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The Poet Warrior

My Dear Enemy
Here I am
In full armor
My quill is full of arrows
My bow is taunt and ready fro battle
My horse is pristine and shiny black
I am your enemy
As you are mine to the death
I shall take my bow and arrow
Pierce you through the heart
My king shall praise and honor me
For many battles so well fought
I know I have to shoot my arrows
To save my own pitiful soul

My dear enemy
I just long for you to know
Every arrow, every drop of blood
Every soul that must depart
Due to my fine skills and sharp arrow darts
I die along with you
I know not who you are
Yet a weep for your lost soul
I imagine other times
Maybe we would sit for tea and cookies
Laughing over words of glee
You and I so battle ready
I am sorry for all the battle scars
The blood that flows so deep
Every arrow that leaves my bow
I am sure it too, also weeps

My Dear Enemy
I prey today that before the dusk
One of you will have a finer bow
My heart no longer has the will
To fill my quill with arrows so
Today, I let one of you end my day
No longer can I live on this way
All my fine arrows fired
Have finally been on target
My Dear Enemy
I love you as any man
I have only love for humanity
I pray one day
Our Kings and Queens shall feel this way
As off the battle field, I am carried away

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

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King Vlad Redux - Second Cold War

King Vlad Redux – Second Cold War

Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin’s grimy fingerprints on current history
are for him nothing to gloat about—au contraire I say emphatically:
His actions bespeak one who’s not an architect for peace—not at all,
rather a quite deceitful dictator and a harbinger of a Second Cold War.

King Vlad’s old Soviet-style actions are clear for all who care to see,
and make no mistake about it—he’s without remorse and a soul to boot.
A Master of Malarkey and an International Bamboozler Supreme, he
certainly is, with a menacing image and not one iota of conscience.

King Vlad risks a Second Cold War with his violation of international
law concerning the blatant, illegal annexation of the Crimean peninsula.
With his brand of new style Soviet adventurism on the march, the Old 
Soviet Bear has been resurrected anew—and it’s hot on the prowl again!

King Vlad’s new spirit of nationalism for Russia is not at all progressive
as evidenced by his current war on certain ethnic minorities: Jews, Tartars, 
Armenians, Gypsies—to include anyone who chooses to resist and protest
against his new age fanaticism rebranded anew in the twenty-first century.

King Vlad’s lineage to and proclivity for the old Soviet Union and its star
cast of past gangster luminaries: Lenin, Stalin, Beria, Molotov, Brezhnev, 
and Andropov—to name a few, are quite telling since they reflect the real
nature of his psyche and the tragedy he brings now to the world stage.

And lest we forget, the innocent souls of the murdered passengers from flight
MH17 in eastern Ukraine who cry out, as do their families, for justice from
the criminal thuggery and hooliganism perpetrated by King Vlad in support
of proxy groups that do his evil biddings soaked in lies, treachery, and deceit.

King Vlad takes pleasure in fulfilling a fanciful role today of the old Soviet
Bolshoi Nachalnik (Big Boss), whose historical antecedents from Soviet Big
Bosses of past fame, doesn’t augur well for future democracy in New Russia,
and doesn’t align with the precepts of good governance and human rights.

King Vlad’s treachery and deception are certainly open for everyone to see 
as he executes his plan of disrupting the balance of the current world order.
We all should be forewarned of the clouds of tyranny and aggression that
could be unleashed one day on the European continent and the world today.

King Vlad, despite very strong objections and economic sanctions imposed
by Western leaders and diplomats, understands only one word rendered so 
poignantly in the German language: die Macht (or Power), which lurks ever  
behind his public mask and psychological makeup as a former KGB officer.

King Vlad’s actions reflect his virtues of lying, denying, accusing, rejecting,
and criticizing—all poison arrows in his quiver as a Master of Prevarication.
His real mask is that of a Monster who had the very best Soviet teachers and 
wishes to tilt the axis of his New Russia on a collision course with the West.

And so Generalissimo Stalin . . . how do you like your nasty little boy now???

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved (November 30, 2014)
(Narrative Quatrain)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014

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Brave Conquerors Of Weakened Tribes

Brave Conquerors Of Weakened Tribes

They could never in any great haste
their false glory dare to forsake.
Why abandon that gleam in their eyes
for truth in those sad tomorrows?

