Wolves are smart creatures
they do not devour old sheep
when there is plenty of young to prey on
so their focus is set upon the mother
because she will do everything in her power
to defend her baby
Singling out one of the weakest in the herd
they begin to prowl on their mission
once targeted dividing them causes chaos
Not knowing what is coming
the predator is directed by an alpha in this group
learn the ways of nature its then you see the devil at work
need a person say more when the bulls eyes on your back
Against the sullen clouds gleams the stardust
Enduring the fierce wind sways a lean tree robust
Ambushing underneath, a tiny seed lurks
Piercing the tough earth, she silently smirks
In the mid of thorny shrubs, a bird builds nest
Emerged from the eggs are bulbuls with crest
Plummeting from the mountains, the falls flow
Across the villages and towns make farming grow
Endurance & persistence, the successful life's syntax
And gain after pain the lesson that nature coaxes
A Remnant of War
Here I am,
A remnant of war,
Here I lay, broken and riddled with arrows and acrimony
As I watch the birds fly away with my bloodied eyes.
The sky is as grim as the reapers
Who unleashed hell on us,
Ambushing us, we harmless hands,
Isn't that cowardice?
The field is bloody
The vultures are ready
To eat of the carcass that lay open;
What was once a man's body
Now food to be fed upon.
With my weary eyes staring into nothingness,
I mourn within,
My heart filled with sadness
For an unfortunate remnant of war,
A representative of a dead race.
©Zoe
A Chilly Rainy Afternoon
In the chill of the afternoon
the light rain steadily fell—
soaking the rich green field
Just as the rain tapered off
to a slight mist, a flock of blackbirds
swooped down, ambushing
thirsty unaware frolicking worms
With the lapse of time, the rain ceased
and the blackbirds departed—
leaving a lone squirrel undulating across
the watery green field.
Commercials That Push An Agenda
Written: by Miracle Man
11-9-2019
I turn on the tube and immediately feel beset,
Commercials aimed at young minds too immature to fret.
It’s often not what they say, but the pictures they show,
planting visual thoughts that in young minds grow.
They become innocent victims of this ambushing,
And these subtle commercials are agenda pushing.
To change the world you change a young brain,
and through commercials their innocence they feign.
Young minds accept commercials they see as fact,
So for conservative Christians the deck appears stacked.
Liberals condition young thinking toward their plan,
making pictures look sweet and being a hatchet man.
Blessings
Suddenly, I heard some promoting
My passion is the downstream encouragement
And the incentives never stimulating
That moment my soul grew pushing things going my way confessing
Blessings
The exhortation seemed happy ambushing
And its eyes have all the apprehending
'It's that contentment,' I muttered bliss containment
I discovered the graces within the distance
Instead I uncovered the lure
What could there be more purely sure?
That moment my soul grew pushing things going my way confessing
Blessings
I heard a heavenly, driving stalling
The aura smiled
That moment my soul grew pushing
I discovered the graces
I discovered the graces
I am encouraged and confessing my , blessings
MY LIFE IN VERBS
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
Nothing, Something Treading, Swimming, Navigating, Vibrating, Penetrating, Dividing, Multiplying, Forming, Shaping, Moving, Kicking, Exiting, Crying, Breathing, Seeing, Sleeping, Being.
Suckling, Creeping, Crawling, Walking, Talking, Running, Growing, Playing, Adjusting, Adapting, Complying.
Enrolling, Attending, Learning, Reading, Writing, Socializing, Growing, Formulating, Postulating, Rejecting, Rebelling, Calming, Weighing, Accepting, Working, Earning, Idling.
Enlisting, Training, Deploying, Ambushing, Engaging, Killing, Wounding, Bleeding, Shaking, Praying, Repairing, Convalescing, Moving, Discharging, Homing.
Enrolling, Attending, Studying, Learning, Graduating, Working, Earning, Managing, Enriching.
Searching, Finding, Wooing, Marrying, Parenting, Guiding, Counseling, Bragging, Encouraging, Steering, Babysitting, Gloating, Watching, Glowing.
Retiring, Cruising, Visiting, Traveling, Tiring, Resting.
Aging, Slowing, Aching, Suffering, Failing, Ailing, Fading, Dying, Stiffening, Freezing, Cremating, Scattering, Nothing.
