Armaments Poems | Examples

How to Count

100 days in captivity
10,000 children killed
who can speak?
who can speak?
the silent cries deafen
tidal wave of suffering
washes over the memory
of lives snuffed out under the rubble
bombs bury the guilt of oppression
there is no extra care being taken
what is true is death
fragile is a disjointed word
how can you say fragile
when they are gone
freedom, release are empty
shells without meaning
do not kidnap babies
do not kill babies
killing their families
severing their limbs
by your superior armaments
that flatten their homes
that is not mitigation
that is a lie
do not uphold a lie
the rabbi intones
God does not distinguish
us vs. them
humans, stop the slaughter
ceasefire now; rebuild

The Colosseum

I am weary of conflict,
arguments battling across
bloodied ground.
The dead 
always come back
as ghosts to haunt
the dark arena of sleep.
Life becomes defined
by armaments.

I shall find a place
in the lull of an evening 
where the wind quietens
into prayers whispered
along leafy avenues
and storms no longer claw 
at the stone walls and pillars 
of the temple
but become gentle rain
soothing the city
with its long fingers.

There, on the steps,
I shall leave a fragile
offering for you. 
If you come, come quickly
for the sky carries
a reddening glow 
and the hearts
of many are beginning 
to harden.

Archangel's Amazing Announcement

Angel's amity amidst angry assembled archenemies,
archangel's amazing announcement,
an armistice achieved, armaments acquiesce,
ardent applause,
averted an armed and amoured armies animus
and an Armageddon annihilation

Napolean Bonaparte

Napoleon, the Military Commander,
Rose to prominence as the indefatigable French leader.
Stood on victor’s podium for long, but Fate pulled down Bonaparte.
A deflated balloon in Waterloo, with his armaments torn apart!

The Skill and the Will

Where are our young people now
  Why are they not storming the gates
Perhaps they are being taught that
  Ukraine's fight is not linked to their fate

Where are the defenders of freedom
  Why are they not storming the gates
Perhaps they think their blood is redder
  that Ukrainians' lives don’t matter… 

Tens of millions should be marching on Washington
  demanding to arm Ukraine with more missiles and guns
Ukraine has the skill and the will to defeat Russia and Putin
  ~ Just give Zelenskyy* what he needs; his men will do all the shootin’

              Stop Russia now; help keep Ukraine free
        Don't let Putin, allied with Xi, start World War Three


_________________________________________________________
*Volodomyr Zelenskyy, President of Ukraine, who has been lobbying for
  more armaments from the US for over a month now.

Shells Ii Death Is Dead Once More For Now

Recall the midwife

To the cenotaph

War is over


For now at least


Nothing but poppy petal buttercup remain 
in tact to blow away this coming eve

Or grow from flounder's red sodden field

To flutter on a chasten solar breeze

Up and up so only downward grave
can see

So pray the world outside relent drunken
on the floral scent

Sprayed by white tailed doves formation 
flying overhead

Signaling in semaphore

Death is dead once more

We've little left to fill a casket

Apart from surplus faulty armaments

Scattered across the length and breadth 
of no man's lands

To carry these giant's home

To mother's

Wishing they we're never born

Or had a daughter instead

Amen

Armaments

Armaments
  

Now that the debacle of Afghanistan is behind us
 we have to find something else to keep the war machine going
“Aucan,” an alliance of Anglophone countries are formed 
A defence of the Chinese who dares to build 
their navy. 
Canada was not included too many French speakers live there
and they talk about peace with the enemy which everyone
Is too polite to answer.
I can´t see why Britain is here, but they do speak English
and has a long history of meddling in far-east countries.
Nuclear submarines, to counter any attack, after all the Chines
are fine trading partners, 
we poor people buy our shoes and socks
in Chinse shops.
This; is about money and the stupid people who run our world
hopes a nuclear war will never happen

Body Politic

Body Politic
David J Walker 

The shooting never stops 
Until the bullets are all gone and the 
Bombs are all dropped on the city streets 
in the way of a foreign
Body politic

Declaring a breach of its borders
And ironically orders an invasion

So goes the persuasion of 
Defensive strategies and arguments  
Concerning armaments 

Employing the services of accountants 
Keeping death tolls and destruction
And payments to
Widows and orphans 
Veterans with lost limbs

Trying to remember when 
Things were different 
Back then

Virulence of Corona

A sudden wildfire engulfs the world.
Ephemeral flames keep burning untamed.
Contagious fumes  mire a cerulean spring,
as flying creepy carriers spread a turmoil.
Virulent pathogens entering airway of lungs 
behind veil of common cold, stares Death.
Fragile sick vessels can't battle pneumonia, 
hijacking cells , sieges a dangerous Corona.
No armaments to fight an army miniscule,
helpless kingdoms, are we powerful humans? 
Visages hide in hysteria of harrowing masks,
panic begging kindness, from unseen parasites. 
An invisible Godzilla empties crowded streets,  
as scrubbing soaps wash handshake greets.  

