
Yet a torch is Light,
And Light is a fickle being.
Light is easily lost,
Only to find yourself,
Once again set in Darkness.
Darkness... where the creatures roam.
Light... where the creatures are known.
Light doth not make Darkness timid.
But Light shakes below the hand of Darkness.
Light is fragile, yet darkness in itself.
For without Light, You obtain darkness.
Once again, spark thine torch.
Look beyond where the Light canst grasp.
What dost flood thine vision?
Darkness.
Permanent, Light is not.
But Darkness...
O... Darkness...
Thou art eternal.
Overwhelming and omniscient.
The world hath been created amoung Darkness.
Therefore, humanity doomed by its' creator,
To remain in Darkness for its' existence.
And Light never to prevail.
Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 3:56 PM UTC
Today marks the revealing,
Of a fresh and welcomed slate.
For his crudely tyrannous empire
Crumbled to dust on this date
Built on corruption,
Blood, lies and tears
Should’ve known they’d discover
That he’s nothing to fear
With torches in hand,
For they knew they’d need them
One hundred strong;
They marched on,
To the beat of their freedom
Hearts pounding feverishly,
With excitement and nerves.
Finally they arrive at the gates
…And let that ***** burn
Nov 18, 2012
Nov 18, 2012 at 12:04 AM UTC
Dormant aspirations lie in winter's fallow ground
Burgeoning freedom furrowed in shallow soil; sovereign elements do pound
Infertile seeds in barren hearths tightly wound
A cold wind from on high scourges each, desolate mound
A dreary drizzle from hovering, satin crowns seeps deep; hopes are drowned
Nutrients for spawning growth are leached; blighting tentacles surround
Ambition suppressed, inactive period of malaise doth abound
In due season, warming rays of light shine thawing frozen hearts
Incubating innate desire to fulfill individual destinies, from chained depth departs
In destitute minds, a burgeoning sprout of liberty starts
Branching forth into fertile souls, intestinal fiber imparts
Taking root, it spreads deep, penetrating shielded ramparts
A fragile frond from each wavering limb darts
Triumphing in tyrannous environment, a fruitful future charts
Oct 7, 2011
Oct 7, 2011 at 6:33 AM UTC
Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,
As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel;
For well thou know’st to my dear doting heart
Thou art the fairest and most precious jewel.
Yet, in good faith, some say that thee behold
Thy face hath not the power to make love groan;
To say they err I dare not be so bold,
Although I swear it to myself alone.
And to be sure that is not false I swear,
A thousand groans but thinking on thy face,
One on another’s neck do witness bear
Thy black is fairest in my judgment’s place.
In nothing art thou black save in thy deeds,
And thence this slander, as I think, proceeds.
1.2k
As firm as a rock I would be set
Against the world and its lewd contentions
More steady proving clearest virtue, stressed
With brilliant facets of the light, resolving factions.
A hope amidst the strife, this worth bestows
To character, ruling every passions’ season
For perfect care, great purposes to show
In blooms of time or timeless, sacred reasons!
Converging and uniting, such care met
Life's waking might, more near in sight to shine
With pure intent, whose knowing best reflects
All states, here cast in figures of design.
O dawning vision, pierce the awful night
And horns of plenty pour, true love requite!
When I was young I thought humanity
To be my nurse, my comfort and sure strength;
An eager hope, in every hour to length
Fleet days of wonder, all of life to see.
I cherished kindness, lain upon the breast
Of upright admonitions and good will;
A care of grace, in love, a founding rest
And honor for my vision’s windowsill.
How yet, too soon, cruel condemnations frowned
On ways I blessed in youth, now grown insane
With outward forms, the worldly pride bestows
And falsehood, waking my dread infamy.
Alas, my wasting sorrow and the shame
That groans with silent tears of faith betrayed!
Long hours, cruel hours that vex my wearied soul
With thoughts of contradiction; fawning days
Of youth are closed, in stock of lies arraigned
For inquisition and condemning powers.