Dwell not in that bitter splendor
A victor with a yellow wreath.
In pride hide being a lying pretender
never giving up what fate bequeath!

Restless spirits from vanquished foes
can not invade that haughty parade.
Brave conquerors of weakened tribes
living out a false, arrogant charade.

History now reveals the dishonor disguised.
And tales of false victories cleverly contrived!

Robert J. Lindley, 10-14-2015

Note- http://www.iearn.org/hgp/aeti/aeti-1...americans.html

In the past, the main thrust of the Holocaust/Genocide Project's magazine, An End To Intolerance, has been the genocides that occurred in history and outside of the United States. Still, what we mustn't forget is that mass killing of Native Americans occurred in our own country. As a result, bigotry and racial discrimination still exist.

"In 1492, Columbus sailed the ocean blue" . . . and made the first contact with the "Indians." For Native Americans, the world after 1492 would never be the same. This date marked the beginning of the long road of persecution and genocide of Native Americans, our indigenous people. Genocide was an important cause of the decline for many tribes.

"By conservative estimates, the population of the United states prior to European contact was greater than 12 million. Four centuries later, the count was reduced by 95% to 237 thousand.

In 1493, when Columbus returned to the Hispaniola, he quickly implemented policies of slavery and mass extermination of the Taino population of the Caribbean. Within three years, five million were dead. Las Casas, the primary historian of the Columbian era, writes of many accounts of the horrors that the Spanish colonists inflicted upon the indigenous population: hanging them en mass, hacking their children into pieces to be used as dog feed, and other horrid cruelties. The works of Las Casas are often omitted from popular American history books and courses because Columbus is considered a hero by many, even today.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Another Dawn, Another Day

(Out of Eden: Act V)

Have you heard the sound of hooves go….. ‘clickety clickety, clop’?
That is the sound that the Pale Horse makes, when down on Earth to shop.
That Reaper mean, the one called ‘Grim’,
Takes tortured souls with wanton whim.
That rider of the Pale Horse smirks - goes….clickety, clickety, clop…..clickety, clickety, clop.


Have you heard the sound of chests go…… ‘boom-a de boom-a de boom’?
That is the sound that the poor heart makes in throes of gloom and doom.
Horrors unleashed you freeze with fright,
Hormone screaming ‘flee or fight!!!’
The stricken heart pounds deathly beats - goes .’….boom-a de boom-a de boom’….boom-a de boom-a de boom’!


Have you heard the sound of guns go ….rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat, tat?
That is the sound that the nozzle made when out, it’s bullets, spat.
To claim a life and rip apart
The victim …and a loved one’s heart.
That nozzle spits out rhythmic hate  - goes…rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat, tat! …rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat, tat!


Have you heard the sound of bells go ..ring-a-ling, ding-a-ling, dong?
That is the sound that the Church bells make to mark a Victory Song.
Men may die, and many shall mourn
But Life itself is not forlorn.
Be brave, take heart…the Church bell peals, ..goes: ring-a-ling, ding-a-ling, dong…ring-a-ling, ding-a-ling, dong!


Have you heard the sound of the Cock; go …kook-a-doodle, kook-a-doodle, do?
That is the sound that the rooster makes when light, the days, renew.
Days will come, and days will go
And Life goes on the way we know.
So listen. Hark. The cockerel crows - ….it goes: …kook-a-doodle, kook-a-doodle,do
………..Kook-a-doodle, kook-a-doodle,do…………Kook-a-doodle, kook-a-doodle,do
Another Dawn….another Day …….kook-a-doodle, kook-a-doodle,do!

Copyright © Robert Amure | Year Posted 2015

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Slithering Tides of War

War crime trials had come and gone
And Nuremberg became old news
But there were some who would escape
They packed their bags, with no remorse
Changing names, and hid away
They had shamed the course of history

They had slithered through the cracks of time
from the lowest form of man's intent 
There was no gray, just black or white
The blackest black defaced the way
humanity was meant to be

Some trails of slime don't wash away
As years went by,  new wars ensued
Old men, by now, like snakes reside
in masquerade, and false pretense
while rejoicing in the news today,
in hopes cold crimes have been forgot
But cowardice remains alive
A holocaust of man's design

