Waraments
We must face a crisis that is of our making
Arming countries whilst it citizens starves
Remember greed is a hunger we can't feed
Ammunitions serves no purpose if no wars
Maybe peace can exist, not if there's greed
Each day another country begins a conflict
Nothing new there but at expense of it own
Today greed is tomorrow hunger we'll feed
So let start today cease the armament sale
Categories:
ammunitions, abuse, corruption, grave, war,
Form: Acrostic
Safe Yank
The American was a typical man of his breed
Loving guns and weapons and ammunitions
He had a huge collection of firearms at home
Well over 300 rifles and hand guns of all kinds
From Red China via Albania to Belgium
And American editions along with Russian
He went to the range twice a week to shoot
Keeping up his proficiency in case of threat
Whether the threat of Communist invasion
Or Muslim extremists targeting malls and buses
He was ready to go and all set for the war
His bunker was prepped for the Boogaloo
If it happened was a different matter
In his head he’d fought it a hundred times
With a dozen different battle plans
He won every single time for he was right
With the best training intent and will power
Plus Sweet Lord Jesus was on his side
What could possibly go wrong in war?
It would come calling soon enough
MAJOR INSOMNIA
CORPORAL SLEEP
Nick Armbrister and other writers
Categories:
ammunitions, history, usa, war,
Form: Blank verse
Voices scream like cockerels' within the farm of my mind
Awake again. should I even bother opening my eyes?
Maybe if I dont, the day wont have to start.
I roll out of bed into consciousness.
Coffee. Black like my mood.
Nicotine and coffee are good ammunitions.
How many hours till sleep?
Categories:
ammunitions, mental illness,
Form: Free verse
His life was marked by infinite strides,
Breakable down into a chanted psalm;
And a doleful hymn after psalters' word,
Plus a petition to bid the kingdom come.
Keener listeners his recitals yet might hear
In plaintive crescendos in misty auras near;
Are not his footsteps bold in deathless ink,
On dark planes along the latent silvery link?
His ever-pledged faith soared on basis lean:
Choice psalms to check soul's bubbly brims;
Caroled hymns to shut heart's bestial whims;
Tacit prayers for mind and conscience clean.
Opposing these no devilish heads may rise;
No mortal skin more lethal ammunitions kept
In trinity synchrony winning wars against vice;
Blazing witty fires beyond Eden's eternal debt.
With a psalm and a hymn and contrite prayer,
He fought and slew old fogs that trillions dare.
Categories:
ammunitions, allegory, allusion, character,
Form: Ballad
(My own conversion to English of my self written Bengali poem)
“The divine sword”
The moaning of the people has filled the air
Making the heart heavy;
They have been trapped by vicious person
In the society those who
Produced the bloody scenario and
There is nobody.............
To rescue them.
The devils playing with arms and ammunitions
They are naked in humanity
Jealous violent and arbitrary
Killing the innocence.
They are not leaving the children
Or the mom to molest.
Robbing their
Fragrances.
They are killing the trees and plants
Looting and making the metropolis
They are defiled by heart
Roaring in each and every corner
And every field of
The world.
The cry of innocent is covering
The glory of heart and soul;
Oh my lord, come down to mine
And let me have
The divine
Sword.
Categories:
ammunitions, anger,
Form: Verse
The battle is over,
Herald are sent and uncovered.
Elites are deported from the nook and crannies.
Leaders of the war are now demised.
Aggression and oppresion escoted love;
Serendipities of hoity clamour are shoved.
Time came and gone
Overruled by peace life moves on.
Frights of bullets escaping from the pistol glottis deceased.
Truck of ammunitions had all their periods missed.
Halt of demolition thrived,
Elated hearts,adorned souls again did rise- but
Some are paralyzed,two eyes with no hand.
Trance of ambiguity made more of them strand.
Resting in afflicted peace; the casualties.
Of all the dead,their breath hold unto them atleast.
Night seemed a breaking new dawn,
Graced with deception and truthful morn.
Origin of the clan is again renovated,
News and joyful dirge are transported.
End of all comes; rumour of clamour;but onething life owns;
Strong ones eat the teeth-breaking part of the bone.
c.2017
Categories:
ammunitions, allusion,
Form: Acrostic
TOLL GATE
Hopes of gigantic success
Are not easily digested without a toll.
Success's but a choice which one must suppress.
No broadcasting at the Genesis should help a toe.