What tyrannous and brutal, ruthless ways
That slam this sanctioned slavery overhead;
While bravery endures an awful crime
In contemplate of shame, too stark with dread.
So mock, O State, the way of noble ends
More false, discharge your rotten judgments’ fate;
A greater cause, at last, where first you rend
The back and front of self... my selves berate!
Dare now upon life’s brow your six-thrice brand
And testify! All stripes shall truth withstand.
Apr 14, 2012
Apr 14, 2012 at 10:59 AM UTC
I suppose for now this is how i will write to you,
to say the things i wish you were face to face to hear,
to list just what i loved about you,
and to be done with this once and for all.
I will admit I was out of my league.
So delicate was every word that passed through your lips,
so fragile was your inexperienced body.
A world of stars and memories, of laughing and crying,
collapses inward.
I will admit this is embarrassing.
I've contended with myself to forget your blue eyes,
To not sneak around the parking lot of your hotel,
If only each Chevy Malibu that caught my eye
were carrying you back to me.
I will admit I am sometimes jealous.
To see you with someone who cant love you like I do,
Why does such a shabby impersonator get to hold your hand,
When true authentic love is only finger lengths away.
******* the day I let you drive off with my heart.
I will admit sometimes I am scared.
What if I never find someone who understands me like you did?
What if you never understood me at all?
Does our love end up like those in the movies?
Destined to reunite after a life of lessons, or not at all.
I will admit sometimes I don't understand you.
Someone filled with such potential, squandering life away
Behind a desk unhappily, waiting for an answer that never comes.
If only I could save you from the tyrannous claws of indecisiveness.
If only you would give me a real chance.
I will admit I was overbearing.
Using any chance I could get I traded action for words,
Clawing at any chance I had to keep you in my nest.
I wasn't as ready as I thought, I wasn't as confident as I thought,
I was small.
I must admit I hold regret.
we have become reluctant friends,
life happens and there is never a chance to go in reverse.
Everything is for learning,
Everything is made to let go.
Jan 10, 2012
Jan 10, 2012 at 3:42 PM UTC
hey be on the automobile , more ready than i am to bust this place up
and set goes to the flames tyrannous soaring tape real effects sunburst
seance in carbon manifest this back from the heavens and **** up
beyond my better half, be on my bed for half, the night beyond
better hash, better sheets, better open your feelings, better love
better **** better up and away,
bet all in or double down teasing
me play me open handed up and halve me open hand feelings and saying
feelings open feelings open everything you keeping inside feeling till you are
feelings open feedings on me from the inside all i told you i that i really really shouldn't have
want and want and wanton love for wanting more of want and love me for it
till i become a ghost, better feelings, beyond this feeling you have for me
become a ghost, till youre better feeling better beyond belief feeding me
information of your better halves and feel this heat on my arm, I've wanted
this for such a long time such a novice of getting whatever the **** i want
so why wake in doubt, run away in flame far out, faking nothing but the front
3 2 1 we came for the ruckus, put away your cleavage and give me all your moneys
and
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 3:40 PM UTC
i'm living in the gist
of a
cold shiver,
wondering,
"what, why, and for how long?"
is it really for forever,
as the burning
insisted
before?
or is the tyrannous void,
in some muscle somewhere,
the truth
i should
remember?
count your blessings,
you foolish girl.
diamonds aren't always
found
on this ruff side of
town.
--
solar eclipse,
lunar harvest,
my soul is ripened
for the
taking.
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 4:03 PM UTC
In a world of sapphire suns and marble moons
Covered completely in hourly monsoons –
There lays a creature so filled with life
Yet all alone and lacking a wife.
He's always been known by a name so rare
That those who speak it would receive a glare.
He's really no different than you or I,
But it's what he's done for what he's known by.
On this planet of sapphire suns,
There once was a tyranny that was led by guns.
They demanded food and they demanded water;
Obtaining it all by a ruthless slaughter.
The creatures did what they could to hide
Hoping in time it would all subside.
When reality spread that there wasn't an end,
One arose on who all could depend.
Day and night, he fought for their rights
Defending and grinning he saved their lives.
