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Violence Success Poems | Violence Poems About Success

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Details | Ode |

Love is a Sacrifice

You have my soul, but you have your fate Whatever your words, I’m willing to take You have my word; I’ll give you my breath It’s like a chain that would never be break You are my love with all my heart, I’ll fight for you with all my might. And in the way, you admire your goals, You hold my hands, but not so close. As you go to your chosen path, I’ll accept the fact that we will be apart. In the dark side, I leave behind Within my faith, that you’ll arise Please don’t look back, coz I’m fighting still I’m hurting so much! Don’t want to have you near I accept my fate for what it does, I’m bleeding so much, do you know for whom it was? You reach your goals, as you want to have, Would you remind the man that gave what he had? As you reach the stars, and be the one Be a sun that shines its own. After the rain, the rainbow comes, Like dark in the moon, when the light flash A glimpse from you at least a short For then I knew my pain is worth.

Copyright © Emmanuel Fajutagana | Year Posted 2013

Details | Classicism |



Many things happen under the sun and moon
Nobody cares if it escapes the understanding of the common man
Life is bigger than logic; living is a colossal mystery juxtaposed to existence
Of what use is the mouth if it can’t speak up when needed?
What else is the purpose of the ear if it can’t hear what is happening?
Blindness is the better option if the eye can’t see what its there to see
What again awaits the man that has brain and can’t make use of it; Death?
Who would see a fight and not fight it out with the fight?
What would it profit a man if he gives in to intimidation & looses his rights?
Would you rather be killed when you can kill your killer?

Nobody gave me a chance; I took one
Not ready to think about the risk: let the result be won
Heard everybody dies and not everybody has lived
So, I preferred being the lion that died and not the sheep that lived
So busy daring for many things and not hoping for nothing
Calculations never made a hero; zero plus zero equals to nothing
So destined for greatness; it requires me to take risks and confront hazards
Tomorrow will give birth to both sexes; got the prophecy from the wizards
Refusing to be among the cautious crowd that refuse to play not to loose
I stood out to play to win; won the crown and the queen, then let hell loose.

Intimidation has intimidated me enough that I refuse to be intimidated
I hate that boy that have accepted to be trampled upon by a lesser being
I love the girl that have insisted on standing on her rights and not falling
Shame to the man that is biased and can’t stand on the side of truth & justice
Oh! She said; there is one concept of truth but can be realized in many ways
Glory to who deserves glory; let someone pay respect to the glorified guru
Many came, saw & couldn’t conquer what the few didn’t see, yet conquered
Thought himself a god and treaded on the path angels are afraid to tread on
His ego is stupidly big; he foolishly offended the wrong person that is right
He took the risky risk; now, the outcome can’t be over, risking him a risk.


Copyright © Victor Alexander | Year Posted 2013

Details | Cowboy |

Showdown at Heller Ranch

Don Heller owned an impressive spread,
Not that far from Lindholme town,
Below the tall peaks of Idaho,
Down the road from Ed McGowan.

Ed McGowan owned half the ville,
And had two-dozen hanger-son.
Ike Raeburn owned the other half,
But had thirty men with guns.

All knew that someday blood would come,
And six-shooters would be drawn,
But Marshall Jackson, old and tired
Could not stop this violent dawn.

Ed and Ike threw their weight around,
Then demanded the loyalty,
Of townsfolk and of ranchers all
Who lived in the wide country.

Before long folks had taken sides,
Just trying somehow to survive,
But Dan wouldn’t be tread upon,
He said he’d sooner die!

He readied himself for a fight,
Not knowing who’d strike first.
But he paused and then had an idea
To end the pair’s blood-thirst.

He sauntered one day into town,
And sat down for a drink.
To all who’d ask he told freely
Which side he thought would win.

By day’s end the rumor ran
That McGowan he did choose.
But another claimed him Raeburn’s man,
Twas a wild mess of news.

But Ed and Ike, they would not stand
Someone siding against them,
So they both went down to Heller’s ranch,
To deal out his punishment!

As each drew near and saw the other
They raised up an angry cry!
Colts came out and roared to life,
The hot lead began to fly.

And as the bodies piled up,
As hot blood so freely spilled,
Dan sat perched with his Sharps
Upon a nearby, wooded hill.

When one would run from the carnage,
He could carefully take aim,
And whether they were Ed’s of Ike’s
Dan sent them swiftly to their graves.

And when the shirkers started falling,
Each side blamed the other gang.
They redoubled their violent efforts,
Their guns with mad rage sang!

In seven quick and hellish minutes
They tore each other apart,
And left but one man standing,
Where fifty-seven had stood at the start!

That man was old Ike Raeburn,
Desperately limping away.
So Dan he drew a bead on him,
Squeezed, and ended his days.

Dan went down to the town for Marshall,
And told him a sordid yarn,
About two gangs having it out,
While he ‘hid’ within the barn.

Marshall Jackson made his way out,
Whistled, then shook his head.
And said,”Never thought it would end like this,
But at least those thugs are dead.”

Lindholme had no trouble after that,
The Marshall saw to his job,
Hired on a younger deputy
To help him control the mob.

And Dan never had to worry again,
For as the townfolk like to say:
What fears a man who takes on fifty-plus
And lives to walk away?

Copyright © David Welch | Year Posted 2017