Best Aggressor Poems
Until recently many had never heard of this man's name
But tragic circumstances have catapulted him to fame
A lawyer and a comedian then in two thousand and eighteen
He decided to become involved in the Ukraine's political scene.
In two thousand and ninteen he won the presidency
And vowed to maintain freedom and democracy
Once in office he worked hard, giving it his best
And wanted a good relationship with countries in the west.
Alarm bells rang in Moscow and a decision was made
Putin wanted the Ukraine back and decided to invade
He thought it would be easy and over in a few days
But didn't account for the Ukrainians, who didn't want the old ways.
He called on his people to bear arms and to stand up and fight
Thousands came forward to stand against Russia's military might
They had once won freedom and wanted to keep it at any cost
But Russian aggression then bombed cities with many lives lost.
It has been a week now the Ukrainians are not giving in
And sending a clear message to the aggressor Putin
Who's responded with barbaric acts of total aggression
And unleashed on civilians, weapons of mass destruction.
President Zelensky has been offered the chance to get away
But said " I'm fighting for my country and here I will stay"
Whatever the outcome of this conflict he will stay until the end
He's an honourable man and on one you can depend.
The whole world is behind him and holds him in admiration
He stands ready to fight and give his life for his proud nation
To retain Ukraine's freedom he will do everything that he can
And compared to the aggressor Putin he's ten times the man.
Written 3rd March 2022
Categories:
aggressor, courage, death, soldier, war,
Form:
Rhyme
On a square in Ukraine in that war torn country
Over a hundred strollers are parked, but they're all empty
The children no longer need them because they're all sleeping
And those painful cries that you hear are their parents weeping.
Young innocent lives taken, who could do such a thing?
Their parents denied burying them, because of the bombing
Pure evil is at work, inflicting death and misery
All because Ukraine wanted to keep, her freedom and sovereignty.
The blood of children is on Putin's hands and one day he must pay
The west should ensure he'll face justice and we must find a way
He is the epitome of pure evil and the devil incarnate
And I hope for crimes against humanity, he'll suffer a similar fate.
Children still living are shell-shocked, too traumatised to cry
Witnessing acts of extreme violence and seeing people die
We know who the aggressor is, we know who to blame
How does he sleep at night?, hasn't he got any shame?
He's now getting desperate as he's threatened to go nuclear
In the hope that civilised nations, will pull back in fear
Does he honestly think that we'll scare easily
Yes, Russia has got nuclear weapons but then so have we.
Two wrongs don't make a right, it's often been said
But we must do more to stop this unnecessary bloodshed
The world must rise up against Putin , we must make a stand
Or it won't be long before the aggressor invades our land.
Written 20th March 2022.
Categories:
aggressor, children, conflict, death, heartbreak,
Form:
Rhyme
There is no guarantee
when it comes to the
heart...
though love released with
sincere eternity – our carriers,
though Homers of loyal wings
transverse a sky of hawks
There is no guarantee
when it comes to matters
of interpersonal love – only God knows
man's truest beats – for the mortal heart
is an aggressor
while also retreats
Love, indeed!~ is a campaign of sorts
armies of feelings going forth
entrenchment on both sides
love often hides
while never a victory without
two fond surrenders
Categories:
aggressor, emotions, feelings, heart, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
Alphabet war.........
A is for aggressor, they're the ones who start wars,
B is for breath, when a bullet takes yours.
C is for Chieftain, a great British tank,
D for the death in trenches so dank.
E for endowment that the army will give,
F for the funeral, in case you don't live.
G is for guns, that you carry around,
H for the heather, when you're dead on the ground.
I is identity, the tags round your neck,
J for the jangles, while on sentry you check.
K for the killer, with weapon in hand,
L for the love of your quiet homeland.
M for my mother, my mentor is she,
N is for nurture, what she did then for me.
O you obliterate, any foe you will see,
P for the pacifists, and for peace is their plea.
Q for the Queen, and her country they fight,
R is the rapier, aimed with optical sight.
S for the soldiers, who've been trained in the field,
T for the tanks, and the power they yield.
U the unexpected sights you will see,
V is for victory, and the love of the free.
W for the wounded, which I hope you stay clear,
X is for xenon and the chemicals we fear.
Y for the youths this poem may teach,
Z is for zenith, put your hands out and reach.
Categories:
aggressor, war,
Form:
Rhyme
There is a system
That turns innocent to victim..
And the aggressor turns to witness.
There’s a sickness in this business.
The whole judicial system is with this!
Swept under the rug with a quickness..
Children being taken by force with the courts..
How is it that there are so many reports
Stating so blatantly
that there’s no cause for reports?
But there’s children being taken
Right out of their parents hand!
Even when there’s no ground
on which to stand!
And I’ll be Damned if I don’t take a stand!
I grew up in that system
Damned right I understand!
From the inside out-
These motherjumpers are gonna hear me out
Until it wears me out-
I’m yelling Down With The System
I’m not down with the sickness
What the problem is-
I am clearly calling out!
There’s a monster out there...
But it’s not under the bed..
It’s the State run kidnapping
Yea believe it!
This monster is fed by the Feds.