He rallied the masses with his words and actions
To conjure up riots and other abstractions.
They never thought they'd see the day;
But their much needed revolution was now on the way.
With the tyrannous tyrants finally distracted,
The creature was ready when he acted.
It all took lives, and it all took time,
But in the end, it ended the crime.
With the tyrants down, there stood a savior
The one who promoted the disorderly behavior.
Statues were raised and monuments erected
But what happened next would not be expected.
A tyrant remained with revenge in his heart
Who swore he would tear this creature apart.
He devised a machine so evil and mean,
To wipe out all minds and make them clean.
In his plan, he excluded only one,
The creatures' pride; their beloved son.
This wasn't enough -- the tyrant wanted more;
He wanted their hero to be knocked to the floor.
He programmed their minds to despise and detest
The one who relived them from being oppressed.
The tyrant deemed him an unspeakable curse,
And any that spoke of him would be proclaimed as worse.
At first our savior was deeply astonished,
But not soon after, he reacted with a promise.
"In this never-ending war that I'm determined to win
I'll suffer through pain but escape with a grin.
You've won the battle but I'll win the war
I've won before, and I'll win once more."
Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 1:27 AM UTC
I am gone and out of sight. So why should you care? There is nothing left in this soggy sad tale, of childhood self-defeating. The center city of my times and my observations all out of sight. So why should you care? The silent soliloquies and trending electric doom. The death and reconstruction of vast empires and deserts blazing in their teething tyrannous rise. The unconscious attitude of millions quietly scoffed at by philosophers in dark, locked closets. The waves of our own gluttonous self classification completely illuminated on the firing line and who had no last words for any of their sins. The failure of our own cultivated mold, on our own rock, on our own time, surely a good place to stop this december. It's now, so why should you care?
Things will see well, said the city. No neon corpuscles. No dead-light street corners. Just me and the Five lying about which way to get home.
I seem to want to hate them all. Every last golden memory. Just find an other.
Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 4:14 PM UTC
'Tis a tyrannous
horology that haunts
the lighthouse keeper's watch,
the turning beam he mans alone
splits night for but a single beat.
His thoughts are nothing more than mist
a slow condensing of the airs
that form about his rising chair
and chill his idle feet .
May 21, 2022
May 21, 2022 at 1:35 AM UTC
Deceleration of my sigh,
In church , A priest with a cassock,
Averred his massive lesson,
"Life , a maze or meander"
Thee in life chapter,
Caged in unexpected labyrinth,
A diversion in everyone's life,
Why? "Verged on obsession"
For beloved love ,
In strength of malice,
Bah ! Stabbing thou parent's heart,
For that lowly bubble relationship.
Thy spellbound to tyrannous friendship,
Swound , with a fissure in your brain,
For that loon, For that false friend,
You keep aside the whole world.
By thou Senator,
All fair in Almighty's home,
Incident always strand your life,
Which open your blind eyes.
Quoth the Priest,
" With o'er taking wings,
Chase your dreams and humanity,
Make your Parent elated "
Live with reminiscents for smile,
"Make a go of it "
"Rise to fame and Fortune"
To touch only the pious dust of Almighty's feet.
My Allah , heal these artless creatures,
Till the doom doomsday,
Keep them out of this cruel lifely labyrinth,
Keep blessing them with your holy benediction.
💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖
Sep 19, 2020
Sep 19, 2020 at 8:27 AM UTC
I am just words
how many did I speak yesterday?
today is making demands on me
what should I say
but about the same words
with some variations-- subtract there, add here?
my words appear quicker than I can think
Oh dear, oh dear!
I am not a robot or automaton
I am human--I should not be mechanistic
but words rule my life and are tyrannous
they know too many a cunning trick
I must study my words-bank
delete what has made me a fool
a new vocabulary I should acquire
like a little child starting school.
