Aggressor Poems | Examples

To the War Veterans

Sirs, my hands are aloft in greetings
I salute you
My legs are together in attention
I hail you
My hat is off my head
I revere you
I thank you with the two greatest things I have:
My heart and my soul
Like the aggressor who lacked the edge to wear you down,
I lack the words to say thank you.
My heart and soul which you have touched so dearly
Do so for me.

EU talks

EU talks

They sat in a splendid room around a big table
talking about Gaza and the war in Ukraine
I avoid saying, "war in Gaza," as it is nothing 
but slaughter of the innocent 
Naturally, the Hamas was a terrorist entity
and ought the be disbanded and replaced by
worthy people, presumable with an office
Brussel
Regarding Ukraine, EU must help Ukraine
to win this war sending money to by one 
thinks buy weapon and Russia was the
unspeakable aggressor
Not one person appeared to have read 
the near past, that this war was not needed 
Russia didn't want NATO near its border
therefore Ukraine had to be neutral
We know the hysterical reaction when Russia
tried to build a base in Cuba , nuclear arms
were ready and the locks on silos opened 
As before the world sided with the USA
Hamas and Hezbollah, bona fide organizations
defending the right of the Palestinians 
and other groups, against Israel's aggression 
what we think is of no interest to them.

Finally Unite Rondine

A call to arms to finally unite
against a most dangerous aggressor;
It takes two to create a warrior,
no they are not left but also not right; 
The revolution to solve the world’s plight?
This will involve every ambassador;
A call to arms;
Hitting the streets a stick of dynamite
they’ll die to live up to that metaphor;
Like a fire burning through a broken door
peace is just the beginning of the fight;
A call to arms.

Song of The Witches' Hair ''Cuscata'' No 13: ABAB

They'll pity you, or, think you're a bad a**,
as they sheathe you, roughly, embodiment
of your presence, thus the Witches' Hair typecasts,
in essence, the strangleweed, acts like ground rent,
nature's parasite plant, sheath-like its host.
The trade-off, lacking chlorophylls, futures
sustained through these vampirish nuts and bolts.
Nature poised, parasite and host, assures
time without end for both species, whereto,
if one becomes an aggressor in the
course, whereby the other put a stop to,
shortsightedly, puts an end to theirs -- huh?
Witches Hair, combs sites for host aplenty,
as strangleweeds ghost life manifestly.

Bad Words and I Do Not Agree

   Hens don't quack
     and ducks don't cluck
   but I don't give
     a flying thwuck

   By a hornet 
     I just got bit
   Watched it swell
     Cried, "O, Shlitz!"

   Brother got sucker-punched
     and fell to the grass
   I kicked the aggressor
     in his friggin' face

   So, my friends, as you can see
     bad words do not agree with me
   If ever to use one you are tempted
     Let your !$^&$%&$^&$^& tongue prevent it!

Crazy

The professorial poser,
the expert,
the desperate clown,
the deeply selfish, the liar,
the healer, the destroyer,
the victim, the aggressor,
the maniac, the scoundrel,
the obnoxious fool, the smug jerk,
the obsessed, the paranoid,
the saint, the priest,
the scold, the judge, the jury,
the addict, the boss, the letch,
the teacher, the student,

or that celebrity character
labeled by you As You -

these all belong to crazy.

We can play all those parts in one day
and often do. Crazy.

Craziness is optional, a choice we make
with our thoughts
when we see those thoughts as our reality.

Consciousness is not a thinking process.

Whenever a churning craziness
demands that we be a character in a made-up story,
one we gave an identity to -
look the other way,
empty out.

Crazy cannot withstand the light of emptiness.

When consciousness is free of you,
you cease to be crazy.
We become that natural state of perfection
we already are.

More Time For Wife Or Car

Long hours spends with his blue Compressor
A fine automobile-turned oppressor,
With a mechanic still an aggressor;
Priced a poor Two Million by an assessor:
The cost of Tree’s Computer’s Processor…

A wife with cause to hate a Compressor
Just like the killing of Twins by a Slessor;
“Much changed my husband: A whole professor!”
“Demons fighting his car!” said confessor;
“Hence, machine you don’t leave for successor
But if you must, first seek Intercessor…

Turn into land that owner makes lessor.”

Wife soon swears to Husband cut like scissors!
Quite unlike Reader of Paul’s Ephesus,
For this is the sixth week she’s sex-starved
By a guy who’d had time for The Show carried.

No Guarantee

There is no guarantee
when it comes to the 
heart...

though love released with
sincere eternity – our carriers,
though Homers of loyal wings
transverse a sky of hawks

There is no guarantee
when it comes to matters
of interpersonal love – only God knows
man's truest beats – for the mortal heart
is an aggressor
while also retreats

Love, indeed!~ is a campaign of sorts

armies of feelings going forth

entrenchment on both sides

love often hides

while never a victory without
two fond surrenders

Trigger Me, Why

Oh how, I cry, disdain toward the word,
that gaslights sanity and truth defy.
When hapless, hopeless person, undeterred,
begs ask the question, of the victim, why?

Does thou holdest thee in purest contempt,
whilst quick, to grant, my aggressor pardon?
Lest I, in whom, no violence breathes, attempt,
to find, just cause, yet does, in myself, shun.

Yet still, it is, not I, that strikes the blow,
not I, in whom, is ruled, by selfish gain.
Not mine, the tongue, from which, hate seeds doth grow,
nor my, the hands, whose vice-like grip, chokes pain.

