Best Aggression Poems
Based on a quote from Watership Down:
"He fought because he actually felt safer fighting than running."
His experience in fighting battles
had been friendly games of Monopoly
Rolling dice across a colorful board
after shaking, to hear them rattle.
Those were serious acts of aggression
and hotels were POWs, taken in possession
Weapons were a top hat, thimble or boot
Men built houses, not blew them up
Winner, the one accumulating the most loot
Snake eyes moved him two spaces forward,
instead of sniper eyes on roofs of Park Place
resulting in blood dripping from a man's face
He wished he was only playing a game
But shots were fired from somewhere near
Bullets seeking men to kill and maim
War is fought with emotions of courage and fear
It was time to clear his squadron out
That kind of move is what wars are about
With rifle ready he led the charge
Run through a mine field, though weary and tired
He heard a man cry out, "I've been hit, Sarge!"
Without a free space they could'nt stop to rest
No Short Line Railroad upon which to ride
No fox holes dug, in which to hide
Amid shots fired, he passed down the word, "GO!"
only stopping to collect dog tags of his dead men
This time the battle was fought and won
From a shrapnel wound his blood took flow
It was never bravery that he lacked
It was being interred with a bullet in his back.
When asked why he hadn't turned to run,
knowing his platoon was badly overpowered,
He sighed and replied, "I'm not a coward,
So I rolled the dice and landed on Chance.
The top card said Be brave and attack!
So we fought until we took our property back."
incessant talkers bother me.
I leave the room upon their arrival,
not caring if I hurt their feelings, for I know they
do not notice, it always being about them, they
do not see others.
I do not enter the room if they are pre-there.
no sense in it, as whatever you say they can top,
and will. It happened to them sixteen times
more often, and harder, they were pulled out
of their car by two jaws of life.
it is irritating to me when I am almost finished
with a story, and one plunks down, interrupting
the punchline, with a banality that exasperates.
maybe worse, it annoys me that no one asks
me what the punchline was, so it is not like
anyone else cared any way.
I love the ones who share their money woes,
and their family woes, and their woe-woe-woes.
teaching us not to share any information with
them, possibly this is why the room clams
shut upon their arrival.
the last one never has rent money, or groceries.
always begging for money or a check, perpetually
pleading with anyone on social media to bring her
something. she always carries in a sixteen dollar
lunch from Uber, there is a five dollar upcharge.
i wish I was talking weekly.
I am talking daily.
I wonder if her grandmother who is still working at age 71,
and sending her check has any idea about these
astronomically expensive lunches?
Why people somewhere so kind and gentle
and somewhere not?
Why people in Saint-Petersburg ,
Moskow, Astana, Bishkek
Look so impolite, inhospitable and unfriendly?
Ask about it the happy inhabitants
or better look himself for what
is the best product of free society
this kind of people who lived in Basel, Antwerp, Quebec
with Oslo or those
who fast transformed for better sort of governing -
Turkian, Philippinians and Ukrainians possible also.
The people of free society and reason
or those who going out from ruling prison
appreciated choice and initiation
and marvelously transformed own identity
as those who better controlled themselves and government,
they hoped for only for freedom and own diligence
and make wonders gradiently
under the hand of free market invisible and patiently.
And what do you say about authoritarian and enslaved nation,
there are all people depended from will of corrupt guidelanes ,
where freedom, honesty and choices in total deficit?
Poor citisens there mentally downgraded
early or later hardened and stoned their souls to anthracite
for surviving in merciless and no free circumstances.
That was a clearly answer
for such sorts of questions -
why people somewhere so kind and gentle
and somewhere not?
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
There’s no tears left to cry,
All you did was cheat and lie,
Left me broken at the door,
My heart left ripped and tour,
You thought you broke me,
And i just couldn’t see,
How badly you beat me,
and how you abused my body,
Although time helps and heals,
I now no how it feels, to truly suffer,
At the hands of my lover,
The burden i carry to fear another,
Now I have freed myself from you,
It’s easy to see what was truly true,
I was never good enough, you made do,
I wish that i knew, or even had a clue,
All i did was love you, I’m such a fool,
You were a monster, who was so cruel,
You punished me for wanting you,
You said our love was meant to be true,
You left me shattered on the floor,
Discarded, just like a cheap whore,
Unable to face this world anymore,
Unable to find anything to live for,
Your torture was addictive,
But It was the attention i needed,
So i tried and tried to get my fix of it,
Now i see you were such a hypocrite,
My heart beated with belief in you,
I deeply desired this love so true,
The pain deep inside is still raw,
It lingers on in my every pour,
But you cannot win this war,
Ive ended it and slammed that door,
You will not scare me as you did before,
You will end up alone forever more,
You taught me so much its true,
I’m a better person because of you,
So for that i must say thank you,
Im confident you’ll get karmas due,
You stole my identity, who i was, its true,
I became a shell of the girl i once knew,
I have survived your torturous games,
And endured all your inflicted pains
I survived i am not your victim,
Cursed by your vindictive criticism,
This fight is far from being done,
However my new life has just begun.
Micro Aggression
Written: by Tom Wright
7-8-2016
The world suffers from micro aggression,
Seems we’re offended by every little thing.
But we can’t exist in a world filled with bees,
Without occasionally experiencing a sting;
We’re oft offended by the verbiage one uses,
We fret over things that shouldn’t matter.