Humanity must not give up 
And wickedness will not command
For justice seeks its own reward
and somehow fate will have its day

We pray these reptiles spent their years
slinking low, like snakes, they are, 
haunted by the ghosts of war , thinking of the millions gone
thinking of the things they've done…sinking deeper in the grave
spending days, while drinking fear,  
instead of drinking coffee in the cafés of Berlin


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1/28/16   
Inspired by Contest: "A Last Line Prompt"
Sponsor: Julia Ward

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2016

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Civil War

This evening I listen to a Rock 'n' Roll band
Their track is Civil War, as our world now expands

To us it's the same size but to others they despise
For the want of greed exists in their killer hungry eyes

Where do I start, to say of their evil spread
A different starvation leaving the world in evil dread

It's not our today's but our yesterdays years
That our history tells us, of our everlasting torn tears

Cambodia, the Lebannon, and Sri Lanka's Indian sun
Rebels who demand better at the end of a gun

Guaetamala and Peru with their Shining Path
Villagers in terror decrying it's ever last

Democracy is our power in it's controllable exist
Like the Shining above, how long will our future paths persist

Recent news in the Arabic World, has taken tyrants by surprise
For decades they have stolen with their torturing infidel lies  

I could go deeper and deeper to describe these evils acts
In wanton blood spillage, to increase civil war torn facts

For this is the world we live in, it appears we determine to live
Maybe in our lifetime it will be on our doorstep, we open, our lives will sieve










http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-8.php


Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2011

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War Mentality

They come from a different era
where patriotism is a just cause
they would fight for the true blue
never mind who was right or wrong

they stood staunch and egos proud
their chest out, backs straight and chins up
they come from an old style of thinking
I fight today as my father and grandfather did too.

fighting for an eye for an eye tooth for a tooth
I will die to serve my country even if its a lie
if you try to invade our land
we will come and conquer you

we are defenders of the truth
but the old timers forget
and the young ones have a narrow point of view
there was a time when the immigrants were Irish, Italians and jews

racism was rampant and that hasn't changed
Christians today still preach
'Jesus is savior they say repent your evil ways
pushing their rhetoric just like the roman empire did

amazingly America seems to be doing the same
history seems to repeat itself time and time again
war, religion, oil and what we perceive  as freedom
we invade again and again and call it defending democracy

yet the intelligence comes from spies and other governments
because they have shared interests in different types of policy
they all carefully choose their words
because one slip of the lip could trigger war as it has happened before

todays war on terrorism is a campaign designed  to instill pain 
and un-trust to drain our resources from us 
And our leader claimed up front this is not a religious war
yet he paraphrases from the bible we'll get those evil doers

you see bush fooled our religious leaders too.
he used their belief in Jesus he tricked 'em all just to get their vote
he claims he's a born again Christian and this Christians embraced him holly
but then one day bush spoke to Jesus and asked what to do with Iraq

Jesus responded Invade that country
Now dont get me wrong Jesus was not about war 
he taught of peace, love and compassion
however his message has been twisted and turned over time 

and history shows the hands of Christian religious leaders are always bloody
because they twist the truth to control dictatorship is always the goal
Bush had been plaining war before a judge handed him the seat
on his first day he signed a bill into law prevent any criminal charges against him


Copyright © Ron Flatow | Year Posted 2007

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Evil in Six words


Nazi horror

          Auschwitz

Piles of shoes
 

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February 22, 2016


Free Verse


For the contest, Six Words
sponsor, John Lawless

First Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2016

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The Hounds of Hell Released

The Hounds of Hell Released
Blood-spattered feathers on broken wings, and the Age of Angels and Light was undone. A black mantle of terror and darkness descended, as the red-hot lips of hell opened wide, belching out war-thirsty hounds that shredded peace to pieces.

Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2015

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Whatever It Takes

When two choose each the other
Having decided this, their fate
A bond, a pledge, a vow replaces
That which, unchosen, cannot wait
Even when it requires a warrior resolute,
Vitality deathless, and sacrifice continuous,
Eternal must the pledge be, or
Risk betrayal's scourge sinuous.

It is at the pit, against the fiery horde
That Absalom dulls the finest sword

This is what it takes to stand at my side
Antagony to injustice is my cause
Knell my soul to abandon,  divide
Eidetically my failure would resound, preside
Sorcerous dreams expounding my flaws.