So when, I'm asked, the accusat'ry 'why?'
I'm shook, as you, dispel my truth, as lie.

Let Them Judge You

Let Them Judge You


When you stand up and speak for the things you believe,
Or you show what you feel; wear your heart on your sleeve.
When your thoughts and opinions don’t follow the crowd,
And you’re brutally honest and say it out loud…

Let them judge you.

When you work extra hours for no extra pay,
To ensure the job’s done by the end of the day.
When you cover a colleague who’s often off sick,
Or tolerate bosses who get on your wick…

Let them judge you.

When you finally snap cos it’s all got too tough,
And you throw in the towel and shout, “I’ve had enough!”
When you storm off and leave everyone in a daze,
Muttering and commenting about your odd ways…

Let them judge you.

Let them judge and opinionate, gossip and label.
Let them do everything better than you, if they’re able.
Let them build you up, put you down, doubt your ability.
Let them chatter and natter with puerile hostility…

Let them judge you.

You know who you are, for greater or lesser.
No need to retort or to be the aggressor.
Their thoughts, words and deeds will judge them in turn.
They are feeble, and immature and not your concern.

Russian Aggression

The big bully of the civilised world the Russian Federation
Launched a barrage of missiles today hitting a NATO nation
Two innocent people lost their lives in the country of Poland
It's time for the west and NATO, to man up and make a stand.

Intentional or not the west and NATO, they should not ignore
Or we going to accept it was accidental until they fire more
Russia will no doubt blame Ukraine, that's the story they'll tell
The west now needs to send Putin a message and unleash hell. 

Vladimir Putin the aggressor started, this war in Ukraine 
Its now time to stand to him and inflict on him great pain 
You cannot reason with a terrorist country and that is a fact
No more pussyfooting around ,NATO and the west needs to act. 

From day one that psychopath has been spoiling for a fight
He now needs to be shown the power of NATO's military might 
Putins ageing equipment from World war 2 is no match for the west 
Its now time to put our firepower, and highly trained armies to the test.


Written on 15th November 2022

The Underdog

The Underdog

The underdog wasn’t expected to last this long
The status quo, the elite were sharing, 
Didn’t return as expected
World order in the balance, at tipping point
All those who were fed, are now struggling to eat
The world banked on democracies defeat.
Ukraine is still standing
Punch drunk but aware
The aggressor and expected victor being
Mutilated on the field and still the disbelievers
Spout venom in his defence, hoping he’ll
Recover and order will return.
But that’s long gone. The plan was three days
Until the end. They waited until conspicuous
And then had to act. Delayed delivery while
words dripped blood down the wall. 
Fortunately, principled countries are literate.

When it’s over; the delaying guilty
Will pretend, it’s the right result.
Of which it is for the underdog.

Behind the scenes, in the corridors of
Power, they’ll rue their mistakes and 
Costs will be counted.
Forever gone the good times; never be the same.

But when victory comes even the doubters and 
Losers will shout, Slava Ukraine!

David Cox 05/08/22

He Reeks of Ill Will

The sheriff had a visitor who growled like thunder,
a rabid dog, teeth bared trying to tear him asunder.
She howled that he'd attacked a member of her pack
Saying Mark was the aggressor and giving him flack.

She told him he'd listened to those who are wrong
then called him a troll, singing that same old song.
He replied to her comments, showing no disrespect
but her defense of that yobbo is hogwash that I reject.

She accused the sheriff of robbing PS of a great poet.
But all the real troll offered was trouble. We know it.
The doggie's heckling prickled me like a thorn or a spur
I won't miss that cowardly 'deleter,' that cocky old cur.

She can defend her crud bud any way she chooses,
but he will always be the one many of us accuses
of bullying, for each time he returns he reeks of ill will.
Hope we've seen the last of him and his snippety quill.

Russian To Judgement

Once again, we feel the suffering, as war spreads
Its poison, to kill and overtake.
While much of the world seeks to separate,
From an aggressor seeking unity through heartache.

The two combatants couldn't be further apart,
When it comes to beliefs & independence to be.
All but guaranteeing a long and bloody conflict,
Where neither really wins, it's just a tragedy.

If modern history has taught us anything, it's that
Regardless of size or armament, the bigger can often fall.
Hence this fact should weigh heavily on those,
Contemplating any attacks against the small.

This reasoning is often validated by the reality, that
The conflict really is about the need for resources.
And that the many battles to be fought, tend to 
Be reinforced by those mighty air forces.

Yet we've seen the battlefields change dramatically, 
From the ground and skies, to economics & dollars involved.
Where both bullets and bankruptcies can defeat the most
Powerful, leaving the vanquished weakened and dissolved.

Armageddon

At a time like this, we need to remember
We can annihilate ourselves in an instant
A fact I think these aggressive war mongers
Don't get, their actions are so flagrant

They fail to see past their dirty big noses
These egotistical self centred maniacs
So scary to think we're totally at their mercy
Their capable of devastating attacks

The only thing stopping them I certainly hope
The realization the aggressor dies too
A totally senseless and barbaric act 
No one gains and everyone gets screwed

It certainly isn't me I'm thinking about
Happy with the path that I've taken
All those young'uns with their whole lives ahead
Must be constantly in fear of armageddon

Why must it constantly be on our minds
Since a child, it certainly hasn't been perfect
Too old to expect to ever see the day
When we witness an end to these conflicts

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