At the toll gate stands the military.
Filled with ammunitions that one could not guess
You'll pay a token to get a pass not withdrawn.
A token to the recruit
A token till the highest level's up.
Success's like a wealthy-exoctic uncle
Which one must in seeing give
Even to the gatekeeper and the gardener.
Success's a journey with barricades handicap.
We must pay that toll to get into the row.
Categories:
ammunitions, art,
Form: Free verse
Simply Speakingly Sleeping
Reciting poetry in my Zzzzzzzzzzzleep...lol
For I look at the world today
More demons come out to play
Soiled shadows and frustration
Boiling in this insidious incubation
The leechers bite with the parasites
As we slowly loose all are rights
We the conquered not the people
Bow down to their seductive steeple
Hellish hospitals with the gravely ill
Where doctors say take another pill
A new war without ammunitions
As we invite our inhibitions
Crimson cries of lachrymal souls
Building empires of empty holes
Silenced shadows in the morning dew
“Wake Up” to the sleep talker in you.
Jan.10.2017
Talking in your sleep -Contest
Sponsored by: Lewis Raynes
Categories:
ammunitions, feelings, judgement, sleep,
Form: Quatrain
Let's drop our guns,
and share soda cans.
Let's end terrorism
with stopping religious criticism.
Let's write stories
that embrace minorities.
Let's read books
that drop negative racial looks.
Let's stop poaching,
by doing soul-searching.
Let's protect our environment,
even without the government.
Let’s recycle our ammunitions,
and sell them to start charitable foundations.
Let’s stop our grudges,
and build our bridges…..
Let’s stop being even,
and make this world a Heaven!
Help me to make all this happen,
beginning with paper and pen…..
Date: 09/04/2016
Categories:
ammunitions, change, identity, inspiration, life,
Form: Rhyme
And it shall come to pass--
A dominance of mighty arms
will
Throw destructive stones at
the
Sufferers that rebel.
Knees will plant in the earth
And pleas for mercy will be
On many tongues.
In the falling rain of brim
stones
The mother land will weep
For innocent is in the
Blood of the lying bodies,
For innocent are the hands
That wrote their Solidarity
On plaque-cards and took
To the Street.
In the rain of piercing
ammunitions
She will weep a level of tears
That can extinguish the Sun
Or defrost the moon that
frozen
Upon the wall of the sky.
In the rain of falling tears and
Oozing blood
She will weep when she
behold her
Sheep been persecuted by
their
Shepherd because they
refused
To continue eat the grass of
Oppression.
Guns out this morning Babylon
coming again.
Categories:
ammunitions, war
Form: Free verse
four
US
marines
pissing on
the
corpses
of the
“enemy”
which in
the early 80’s
had been
supported by
the CIA &
the ISI---
giving those
most radical
“65,000 tons
of US made
weapons &
ammunitions
by the end of
1987” in the
attempt to stop
the “evil empire”
from polluting
others with their
crrrrrrrrazzzzy
communism---
these four present
day pissers serve as
a metaphor for
america’s treatment
of the world as a
whole.
1.kill them.
2.piss on them.
3.whine & say that
your strong code of
ethics in no way
warranted such
world domination &
oppression.
4. repeat with extreme prejudice.
Categories:
ammunitions, life, metaphor, prejudice,
Form: Free verse
Man strives throughout his life, to gain affliction,
He is a warrior, for his life, not for the nation.
Since birth, he attempts to win positions,
This marks his ambitions to make collision.
Since the very day he takes birth,
Has to struggle, making life worth.
When an infant, he began to observe,
As he grows, life takes curve.
Arriving to youth, steps up to progress,
With his ammunitions, struggles for desired bliss.
Arising towards his goal never looks back,
Stalking his dream, for success, he never gets slack.
As the warrior grows old, he drops arm,
Retired soldier gets pension as acquired charm.
As death draws its curtains, he tell,
Not to conquer, but to fight well.
Categories:
ammunitions, death, family, father, life,
Form: Dramatic Verse
You came into my perfect little world,
with your charm and pose.
You dismantled my innermost wall with your ammunitions.
First you told me you liked me.
Then you said you were falling in love with me.
Sincerely you said you loved me.
And with disbelief I believed
And all this was just a lie.
I regret the moment of ever seen you.
Now, I thank you for that crude awakening.
Categories:
ammunitions, lost love, love, people,
Form: I do not know?