Indebted to peace, yet still facing war
Soliloquy sweet, punished yet more.

When the lashes pernicious slander my spirit
Have you the stamina to fight weaponless, naked?
Ardently ask the goddess Irit
That throughout the nightmare, you survive unwakéd?

Impassioned, immortal, immoderate, rhetorical

Would you, could you, if so, should you?
Illusion or real, my fight is defense
Leave destruction behind 
Lose selfish pretense

Give willingly blood to the unjust blow
Impatiently wait the night for the dawn
Vicious dark creatures attack love's glow
Effervescent, they dissolve at the light, and pass on.

Because violence feeds violence, and hate cannot withstand love's rapture.

Copyright © Matthew Wetter | Year Posted 2015

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If You Ever Cross Me

I am never jealous, but theirs an evil in my eye
Step forward and cross me, and soon you'll wonder why
No matter where you are, it doesn't matter where you hide
For I'm the clever one, who'll find you and watch you slide

There are some things that you will never own, nor I, so read my words
For if I have to find a reason, my actions are seldom heard
These actions I speak about, are the watching of your life fade
And the squealing through your last breath, your body in dying cascade

I am never jealous, but theirs an evil in my eye
Step forward and dare to cross me, and soon you'll wonder why
The world is small enough, it takes nothing for me to try
I can only ever promise, take what is never yours, and you will rightly die









http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/me-3.php

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2011

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The writing is on the wall

The writing is on the wall.


The writing is on the wall, an old saying used even until today
for those found lacking or deficient, Divine judgement is on the way
It means that there has been a weighing done on the scales of justice
by an impartial God who knows us, and the good or bad we practice.

The writing is on the wall even today, in our ultra modern society
for those who choose critical and independent thinking, instead of piety
for those who deny there is a God, or who simply worship in their own way
for those whose judgemental hypocrisy is super abundantly on display

The writing is on the wall, for all warmongers filled with nationalistic hate
For all those inciting our youth to violence, malevolent voices that resonate
The writing is on the wall, for those who say good is bad, and that bad is good
and for those who kill the innocent child, it's well deserved and understood.



Writing on the wall comes from the Bible Daniel chapter 5 where the Babylonian King is judged  by God's handwritten cryptic message on the wall. The prophet Daniel interprets the writing and the King was killed and replaced that same evening. Consequently the expression the writing on the wall portends judgement and destruction.

John Derek Hamilton

April 19, 2016

Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2016

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Cut Down By Deeds Of History's Warlords

Cut Down By Deeds Of History's Warlords
  
Saddened with their agony and deep pain,
the black of nights slowly passed on away:
Purple hearts can never ever explain,
war's dark, needless battle deaths anyway!

Dear sweet memories soothe a wounded mind
thus bringing much needed relief to bear.
Twilight's brings on another sad hurt kind,
stripping shattered souls so completely bare.

Darkness and misery grinds the brave stone,
where hope hides in such strange shadowy fjords.
Lives wasted, brave people forever gone,
cut down by deeds of history's warlords!

Heaven will judge right those souls forced to die!
Hell will burn warlords, we need not ask why?

Robert J. Lindley, 2-21-2015

Sonnet: Perfect tens
100 words.. 

Syllables Per Line:	
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables:	140
Total # Words:	100

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Estranged Angel

She was an estranged angel 
On the backbone of a boar 
She never put her hair up 
Was a missile without a war 
She broke a wild stallion 
With the motion of her hips 
She stifled a chameleon 
With the color of her lips 
She drowned a hundred hearts 
With the ocean in her eyes 
She never stayed for dinner 
Had a trick bag full of lies 
She's the chairman of your love 
It's the least you stand to lose 
Reinvested into futures 
The kind you'd never care to chose 
She shone just like a savior 
To a crowd of men like me 
In the dark and dreary alley 
She convinced us we'd be free 
She locked our souls together 
With chain of solid gold 
To wander through the streets 
Starving, in love, and cold 
On rainy nights she'd tell me 
Of the millions she would make 
We pounded solid granite 
Until it'd crack, until it'd break 
She delivered forty hammers 
On a bull, without a sound 
She had hundreds of 'em stowed 
Somewhere buried in the ground 
We bore our chains and sang it loud 
We wrote a thousand songs 
God save your children's virgin eyes 
From seeing such a throng 
She promised me the world inside 
A thimble she'd unhide 
Upon completion of a house 
Built on the black hillside 
She promised me so many things 
I believe I did lose track 
But if I could somehow free these boys 
they'd sure be headed back 
To living simple there in town 
No vixen to demand 
Just a table for to drink at 
And to play a couple hands 
But the hand that feeds the bread 
Now riddled so with grubs 
Would never be allowing that 
A world with beds and tubs 
Her power is a mighty thing 
That crushes bone and brow 
It brings one to believe it right 
To stumble, kneel, and bow 
We're just too worn and sore 
To ever execute our coup 
Best rest until the morning comes 
There's plenty of work to do

