Altercation Poems | Examples

Retribution

Twilight was the time of day
as well they do concur
about the hour of crepuscular dusk
or evening if you prefer
there in the gloaming
altho' the light was slightly dimmer
I took a look at the situation
and saw more than quite a glimmer
of absolute absurdity the altercation confrontation
as if every nation were to follow the Law
of Exact Retaliation an eye for an eye
we'd all be sightless both you and I
or Reciprocal Justice a tooth for a tooth
for in truth me and you'd
have nothing at all with which to chew
and all done in the name of what
I'll only surmise
it's just for man to prove he can
if so it could be our demise
as we would find
unable to feed we'd go hungry
while the blind lead the blind

She Is an Alliteration

I love her looks and lovely lips,
The light her sweet smile brings,
And how she speaks and sways her hips--
She flits and floats as if with wings.

Each move she makes means more than I
Can comprehend or contemplate,
And so I’m often baffled by
The meaning of her mysterious gait.

She has a way with words that we
Would want her simply to eschew;
For when we’re ready to agree,
She’ll quickly change her point of view.

A fearless, formidable foe
Who would win any altercation,
She finds the words she needs as though
She was an alliteration.

So silently I sit and sigh,
And just learn to live life sans strife.  
For this woman I can’t decry 
Is no other than … shush!…my wife.

October 30, 2024
Baguio City, Philippines

Shadow

Look at sky above you and tell me what you see
Listen to the sounds around you and carved out
The giant wave that is beating on heightened rocks
And scrolling around the sea with open guts
The clouds are getting dark and the eagle is
Having an altercation with the lark and destiny
Is crawling on its knees in the dark
Look at the shadows in front of you, the thirsty
Desert is mourning for you, the journey is long
But courage will push you along so keep pressing on
The shapeless day keep slipping away and
The morning and the evening embodied in one
 And my heart is singing a courageous song
A Force is coming towards thee with magnitude
And power, to break the hearts of steel and
Push you around in the ferries wheel
Look across the sea and tell me what you see
The sparrow on the line with its bulging eyes
Has set out a pattern for you to move
Walk straight then pivot when you confront the dark
The sun has gone down and
And destiny is about to hit the ground
Strap yourself to the tree and the
Shadows will pass over thee.

The Real Truth With Texas Idioms

The Real Truth
With Texas Idioms
Miracle Man
October 22, 2023

Saturday nights in Haskell was always a battle,
some thought Ruff might be “all hat and no Cattle”.

He oft searched for Jack to settle some long ago spat,
Ruff was bigger “than a boarding house cat”.

Tom you ask, once more, how big was the other?
“so big he looked like he ate his brother”.

But an altercation with Jack some saw as a toss up,
for Jack was said to be “Faster than small town gossip”.

Everyone feared Jack and with him built rapport,
though he was not “the sharpest knife in the drawer”.

They both started drinking upon leaving the house,
and soon, both appeared “drunk as a meadow mouse”.

At times I’ve seen both acting just like some smurf,
thoroughly “confused as a goat on AstroTurf”.

The fights they had got them no gold buckles,
but sometimes “it would just cloud up and rain knuckles”.

Back then I was plain stupid without a disguise,
“and so narrow minded I could look through
a keyhole with both eyes”.

God is good!

Kengs Mettalic Bangles

It was Jazba and lots of Chewed Khat
That saw me enter an altercation 
With them boys in blue add a rivally
Between service men and Guradians
The sworn rivally the had just crossed
The thin blue line and now twas war
They knew and were ready for it..

An ovepowering sence of wrongdoing
Plus an age old saying.. You Know Roi
You Just an intellect Playing stupid..
I was rushed and bumpend into the Car
The Grand Tiger serged forward as..

Mik On one Tango Sier Do yo read me over
Am out on a plea bargain yet it saddens
That the powers be had to use tramped up
Charges to remand me.. Twas good for...
My training, Team Eagles we always Wanna
Fly high as Silver stars we like to be Just
Roi 1 Alfa did I say they called You.. Stupid..

Them pistol service guys and their.. kengz
Incaceration schemes yet I harbour no hard..
Feelings.. Muses are at the behest of a Smile
What we do best is write.. habouring with intent
An intent to commit a crime isn't one in its esssence


#SilahaButuNaSilahaButuAKa
#FourPlay1One

The Way Narrows

Understanding another person’s line of thought
cannot end with mere tolerance.
When basic beliefs differ, when I feel distraught
I hear my spirit as it chants -
Faith is substance of which no Christian recants.

When challenged, ask, seek and knock,
lest altercation alters your mind and heart.
Trust your foundation to the Solid Rock;
speak the truth in love, not as an upstart,
knowing destiny means some paths must part.

March 21, 2023

Mi Casa, No Pasa

Breanna, Breanna got read her Miranda,
that cheeky wee gas station clerk.
She’s not putting up with the woke propaganda
of not apprehending the perps.
When he broke a jar of some spicy hot salsa,
she knew that it was time for work.
So she grabbed her handgun, yelled, “Not in my casa!”
and put two rounds into that jerk.