Return us our old days of contagious laughter.
Twinkle in those smiles, once called infectious.
Sick of a fortress life , wearied of quarantine pain,
let's live hand to mouth,  oh rich! make poor again!
Coughing and Sneezing, spare a nightmare of Flu
Let us breathe in unison again... 
a fearless hug saying, "I love you".



14th March 2020

Sponsor	Team PoetrySoup
Contest Name	Coronavirus COVID-19

Atman, Atman

I have no clue what Krshna taught Arjuna
but I like the name Atman a lot.
Atman. Atman. Where a man is at.
At all times. No matter what.
Gita, get in the action, gorgeous girl,
God is the answer, keep the meter.

Wisdom, none. 
What Krshna tells Arjuna makes no sense.
I prefer mathematics.
Knowledge of how things are made and done
more than meditation on the Self
as a manifestation of the One.

I’ll never have to leave this comfortable planet.
We have this asset but can we sell it?
In Paradise Lost, Satan executes his plan
but God already knows all about it.
Still, whether it succeeds or fails is up to Man.
Same here, when it comes to nuclear armaments,
a distraction from the work of making life permanent.

It is all premised on the mystery
of invisible but sentient particles—
little Krshnas and Kachinas
nesting inside one another.
Meanwhile life goes on outside all around you—
WWII, the Napoleonic wars,
the Civil War which we’re still fighting.

Krshna says behead your brothers 
without prejudice or justice.
So it transpires in the nuclear fire.
Whatever forever.
Teacher, teacher—tiger!

If I Am Not This Then Who

Betimes in the noiseless, scary night;
Whenne the Moon and the Stars winkle not as bright'.
Thy child, O My Lord! Recline beneath thy Firmaments
Whenne the greed to surpass beseech Divine for armaments.

Bless me- Almighty! A drop of thy might,
I 'm blind, my Benefactor! A bit of thy divine sight. 
I'm esurient for edification and surreal humanity;
O my deity, for thy modicum omniscience and eternity.

Heed my Father, Regard! Thy henchman's dilapidated 
Please cosset haste , He's ruffled and mutilated
Braving myself and praying as the sky is louring
An indigent in your unearthly self; his entity He's scouring. 

He envisages  too: My Lord! is thee thinkin' Am  I true?
Then tell  Thy Majesty- if I am not THIS then who? 
                                                                    (Am I)

Tree Walk and Talk

I asked my beloved oak tree
if such a very WiseElder tree
could
and would
and should be mine
Unless, in the senses
I stand,
to smell
and hear
and feel
and taste and see,
in rooted solidarity
learned from AncientFamily oak trees
long before we met,
Here with Then and Now.

I asked my lovely oak
to invite me in to her forest
rooted matriarchal arms,
to let me swing on his strong-branched armaments,
to gently touch her organic latticed leaves.

But She,
of well past two hundred holonic rings,
said I was too old
to make love again with Her.
She worried I might hurt myself.

Yet, what a way to go!
I therapeutically reply
back through reweaving TreeTime's
nutritional ecology.

A Loud Report

When, at the annual general meeting 
of Walrus Armaments Incorporated
the Chairman, Mr. Carpenter,
reported to shareholders that,
despite the current global turndown,
business was booming
and contributing to world peace,
the  applause was thunderous.

 At the buffet afterwards
 the delicious oysters
excited comment.

What Makes a Warrior

I cannot presume
To tell anyone
What a warrior is.

Nor do I claim
To embody any
Of his qualities.

All I offer here
Is a collection
Of impressions
Or meditations.

A warrior is
A state of being;
Armaments
Are mere props.

The only weapon
He might possess
Is implacable resolve
In the face of
Extreme adversity.

A warrior's language
Or internal dialogue
Has no allowance
For the phrase,
"I can't."

All the same,
He discriminates
Between causes 
That are just and
Those that are not.

He determines the
Character, as well as
The time and place
Of his battles, 
Investing himself utterly.

And he remains
Ever prepared
For those who would
Bring their battles 
To him.

Yet a warrior meets life
On its own terms
With no delusions
Of bending it
To his own will.

Self-pity is a 
Useless indulgence,
Yet he has compassion
For the weak; he never
Places himself above
Others, for how can he?

All this being said,
And human nature
Being what it is,
His greatest enemy
May yet be none other
Than himself.

Surface Tensions

Surface Tensions
© Ben Burton 6-11-2015

Surrounding yourself with court jesters
Will not elevate your IQ
Engaging no one but supporters 
Does little to broaden your view

Stay leery the lib'ral dimension
Which seeps like an incessant tide
Unconquered, though captured red-handed
Insouciance their constant disguise

As sycophants silhouette secrets
From verity's solar-hot gaze
The moral facades of the wicked
Have stingers submerged in bouquets

Your hearth begs a vigilant watchman
To foil any plot to invade
But sentries are naught without power
Of armaments meant to dissuade

A surface of elegant beauty
May yield but a squid, quid pro quo
So hitch not your raft to a bauble
But anchor it deep in the soul

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