Copyright © Andy Ellsworth | Year Posted 2013

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Blackness Descending

Blackness Descending

My deep rage knows no damn bounds
Lucifer, let loose your hounds
Burning fire rages on in my mind
if only that future victim I could find!

Lay on these hands to spare no relief
shatter hell and rip his sick belief
Yet control says, hold your hate
while anger says, crush do not wait!

This storm forever stays inside me
I race away but tis futile to flee
The monster digs in its cutting grip
I fear actions, as sadly often I slip

Once darkness invades this angry soul
nothing satisfies but a bloody goal
I must stop and reach for the Light
to hold back and not something fight!

My deep rage knows no damn bounds
Lucifer, let loose your hounds
Burning fire rages on in my mind
if only that future victim I could find!

Robert J. Lindley

No note!!!!

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Elegy | |

Oh Syria

Reality is lost and I fear…
That someday…somewhere so near…
I will fall amongst the people so dear…
I fear…that I’ll just be another one…
Another one lost…

I wonder what the cost of my life is
not to get too political…
But I want to know what the cost of my life is
Is it money…is it land
I do not own any of them…I’m just a simple man

I remember…When I ran across your land…
I remember when I kissed my grandmother’s hands…
But you ripped my away from her…From my home
you ripped my away from my heart…you ripped me away from my soul

I feel helpless…I feel low…
It’s hard to play along when I know…I have no role
I have become a slave.
After all the love I gave.

When I look at my country…people I want to save
When I look around me…people I need to change
It seems like a hard thing to do…
when the range of people is way bigger than you

Freedom…oh how much I’ve heard that word
Freedom…oh how this idea has become absurd
when God gave us life…
He warned us only he can take our lives…

Oh Syria…my home
Oh Syria…my all
Oh Syria…what did they hurt you for?
Oh Syria…I’m here…I won’t let them hurt you anymore…
I am Proud to be your son…

Copyright © Zeki Majed | Year Posted 2013

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Melt away Racism

Melt away Racism – Zamreen Zarook
 

Various ways the populace onset,
Launching always begin with an inset,
Day by day every mind starts to feel upset,
But it is sky rocketing on every sunset.

What is the gaining out of this discrimination?
What is the meaning of this aggravation? 
They find this as an anticipation,
But it is considered as the state of aberration

Tongue is given under an oath,
He gave hands and legs not to see you as sloth,
Let your positive mind handle them both,
Definitely it will wrap you with a golden cloth.

Show respect and be perfect,
Happiness and Elysium will be your deflect,
It’s the exact time to give the inject,
Then, there won’t be a single of deflect.
 
 

Copyright © Zamreen Zarook | Year Posted 2013

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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 © Cole Banner | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

The Twilight Moor

Gazing out upon dusky barren moor,
Where gray grass grasps the air
Finding no purchase but sad allure
Straight stalks elapse their endless despair.

Teased by tales of golden reach
Tricked by gales, whose song they preach.

Redtail’s velvet wings breach the sky,
Maroon lips who kiss the grass
Stirring the song, its desperate sigh
Catching the words, her beak of crystal glass

Behind her, midnight shadow draws
Fells her beauty with unseen charcoal paws

Scarlet tears dampen the earth below
Nurture the roots held by dusty truth
Finally, the wind, gray grass’ will bestow
The hawk once, now the fountain of youth.

Litany of silence reigns in dusky glare,
Each blade bowed in mournful prayer.

Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku | |

Star Wars Rebellion haiku stream

Star Wars Rebellion:
A galactic game of Risk—
Empire/Alliance.

Alliance Leaders:
Luke Skywalker, Han Solo,
Leia, Mon Mothma.

Young Luke Skywalker
Has to confront Darth Vader,
Becomes Jedi Knight.

Han Solo pilots
The Millenium Falcon
With friend Chewbaca.

Leia Organa:
Very strong diplomat,
Potential Jedi.

President Mothma:
The rebellion’s heart and soul,
Great at recruiting.

Rebel advantage:
They are able to move their
Secret Headquarters.

Imperial Leaders:
The Emperor Palpatine,
Dark Lord Darth Vader.

Evil Palpatine,
A.K.A. Darth Sidius,
Dark Lord of the Sith.

Apprentice Vader
Was Annakin skywalker,
Seduced by dark side.

Control production,
Build mines and refineries,
Fight for resources.

The construction yards
Are used to build everything.
Must be defended!

To create armies,
Need training facilities.
Must be defended!

To build more starships,
Build or capture space stations.
Must be defended!

Special characters:
Assassins, Spies, Commandos,
And Infiltrators.

Planet resources
Gained by colonization,
Diplomacy, conquest.

To gain VICTORY:
Capture/destroy headquarters,
Capture the leaders.

Idealogies?
What’s the real goal of all wars?
Control resources!

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014

Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Open your eyes

The mind is the most powerful of them all.
As a matter of fact it's what makes the call.
But are we so blinded by what we see?
Caught in the news, tabloids, and the things on T.V.

Society making people weak.
Because they're trying to get in,
to fit in; wanting to be seen.

Our lives are vanishing before our eyes,
but it's covered up by all the nonsense
and believable lies.

How long will this continue?
How many lost lives?

Who will stop the bleeding?
comfort the cries?

We are walking our own journey
with our own baggage.
Messed up and transformed from all 
the harmful damage.

Still there is no one willing to step up
and take the challenge.
to destroy the evil desires of these harmful
savages.

However it is never too late for us all
to hold hands.
To demand for a change and take a strong
stand.

Reaching out to those who are in need;
by giving up our own wealth and filthy greed.
Taking a stand for those who can't do it themselves.
Being there for support and to bring help.

No matter how near or far a person may be,
just open your eyes and try to see.
Not the news, tabloids, or things on T.v
but the lives of those who are suffering.

Copyright © Amber Binford | Year Posted 2014

Details | Elegy | |

A Soldier's Elegy

A kestrel dips into an updraft
thinking he knows the world
tranquility gurgles 
through silent valleys
over mountains
around the earth
refracted 
through the wind

The creature soars ever higher
in great swoops and dives
the horizon curves as it eludes vision
the stars pulse their siren
but thrill denies
adrenaline overrules
their ambient warning

Gust to gust each fades 
quicker than the last
whispers carry the weight of wings
and their soulful song breaches sanity
prayers of rightful good
where petty purple banners
crest twinkling hearts

The last thermal ridden
last lyric dies
as flight’s drone fades
upturned wings alone
the sky empty oblivion
as the sun aligns its beady eye
to the looping path of the bird

Two brittle forms 
grapple in light
which blots out the senses
and protects 
what can never be touched
divine oblivion 
smites the naive bird
an archangel buried
in a crypt 
six feet deep.

Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Something Evil

Tonight I sleep in the jungle
Jaguar’s creep through the bush
We have dogs to hunt them, but in the end they are no match
I pull my poncho over my head to keep the rain out
We are not hunting jaguar’s but men
The men are on ambush
Put in the field to destroy
A probe if you will
The jaguar is only hunting to live
As the night grows colder and the bugs increase their intensity
The roar in my ears becomes unbearable
Did something move in the bush
Was it a  taper or a spook?
My watch is almost over.  Do I dare go to sleep?
There is something out there and it is evil……. 

Copyright © Stephen Kilmer | Year Posted 2013

Details | Villanelle | |

Through the Fog and Filthy Air

Through the fog and filthy air—
Which hurts my eyes just to see,
I come with something to declare…

I bring no one but myself; still, beware!
Beware of what may come after me
Through the fog and filthy air.