There’s a price tag on all Children’s heads!
This Monster will prey upon your Family..
Chaos and heartbreak
Until you drown in the insanity.
Screaming in a courtroom
How can it be...?
That this is allowed to continue
It’s a downright travesty!
I took an oath that either foreign or domestic
I will stand against an enemy
Spiritually, emotionally
physically and mentally
There will never be an end to me
So I will stand as battle ready
Ready to storm the establishment
And implement the remedy
Kidnapping any child should
Become a capital felony
Death sentence worthy
And all that should be funded federally
The Beast system has been in place
And it’s staring us all right in the face
DCF IS THE ENEMY
CPS IS THE ENEMY
BURY THEM ALL UNDER THE PRISON
AND LABEL IT CLOSED CASE.
Categories:
aggressor, abuse, anger, betrayal, bullying,
Form:
Free verse
Freddie
Friendship you offered me freely
Ready always to help and advice
Each comment structured and balanced
Delightful were the words you wrote
Drawing pictures and visions in the mind
Invoking thoughts that inspired
Each phrase and verse chosen well
I read the last poem he wrote before changing his id
to poet aggressor and to me it seemed he knew what
lay ahead. Maybe even welcomed it, I think he had,
had enough for who knows what he was going through
we all wear public faces keep the pain and torment
hidden. Freddie dear Freddie already I miss you so
much I will leave you with his own moving words.
Spoken Words
richness of the heart
the tongue will speak graciously
a bounty of words
spoken tenaciously well
incanting ones included
Mea Culpa
I'm the accuser
blaming myself directly
a sign of my guilt
pointless justification
without any allowance
Missing
at the funeral
unsuccessful burying
mourners in plenty
grave devoid of a body
instead thrown in a furnace
Anticipation
courage is with me
just as long I keep breathing
once I die I'm dead
apprehensively of course
don't know where I'm going yet
A few of Freddie's short poems
his websites
www.poetrycuresthesoul.co.uk
www.guidgearcomesinsmabulk.com
www.poezijimaltin.com (blog)
Categories:
aggressor, death of a friend,
Form:
Acrostic
The stone's angle
offers no cover
as she lay
openly exposed.
Her pedipalp mane, disheveled
by the soft reverberation
of an accidental intruder.
Whose mouth will froth?
Whose stunned lungs will blanch?
Whose limbs will twitch
then stiffen?
Aculeus poised; quavering telson.
What is her decision?
Will you writhe in the throes
of her opaque venom?
Or will she?
Author's commentary:
Scorpions are intriguing creatures.
Urban legend has it that when they are threatened they will do one of two things:
sting their perceived aggressor, or sting themselves to death.
Thankfully, this is only a myth and my reverent faith in the scorpion remains intact.
But still, the idea led me to wonder why, when facing extreme hardship,
some people exhibit self-preserving behavior while others opt
to self-destruct.
It's fascinating to me that the latter could be considered a viable option.
Heck, even scorpions know better than that....
Categories:
aggressor, animals, life, nature, social,
Form:
Free verse
When I awoke this morning
The sunny scape was grand
I realized I'm squatting here
On someone else's land
Someone who for centuries
Had roamed this vast terrain
Mostly uninhabited
In sun and wind and rain
Who cherished all its bounty
The spirits will atest
Who gazed on all its beauty
Their friendship was the best
Owning but belonging to
In perfect harmony
Owing only to the creatures
For sustainability
Someone now who roams no more
Confined by his oppressor
The guest who once was welcome
Your governing aggressor
With water you could walk on
Just no way to strive
Total persecution
A struggle to survive
Residential Schools
The Highway of Tears
Murdered and Missing Women
Count them through the years
I'm pretty sure I bought it
Worked hard all my life
To build our house upon
My children and my wife
Maybe I was shafted
And didn't even know
Maybe they're good at it?
I'm here to tell you so
I won't be satisfied
Til my friends are on the mend
Til we can wander far and wide
But still not even then
When we stand tall and healthy
And proud might do the trick
When we're all looking down on them
And they're all ducking sick
Categories:
aggressor, culture, history, native american,
Form:
Ode
Dare you trick him? Dare you violate him?
And then you get no karma, and it leaves him grim.
You took advantage, you broke his ego.
You restrained him, you took away his ability to protect himself.
You took away his right to refuse.
And society forces confusion, ridicule, humiliation, and lack of sympathy they deserve.
But if I ever see you I'll make sure justice is served.
Because of society men allow this to happen because they believe that your violation isn't
possible.
But the thought that a female cannot be aggressor in itself is impossible!
You sick, sadistic, cruel vermin.
You violent animal.
You rapist.
Categories:
aggressor, depression, life, sad, social,
Form:
Lyric
I was reeking of spilled grape juice yesterday.
Today I stink like cigarettes.
In less than two weeks I have gone from new to old.
From crisp to filthy,
from sticky to stiff.
I shudder as my aggressor pulls me apart.
She yells something to her partner.
I don’t recognize the words, but….
Every time she yells this,
my belly hurts for days from her wickedly
insensitive manipulation, and indelicate prodding.
