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Soldier Evil Poems | Evil Poems About Soldier

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Details | Rhyme |

Kingdom Lost

In summertime, the ivy climbs,
and hides the castle wall.
The king dreams of late,
that the sea is so great,
and yet - his boat is so small.
As swift as a fox and
dark as a raven on wing,
seven hundred soldiers march  
into the valley of the king.
Long overdue, a battle ensues
flanking the powers that be.
Children cry, and good men die, 
the monarch is now on his knee…
Soon the horsemen alone 
try to maintain the throne.
But the long way around
is the shortest way home.
The evening is filled
with chaos and smoke,
and the kingdom is 
stunned by it all…
Soon the sun will go down,
and in spite of his crown, 
the king will undoubtedly fall…
His rival’s strength
was mistaken,
by a king overtaken,
his life is now but a pawn.
His authority lifted,
the power has shifted –
an era of glory is gone…
 
 
Copyright © 2013
 


Details | Lyric |

To young to die

Too young to die


They take a boy, too young to shave
Who has never lived his life
While his mates are chasing girls
They fill his life with strife
They send him off to a brand new war
Over some damned fools Ideal
I don’t understand their wars
And I guess I never will


The folk who like to run the show
Or most of them at least
Have never even been to war
They’ve never felt the beast
As he rips right into one’ intestines
That hollow hole of fear!
Each leader should be sent to war
Then the picture might grow clear


Then when they send young boys to war
They’ll see the whole damned show
The weight of endless terror
 And then maybe they’ll know
What it’s like as a fine young man
To be sent out there to die
He might then know, how a mother feels
When she’s lost her little guy.

1 August 2013 @ 1443hrs.


Details | Free verse |

TELL ME UN

      

Tell me UN ,
Will you win this war ?
Will you bring cruelty to gallows ?


Yes I see you daily here
Striving round the clock like trojan
Left and right like pendulum
Ups and downs like leaf-cutters
Building army, building bridges
Pacing faster on trick’s ladder;
Oh fear ; cruelty is gargantuan.


Its instinct is domination ,
That is its mission and goal;
Like phoenix is its soul
And like elixir is its spirit.


Storms it gathers daily
The brutish it breeds like ants
Making hell of every metre
That I wonder United Nations;
From where will you strike,
From side will you approach;
To bring brutality its knee.


The day mother bought a hen
And let it loose for airing a bit
No sooner it met the brutish
Than domination defeathered its head
With their  vampire’s aching-pecks.


Oh the day of armageddon;
When green were shredded like okra,
And the gray like potato chips;
Every foot wore sock of red ;
 So an aged man sermonised :
Brutish world , young as the day is ,
Lions have made morsel of antelopes.


Who shall tame the lions ?
Who shall save the necks of antelopes ?
Tell me UN, will you win this war ?
Will you bring cruelty to gallows ? 
Will you tame the lions and cage the peckers ?
The lions roar everywhere and there now 
The noise becoming louder and deafening
Worldly peace growing mucus , tell me,
Now be eloquent; will you win this war
Or we start building temples for terrors ?   


Details | Rhyme |

Shandamaire

Beyond the dark t’ward light of day
There is a land far, far away
This place is known as Shandamaire
A little castle’s nestled there

Around this castle dark and tall
There is a garden still and small
The flowers there no longer bloom
Within their little garden room

But it was not so long ago
That you could see the flowers grow
The blossoms there were bold and bright
While welcoming the morning light

T’was then a princess young and fair
Strolled the grounds of Shandamaire
All of the birds and creatures small
Would answer to her lilting call

The princess loved her favorite toys
A dancing doll that brought her joys
With a button where one eye had been
And a sturdy soldier made of tin

The kingdom loved the charming lass
With hair of gold and skin like glass
And everything was perfect there
In the lovely land of Shandamaire

Then came an evil prince one day
To steal the princess’s land away
At first he tried to win her heart
But with her land she would not part

He decided then to make her leave
So as the kingdom knelt to grieve
He’d take it for his very own
And seat himself upon its throne

He chased the girl with golden hair
Through hallways in the castle there
Out to the garden she did flee
And begged the prince to let her be

The soldier and the dancing doll
Heard their tiny princess call
And hurried to the garden path
To stop the evil prince’s wrath

Next to the garden’s old stone wall
The princess saw the dancing doll
But the doll and soldier were too late
To save her from her awful fate

The evil prince gave her a shove
And rocks fell down from up above
The sturdy soldier made of tin
Kept the wall from falling in

But while he held the wall in place
A smile came to the prince’s face
He took the girl with golden hair
And left the land of Shandamaire

And now within the garden small
A rusting soldier holds a wall
Through winter snow and summer rains
Sturdy and stout he still remains

And high atop that garden wall
Are the remnants of a dancing doll
Its face you see is never dry
As tears fall from its button eye

Eternally they stand and wait
For their princess by the garden gate
And if you look they still are there
In the far off land of Shandamaire


Details | Imagism |

The Knight

Fire and smoke, and ashes of black.

The tale only told,

On a white marble plaque.



Destruction, distraughtion, never foretold.

Til this day, by a knight,

So brave, and so bold.



A camp, set a light, and burnt to the ground,

By an evil, so dark,

Set homeward bound.



They met on a Friday, and agreed to a fight.

Both ready, and armed,

It would start at midnight.



Stood in a circle, that was drawn on the floor.

Facing each other,

Audience cheering for gore.



A bang of the gong, and the battle began.

The knight gave one hit,

And the evil man ran.



Archers took aim, and fired their load.

The knight turned away,

And into the sunset, he rode.



Now I ask you, dear princess, can I be your prince?

Don’t you see, I’m the knight,

Have been ever since.