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Loosely based on a story in today's news about a gas station clerk named Breanna Miranda, who shot a man after they got in a verbal altercation and he threw a jar of salsa to the ground.

Dandelions

or if you ask me
how the dancing dandelion in the valley
survives the summer jive
I'm sorry, 
I'm no seasoned for that
I never seen it in to 'to
as I was from the countryside
where the flower doesn't grow

but they say its really
beautiful
more than the
water-colored dandelions
in the postcard
for realness is depth in everything
again, how will I know?
I'm a thousand miles 
from where the flower grows

then
just as I remembered the term,
"Aesthetic relativism",
I rested my own silly altercation.

Sir Lavalier and His Loss

Sir Lavalier joined the Crusades as a young blade.
Living the life of a vagabond in many a new glade.
Curling up with more than one pretty maid.
Until he met his match in Miss Everglade.

He wanted to settle down, but this was not to be.
She told everyone “I think he wants to marry me!”
But he was called away, and was gone for three.
By the time he returned, she had two babies, wee.

Sir Lavalier was broken hearted with despair.
He traveled to every altercation and took every dare.
He never forgot the love he had for his lady fair,
But he poured his enthusiasm into all Christian care.

Trying to make all others turn to the faith in which he was born.
He did not care about their ideas or ideals, his faith never torn.
He loved this lass, whose father had raised soybeans and corn.
Forever after his heart would lament and mourn….

Sir Lavalier’s soul was never the same, to tell the truth.
His dreams always returned to the love for his Ruth. 
He never fought again with the enthusiasm of his youth.
Tainted and torn, he turned to vermouth.

Please Do Not Make Our Party Think

There was a bit of weird aggravation
at the status quo political party’s liberation
Many were feeling a teensy bit of degradation
After an insane and unexpected altercation

Inflicted after an impromptu demonstration
encouraged by some of the administration
To bring some zany new ideas that could cause frustration
Dangerous also, for they could cause happiness and jubilation.

Leading to transcontinental meditation
Which might lead to thought and concentration
Dubious dangers of delivering diverse differentiation
Might work the party toward a new level of graduation.

Untitled

Wake up! You awake to cliffside turn-tables--mountains crumble into the divots of the record; mountain goats float upon ethereal notes. They bleat in conjunction with dusty LPs. Soon enough, cities rise from the mountain passes, urban ghettos spring up like wildflowers. Graffiti artists sneak out to complete works. The absence of pastels, traditional paint, and chalk is too much to contend with. They must use others. All tear open their chests and remove their ribs. They use marrow and blood to make art. The artists walk about countrysides. An afternoon of binge drinking and screwing whores. They brag about their achievements as they approach a gaggle of street poets. An altercation soon occurs, creativity flows. Architectural dreamscapes pop up from nowhere...

Hold My Hand

Life was meant to be fair.
Or at least that is what I have been told. 
Growing up a minority in a small town definitely comes with its up and downs.
To be chosen last because of your race.
Time and time again I was never given the upper hand. 
Whether in school, sports, or in any public altercation.
This left me thinking that I would never win the race.
But who said life was a race anyways.
Not letting the predicament I was in ruin my pace.
Pushing through every moment of diversity as if it was my last.
Regardless of the harsh words and menacing stares.
Believing in a higher road to chase was worth all the glares.
Holding my own hand along the way.

I Do Not Do Confrontation

Confrontation is something other people do
I will lie my way into a corner and beyond the veil
So I do not have to have an altercation with anyone
I cannot fathom bickering or arguing
My parents taught me the value of silent disapproval
Wearing a pasted weirdo Cheshire Cat smile
You would rather lie than tell the truth, my husbands have said.
I have had six of them, and they were not wrong.
Why can’t you just say it like it happened?
Truthfully, I have been fabricating so long, I do not know the truth.
Truth could jump up and bite a giant hole in my cheek.
Yes, that cheek, and I would still lie.
Because I knew that lying might be a way out of a belt whipping.
There is a book called “Why Children Lie.”
We learn to lie if the punishments are too severe, 
And we know telling the truth will be painful.
Spoiler alert. I have only had one husband, but I lie.

Slipp, Tripp, and Skipp

The estate of Ambrose Rose is released from probate.
To receive their inheritance, the stooges can't wait.
Ichabod Slipp is the executor holding the money.
What this crook is doing to the stooges isn't funny.
Each one gets a beating from Slipp in an altercation.
On a night train is where Slipp has made a reservation.
Moe, Larry, and Shemp board it for a confrontation.
Are you curious about where this story will go?
All you have to do is watch the video.

Based on the 1947 Columbia Pictures short subject "Hold That Lion"
starring the Three Stooges.

Lasting Light

Colossal contradictions, curtail creativity
Twisting thoughts, timing, trajectory
Buffering, blending between boundaries
Apprehending an artistic altercation
Learning lessons, lovely light lasts

Heidi Sands

3/26/21

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