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 6:57 AM UTC
::::::Just a Poem::::::
The world will end
The Earth will bend
Waters will get thirsty
Ants will grow hefty
The sun will melt
No pain will be felt
The clouds will usurp the sky
Fishes will walk and fly
Trees will run and walk
Flowers will sing and talk
Animals will become wise
As with great heat the Moon will arise
Rivers will flow out from earth
Water will be the measuring unit of wealth
Stories will not be told
Not when old senile grasses will bear forth gold
And mountains will be heaved by valiant men
As they bore forth silvers and diamonds vomiting children
Famers will plant Crimson stones and harvest rubies
Ripping their husbands apart, and searching for crystals, would be feminine hobbies
Lions will be used for transportation, since their claws will turn wheels
Crocodiles will evacuate their aquatic tenements and head for the hills
After losing their flight, birds will trek to volcanic regions for recreation
As venoms of snakes will be used for mummification
Just when planetary bodies muss up after drinking muscatel
And Comets will go wiggling the Universe searching for Meteors to tell
Asteroids will be **** women
Visiting Earth on intervals to eat the luscious renascent three-legged men
Children will converged forging a bulwark with each fiery horn
Ones fixed by a one-tooth worm just about the time they were born
This is a gory war; it will commence when a star will fall
Exactly when vim-less monkeys will bellow a rehearsed rodomontade in the butchery hall
As venerated corpses of Rats receive posthumous worship
Those villains were holy miscreants, who sent many to death-sleep
Their posterities are honored; infamous miscreated Rats, with flagrant mien
But as foretold by the corpulent Prophets, shortened will be the tyrannous Gopheric reign
For they will be swallowed by gigantic-goliath gourmand Hippopotamuses
Their description are ineffable to words, they are of enormous sizes
And aeons from now those gourmets will swallow the earth! And oh! Unreal it will all seem
Because you think this screed is just a Poem!
Composed by SirKelvin
Poem 99, ©SirKel 2016
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 5:56 PM UTC
Whist now, love
speak quietly,
and keep your symbol,
close about you.
Only meet in darkness,
while this zealotry
prevails,
for they will
raze the sacrosanct to
filth of unkempt alleyways,
in mutilated outrage of
their tyrannous brigades...
Pray,
stay your song
inside yourself,
go placid into nothingness,
say little of your learning
hood the wisdom of your word,
They will come,
these new Inquisitors,
with torches for their narrative,
our difference is a Witchcraft,
and the Witches must be burned...
Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 5:55 PM UTC
If neoliberalism urges caution
To our humanitarian approaches
But causes legislative bloat
And fosters lethargy,
Then neo-conservatism presses observance
To the safeguarding of our rights
But causes judicial confusion
And breeds separation.
Between us & I,
Between collective & individual.
So much joy amid the animosity,
So many cliques amid the niches.
Sadly concentrated & widespread-
What once was Orthodox is again
Within the eyes of most of man.
Such twists of countenances,
Such distortions of their own doctrines.
What scripture is not perverted?
What documents are not violated?
What laziness by the righteous
In eye of such cutthroat ruthlessness,
For the extent of the lack of justice
There is not nearly equal ire.
Get out & do something,
Stand up for what you believe in,
Lest you're unable.
Keep calm & carry on,
Be civil & observe decorum!
Keep calm & carry on,
Be dutiful & raise the standard!
There's barbarians on the border,
We're facing invasion
And enemies from within!
False citizens who lifted the gates;
Members of the house & senate,
District & magistrate.
The foreign threats grow,
We're completely surrounded
By enemies along our walls!
Backstabbing friends conspiring against us;
Those honored to be called partners & allies,
Apparatchik & Goldfasanen.
There's a war being waged
By the likes of values, beliefs-
Through our culture!
Capricious celebutantes with secret agendas;
Members of the paparazzi & cinema,
Big shot bankers & developers.
Every discussion is a battle,
For the extremists are everywhere,
By wealthy like terrorists!
Tyrannous minorities with their backdoor deals;
Those revered of the fraternal & esoteric,
Seedy elites & naive henchmen.
So much most repulsive, henious,
By perpetrators most traitorous.
Feb 8, 2025
Feb 8, 2025 at 4:59 PM UTC