While people are dying and going to hell,
Mouths release drivel and hurtful chatter.
We all have hurt feelings from time to time,
Through our anger they become revealing.
It’s imperative that we change our paradigm,
Banishing any prejudices we’re concealing.
The All American Chump decreed
Americans are a different breed
Education we just don't need
The poor must work to earn their feed
Housing simply fosters greed
Healthcare cripples slow my lead
My budget clearly plans for war
Let losers ponder, "either ….or"
Everyone loves blood and gore
Americans just love it more
And I, as leader of the corps,
Shall shed more blood than mighty Thor
We lead the world in making tanks
But funding conflict breaks the banks
I, alone, can turn the cranks
To make a trembling world give thanks
Or fear the worst: "Here come the Yanks"
Mothers, historians, fill in the blanks.
Our Aggression
We`re going out today for a drive, but it was cold and I was
thinking what had happened to a small town somewhere afar
and the nature around the town was flat sullen yet silky, but
it was home for people of peace and young laughter.
Few people ventured out but sat in their yard in the evening
now that the town was in the grip of fanatical criminals.
A few places were open, though, two cafes where men could
drink coffee but not smoke, cigarettes and waterpipes had
been outlawed, a sandy field where the young dreamed
how to get away from this dangerous town drowning in fear
and paralyzing inertia
No had heard a thing before bombs started falling killing everyone
inside the cinema, low flying helicopters came and shot at
everything that moved, suddenly they left like shadows as
moonless night across a landscape not unlike the Dead Sea.
Over 500 hundred people were killed mostly civilian and no
Paris sympathy for them.
The western world had again conducted a mass murder in the name
of stopping terrorists. I sit by the fire and wonder why it that we in
the West thinks it has the right to start wars as we please and why
is it we so willingly follow demagogues and aggressors where they
go down the road of ruins, death and suffering, proudly we wear
their medals, ribbons and we are oblivious to its ghastly irony.
We wrap us up in patriotic flags; dissent will not be tolerated we are
so perverted we do not see we are wrapped in a shroud.
new straw did appear
fix up lawn for new year
glad it will be here
presumed possession
confession of obsession
with much aggression
was a mind bender
always has been big spender
done by each gender
presumed promiscuous
we knew was ambiguous
also prestigious
another agent
was highly intelligent
which is prevalent
in every essence
she (he) would need conval
snakes uncoil...
ready to strike
before
rattling their tails.
flames of rage crackle;
white-hot on
highway.
two drivers
hissing,
exchanging
invectives
madness reigns supreme!
game of Russian roulette
played...
with lives on the road.
Writing Challenge - Yalto Form - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Date: 12/03/2022
You can see it when a man raises
his collar, and his shirt
is partially unbuttoned. A burning desire
to reveal his presence is evident.
World War I and World War II
was lost and won by men;
children of mothers who raised them
to take charge of themselves,
rather than taking the world. No man
permits himself to be a sitting duck,
as his property is taken.
A man hides his fears when he goes out
on a date. He controls his anxiety
by controlling his breathing and speech
during the interview between souls.
No one else you'll see getting thrilled
by life's challenges like a man;
it's his nature to set the problems
in front of him like pawns
in a chess game....
A man indeed is a creation that was designed
to struggle, survive and triumph!
When we’re off to a war, we are full of elation.
But that feeling is subject to rising deflation.
Once we’ve lived through privation
and have prayed for salvation,
we are left with vexation, frustration, stagnation.
It's about love, is abhorred aggression in literature
Keep within due limits words' compassion in literature
It should feel like real even if it is mere a fiction
Never give an unnatural impression in literature
What will you write when your heart is sleeping in dark jungles
Always those rise who for sights have passion in literature
Never try to write if you support social injustice
You'll speak the truth, make this confession in literature
You are not the only one worthy of being described
Everything in world should find expression in literature
Make rational future plans but never forget your past
Do you know what's progressive regression in literature?
August 30, 2022
In the beginning….a long time ago…man discovered aggression.
He lived and survived
then with passing of time
existence was no longer dependent on a combative mind.
But he continued to see power in his macho ways.
Aggression perverted….resulting in malaise.
Barbaric lessons learned
Bullies created….and superiority desires yearned.
And hatred pervaded….and took deep root.
And before its appearance
in the alleys and streets
sprouted in the mind….grew in the heart….and now it repeats.
Violence does not come in only one form.
Real peace and tranquility will never ensue….until they become the norm.
For an onslaught has emerged once more….and if we ignore
Circumstances will ignite….a deplorable war.
And if malevolence continues to rise and advance
Care….love….compassion….does not stand a chance.
So who is to blame?…. Is it you…or is it the other?
This hostility against….sister and brother.
Change is possible in the hearts of men
but perceived strength needs to be reformed….and the questions are how and when?
Leadership….support….protection….should be the true qualities of man.
Now is the time to give birth….to a caring humanity plan.
In the beginning….a long time ago….man discovered aggression
lived and survived.
And now during this moment in time
blissful existence impossible….without a peaceful, noncombative mind.
1. Stay low,
2. Strike a blow,
3. And go with flow.
Or wake up on the bench
With that ammonia stench.
"How many fingers do you see?
What do you do on 50-Slant-C?"
"He remembers the plays again.
He's okay to go back in-
Just an elbow to the chin."
1. Stay low,
2. Strike a blow,
3. And return that elbow