I come with bad news laid bare,
I come with lost souls—mad and hungry;
I come with something to declare:

Build high the wall, let them flare;
Lest all of them break in, running free!
Through the fog and filthy air.

Believe me what awaits out there:
They are not what they used to be,
I come with something to declare.

And, oh, I see them rushing from there—
Legion of hell which no one can compare!
Through the fog and filthy air
I come with something to declare!

Copyright © Adam Adhistian | Year Posted 2013

Details | Double Dactyl | |

King Vlad the Greatest

King Vlad the Greatest
 
Supremus-Dictatoris
Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin
Bamboozler-Provocateur
Arrogance absolute.

Master of Malarkey
Bolshoi-Apparatchik
Mask of a Monster
Hooliganism to boot.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
August 20, 2015 (Double Dactyl)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

The Strand

This expanse of land has seen things. 
Things all of us can only see in dreams.
It's seen war, it's gotten it's fair share of scars.
Bombs bursting, bullets throwing sand into the air like it's a volleyball tournament.
The sand running red with blood silently mocking our arteries.

This magnificent stretch of land has seen heroes' tears fall; dropping to their knees while sadness envelopes their fallen brothers but also looking up to their beloved whilst carrying a ring in their hand. 

It's seen bright days, the sun glimmering over wet sand, footprints of past loves being washed away as the sun smacks the horizon. 

This expanse of land...has seen things we can only imagine.

T.K

Copyright © Tyler Kisner | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

propaganda the ultimate weapon

In every war
propaganda has spread
many lies and fabrication
to rally support and justify war
to a misguided nation
Feeding fear hate and patriotic pride
for lawful genocide.

Power self interest and greed
motivate those in the shadows
to sell their souls
and squabble like fat pigs
from the overflowing  troth of profits

from which they feed.

The real enemy is not
The man women or child
on the street
but Satan
through the powers that be
that lurk in the shadows
in obscurity.


Peter Dome.copyright.2014.March.

Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2014

Details | Quatern | |

In a dark, dark room

In A Dark, Dark Room

Tormented in a dark, dark room--
Smelling the foulness in the ground;
Flickering shadows in the gloom
That feed upon me, all around

Bound hand and foot, with neck exposed,
Tormented in a dark, dark room,
I only slept, when coffins closed,
With nightmares of impending doom.

I heard above a muffled boom
My eyes assaulted by the light
Tormented in a dark, dark room
Never more will I fear the night

I signed on with Van Helsings Free,
Hunting vampires from tomb to tomb.
I rescue others, lost like me--
Tormented in a dark, dark room

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014

Details | Terza Rima | |

The Evil Hands of Tyranny

The Evil Hands of Tyranny

See “The Evil Hands of Tyranny” gripping coils and springs,
As they crush the throats and lives of all innocent people
Who cry for fairness and justice—but get only a deaf ear. 

Dealing cards falsely makes a laughing stock of us all,
While we gaze at that “Dark Spirit” with his ghastly grin 
And evil intentions to steal our very souls like Mephisto. 

From power hungry fools—greed envelopes all who pay
Attention not to the real evil that some men do to others,
But to those who appear to be fooling themselves true.

This brings pain, suffering, bitterness—and not peace,
And disturbs mankind’s harmony and hope for a better
Existence as the rapacious “Dogs of War” are unleashed.
 
Twisting wars to suit underlying issues is that all-too
Occurrence in our world as the young, old, and weak
Face “The Grim Reaper” who snickers at this chance.  

The rich get richer with ill regard, or even no regard for
Others not so blessed who live this precarious moment,
As the innocent endure such monstrous and virulent evil. 
 
This manifests itself in a hideous mask of hateful deceit 
And true lies toward any poor person who objects to this 
Horrid reality and challenges “The Evil Hands of Tyranny.”										
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (September 22, 2015)
(Unrhymed Tercet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

Oxymoron - A Poet's Dozen

Religious conflict Fighting in the name of God An oxymoron Dark, twisting desire for power and greed Sends the innocent ones to fall and bleed. Powerful people hosting selfish purpose Seek every day men to fill their arenas. Greed and power are too often sought In the guise of something God has willed. Killing and sorrow for those who fought And witnessed God’s other children killed Could never see Our Father fulfilled. November 5, 2015 Contest: A Poet’s Dozen Sponsor: Silent One Third Place

Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2015