I saw an old man with tired eyes
lean over a fence and
throw apples at the boys skateboarding along the side walk
thought he was angry
looked like he was mad
seemed upsetting
was sort of sad
but the boys on the skateboards caught each one then
munched on their apples
as they bobbed on
next thing I knew an apple flew my way
caught it shined
it tasted sweet
talked to the old man
his name was Pete
with his Irish accent and
sported black shiny boots
and a green tam
Pete told his story
about the apple ambushing
they take me back he said
to my childhood days
when I could play and be merry
they help me forget what war took away
brothers young and some just married
I planted an apple tree for the love of my life
Don’t walk around aimlessly
Don’t leave your armor on your bed chamber’s floor
Keep your eye and ears focused on Jesus
He is the lamp barer ,Who illuminates your path you should travel
Don’t walk around aimlessly
Don’t leave your armor on your bed chamber’s floor
Specters are crouched in the shadows of the thicket that line you path
They plot on ambushing you ,as soon as you wonder aimlessly in to the thicket
Keep your eye and ears focused on Jesus
He is the lamp bare ,Who illuminates your path you should travel
If you have walked in to a fog and lost your focus,
If you have walked aimlessly into the shadows the thicket
If you find your self in the clutches of the specters of the dark
Don’t be be anxious
Don’t loss hope
Humble your self and call out to your commander
He will send in his angelic army to retrieve you
To restore you back to the ranks of His army
Don’t walk around aimlessly
Don’t leave your armor on your bed chamber’s floor
Keep your eye and ears focused on Jesus
He is the lamp bear ,Who illuminates your path you should travel.
Written By Stephen J. Vattimo
Dec 3,2016
reloading my brain, the past still recoil,
Jennifer’s blood won’t shrink, am getting scared,
breaking the wedlock was always the devil’s intention,
the final bang sounded, the snipper was never grounded.
flipping through the pages, the stories are spinning in,
under the love tree, the vows were erected,
overwhelmed with jealousy, ambushing was inevitable,
the final bang got thicker on approaching the freezing point.
diving unconsciously to target innocent prey,
disintegration the rumor was the best option for pulling the trigger,
caught in a play she never acted,
the final bang strike, even my fans were shocked.
with my eyes, I saw my star falling,
getting more panic to ask did I win or loss?,
my worst mistake was to payoff someone else’s life,
the final bang sounded twice even the snipper wasn’t exempted.
Grey clouds the innocent sky ambushing light turns dark
stumbling over a tombstone opening up cold graves
When eyes become frozen behind scenes in hidden truth
as a weight deadens upon the shoulders without hope
A ghost from past experience consumes the present
and golden sands blacken beneath your feet fallen one
Deep undercurrents strains awaken in the ocean
Invisible cloaked dagger pierces without mercy
I pray waters calming find peace in this mortal frame
as the whirlpool of desires casts an ominous spell
Upon the sea of life Satanic storms enter Hell
and exudes within the malevolent clouds failure
Forgiveness stands at the crossroads beholden no more
within promise of a dream transparent through the rain
As yellow moonlight draws one pathway clearly cutting
brings you safely home to love under a fragile roof
Under black currents of loss when the heart returns beat
in the last teardrop sorrow remained faithfully loved
A Collaborated Poem written by Liam Mc Daid and Red Firey
Grey clouds the innocent sky ambushing light turns dark
stumbling over a tombstone opening up cold graves
When eyes become frozen behind scenes in hidden truth
as a weight deadens upon the shoulders without hope
A ghost from past experience consumes the present
and golden sands blacken beneath your feet fallen one
Deep undercurrents strains awaken in the ocean
Invisible cloaked dagger pierces without mercy
I pray waters calming find peace in this mortal frame
as the whirlpool of desires casts an ominous spell
Upon the sea of life Satanic storms enter Hell
and exudes within the malevolent clouds failure
Forgiveness stands at the crossroads beholden no more
within promise of a dream transparent through the rain
As yellow moonlight draws one pathway clearly cutting
brings you safely home to love under a fragile roof
Under black currents of loss when the heart returns beat
in the last teardrop sorrow remained faithfully loved
In collaboration with The Irish Poet Liam Mc Daid
2016
Freshet
Levees surrender
Overflowing; ambushing; destroying ~
Overwhelmed, teardrops augment the
Deluge
Ah love! Those days
Of long harsh winters,
Homemade pickles and dried vegetables;
Surrounding the flaming-high chola
And having kehva with cornbread,
Almost whole-days.
My maternal grands and
In the nights their horror tales:
That world of fairies and giants,
Demons and ape-men;
My mom's dead granduncle's heroic
Hunting stories--
Catching cleverly the wild hens
By the bushes hatching eggs,
Chasing the fox in snowy forests,
And ambushing behind rocks
The lions slept-for-days in dens!
O! Before the uprising,
Before the guns and grenades,
Was a beautiful--mythical, religious world...
Oh God! Damn the Indians,
Chinese and Paks,
They all have
Together or one by one
Damaged our topography
And destroyed our identity.
Crawling lies
like a snake
in ambushing
You bite me
on the back
Nesting asleep
On the chest
The circle of life
Searching the warmth within,
upon the heat
Crocodile tears
Wiped away my smile
Coldness in what you'd done
Sinking the fangs
From the darkness
of your soul
Deep into my heart
The blood turns black
in lies
In the multitude of sins,
biting in the back
Through venomous words
Poisoning the mind
Killing me slowly
Apple of the eye
Totally
Without doubt
ends up
Rotten pest
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