After fishing around with her hands, stirring
Green gum wrapper carcasses from one
Side of my tummy to the other,
She finally lets me catch my breath.
WHAM! I am completely dizzy when she
twists me upside down and shakes me hard,
Slapping my bottom with long, angry slugs.
I throw up pencils, pens, erasers, a variety of multi-colored
Toys, a washrag, crackers, cellophane wrappers,
A half-eaten candy bar, gritty stomach acid pills,
Paperclips, a baby’s shoe, two headbands, dust mites,
A dog biscuit and so many receipts it is ridiculous.
“Here they are!” Her partner calls.
She pops all the junk back into me, throws in
Her car keys for dessert, and off we go for more receipts.
I long for my clean shelf in Macy’s, and my relatives.
Categories:
aggressor, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Personification
In the cold of the bleak morning sky,
we see no leaf stirs, nor birds flying by.
As we wake to the crisp Autumn chill,
we see flags at half staff, are hanging still!
It’s a day well suited for a sombre event,
when we, as a Nation remember and lament,
those who, answering Freedom’s clarion call,
fought the aggressor, and gave of their all!
As spectators watching the Parade passing by,
we’ll remember a loved one, with tear filled eye.
Proudly we’ll salute, for those we fondly recall,
who are unable to answer the bugle’s urgent call!
At Eleven, for a minute of silence we’ll pause
to show respect for those who died for a cause.
One that saw many die in the prime of their youth,
who took up arms, in the fight for freedom’s truth!
Some, placing their poppy, on the tomb
of the Unknown Warrior, do so for whom
no grave exists. This sign of deep respect,
reminds us, they too, we must never forget!
November 11th, is a revered, auspicious day,
when we, as a Nation, show respect, and pay
tribute to those who died fighting the foe.
It’s for their sacrifice, our Freedom we owe!
Rhymer. November 11 th, 2016.
Categories:
aggressor, anniversary, memorial day,
Form:
Rhyme
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
Categories:
aggressor, death, war,
Form:
Rhyme
The sheriff had a visitor who growled like thunder,
a rabid dog, teeth bared trying to tear him asunder.
She howled that he'd attacked a member of her pack
Saying Mark was the aggressor and giving him flack.
She told him he'd listened to those who are wrong
then called him a troll, singing that same old song.
He replied to her comments, showing no disrespect
but her defense of that yobbo is hogwash that I reject.
She accused the sheriff of robbing PS of a great poet.
But all the real troll offered was trouble. We know it.
The doggie's heckling prickled me like a thorn or a spur
I won't miss that cowardly 'deleter,' that cocky old cur.
She can defend her crud bud any way she chooses,
but he will always be the one many of us accuses
of bullying, for each time he returns he reeks of ill will.
Hope we've seen the last of him and his snippety quill.
Categories:
aggressor, bullying, community,
Form:
Rhyme
We were one people, neighbours and kin
Before independence and the politician’s whim
In August’47, the brotherhood ended
The country was partitioned and we were independent
Democracy worked in India, floundered in neighbouring Pakistan
Victim to army rule and the power of the gun
And many a times since ’47, the two nations went to war
As defender of sovereign territory or blatant aggressor
A tenuous existence was Pakistan’s, to our east and west
Their land and race divide put this bond to test
The East staked its claim to governance on the people’s mandate
But unwilling to yield power, the West unleashed a campaign of hate
Aspirations muzzled after twenty four years, bypassing legislation
Saw the birth of a defiant East yearning for liberation
A hotbed of political activity, Dhaka University was targeted
It was spring that night in ’71, the campus was surrounded
Troops loyal to the West sealed roads under night’s cover
And shells were fired in haloed ground from battle tank and mortar
Shrieking death, it is said, arced through the sky that night
Exploding amid the campus buildings, in blinding flashes of light
Besieged and battered was the East’s cradle of intellect
A grim warning for the masses, March 25 was the date
Then ground troops with weapons of death silently moved in
To slaughter at close quarters, academics and their kin
As flames licked the sky from adjacent slums
Fleeing residents were mowed down by soldiers with machine guns
The stench of burning flesh filled the night air
As bodies piled on streets were set on fire
The sky glowed red that night, as Dhaka burned
The orgy in the campus ended after all found were gunned
The handful, who escaped death, shed silent tears
As ghastly fires burned to ashes, family and peers
Categories:
aggressor, history, night, night, sky,
Form:
Narrative
Inside my head the cogs are clicking
Really need oiling with inspiration
Fast asleep is the main aggressor
my muse, says he is on vacation.
Gone are the thoughts
That keep me awake at night
Gone are the words
Forgotten next morning light.
Muse is asleep snoring quite loudly
Thought I had tinnitus, ‘til I realised
Now what can I do to set muse in action
write without him he won’t be best pleased.
So I uttered sweet words to muse
Told him without him I am no-one
felt my brain cells start to click into gear.
Think I have the first line of a poem.
Inside my head all is now ok
Cogs are turning fine, which I am glad to see
Muse is busy writing poetry galore.
Me, I feel like a nap, wake me later with coffee
penned 7 September 2015
Categories:
aggressor, muse, vacation,
Form:
Rhyme