Best Aggressors Poems
Nobody knows what’s going on within these four walls
The fighting, the shouting, the pain and suffering – no friend ever calls
The skin around your eye is as black as the night
Yet you cover it up, no-one knows about your plight
‘Oh I caught it against the cupboard door or tripped and fell on the floor’
These are the excuses – we have heard them all before
Its not just physical violence you can see
There is verbal abuse that eats away at me
Both men and women can be the aggressors
With their violence and abuse they are the oppressors
‘Oh its just his way he loves me really’ she said
But in the morning she could be lying dead
Stand up to the bullies don’t let them get away
Or you may not be here to see another day
Talk to someone there are people who can help
And hopefully by the law they can be dealt
Submitted to the Dark Side of Love Contest
Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
2nd November 2014
What's worse than a malicious master of manipulation?
Two who join together to play Pin the Tail on their prey
Continuously and clamorously... asses love to bray
Cruelty is not always physical
Some take joy in messing with the mind
Blowing in like a blustering wind
with wicked words bringing them fame
of being labeled 'Keyboard Bullies'
Isn't that a repugnant name?
There's nothing casual about the pain
their cryptic cruelty causes, nor the disdain
Odious is the stench of ogres in the game they play
Beasts who feast on innocent folks
With a guileful grin they wound with keystrokes
Shots fired from wolves in sheep's clothing
They're gnashing teeth bite with loathing
Poisoned seeds of malice they sow
cawing to anyone who listens when they crow
With a nit-picking beak or crooked finger pointing,
they appoint themselves kings and queens,
then squat on a throne by self-anointing
Pathetic fools dwelling in a state of pretense
whose level of narcissism and bullying is immense
Sharpened are their tongues and pens used as tools
Quick to throw a gauntlet upon the ground
at what they presume is weak quarry
but how speedily they bay like injured hounds
when a righteous eye looks in their direction
Intimidation is a hallmark of their imperfection
The white flag wavers are filled with ire
Waffles, covering themselves in sweet syrup talk
claiming they're the victim. What a crock!
Their feet should be held in the fire
No one should be a casualty of their cruelty
Disparaging others is a painful assault
The fault of aggressors who crave attention
Keyboard bullies causing conflict and dissension
Living in their dark world... the cyber dimension
I see the bitterness polluting this world
a multitude of evil hides then divides
conquering with twisted visions of democracy
one joke history repeating past horrors return
Hurting innocent people tells another story
bullies who think they are above human justice
aggressors filled with pride in falsehood
you will fall heaviest of all
Suffering fleeing war victims as the devil marches forward
his army is arising from ashes darkness grips our planet
6 children a day dying, 3 world war two show mercy
for the love of all that holds good in this world
Such hardships giving up everything held dear
Look into your soul and know the mortal truth
only the blind hide and do not see selfishness
the one demon followed by others a legion
Fed like animals where is the loving joy that opens arms
Offering comfort to those in need have mercy
Peace unto this world sings with a warm heart
To love and understand our brothers and sisters plea
Please give them shelter
feed and clothe their weary bodies
in their hours of ache
With open arms I pray to God
Your salvation love and understanding the scriptures
we all know what must be done in our Lords name
Protect those families against the demon who hates and destroys families
Watching the news we are tainted with so much ugliness
lies drip fed to us twisted through the master deceivers hallow heart
We all know who sits at the head of a fork tongue
Peace is the way forward as greed wants war
only a fool arms themselves with hate their pride lies in bed with envy
Cunningly cursing everyone
curtains raise darkness you will kneel to the light
With power and glory supreme leader at your command
I bow with open eyes we see the path of complete destruction ahead
Faith is the sword of truth
openly we all should do more even in voice help
Do we stand for something or fall in our sins
I speak one soul because united we are many
Just a note to say Gary on What Kind of People Are We
after reading your piece these words flowed from my heart
thank you kindly for the insight and powerful pen filled with light and truth
The invasion began on the twenty fourth of February
When in from Belarus came, the filth of humanity
The world soon got to know of their cruel depravities
Each town they invaded, they were guilty of atrocities.
Putin had hoped to announce victory, on the ninth of may
But strong Ukrainian resistance is standing in his way
Helped by the civilised world supplying arms to fight
Now Russia can no longer claim to have military might.
The west imposed heavy sanctions but the war is still raging
Especially in the Donbas region where defenders are engaging
Putin doesn't care for loss of life, to him it doesn't bother
While sending in his conscripts to be used as cannon fodder.
But don't be fooled for one minute and offer them any sympathy
For many of his soldiers have committed, vile acts of atrocity
Murder, rape and lootings have been committed commonplace
Reports of young children being bashed, with rifle butt's in the face.
Buildings shelled and under the rubble many people still alive
The Russian scum wouldn't allow anyone to help them survive
Mobile crematoria used to destroy evidence, of their killing spree
But evidence is being documented for the whole world to see.
Rebuilding all the infrastructure, will take a very long time
And the Russian aggressors must be made to pay, every last dime
Good will always triumph over evil and one day Ukraine will free
And hopefully in time be able to move on, from that awful tragedy.
To all the would be aggressors out there and especially Putin
The civilised world will support freedom and you'll never win
There will be no forgiveness or a route to save face
Humanity owes you nothing, you're an absolute disgrace.
Written on 6th May 2022
Technology is changing day by day,
the benefits? enormous, one might say,
is miniaturization a price too high to pay?
not necessarily the smart and prudent way.
Gemstones aren't what they're purported to be,
take that cuff link, a microprocessor,
what used to take acres and acres of space
now resides on the top of his dresser.
Tie clips and navel rings, earrings with studs
contain microchips too small to see,
snapshots are routed to secret computers,
surveillance directed at you and at me.
As fate would have it, I have diminished,
a 6 footer, now 2ft 4inches,
soon I'll be able to date a REAL bird
and cavort with the crows and the finches.
It must be my penance, I spoke out of turn
and maligned the creator, the hedonist,
who pleasures the masses with tablets and iPods,
and removed me from his Merry Christmas list.
Small is as small does so I gravitate,
and follow these micro-bit players,
I am so tiny, can't hardly be seen,
as black widows become midget-slayers.
Consigned to my basement I look for a way
to escape my arachnoid aggressors,
I squeeze through a slit in the mesh at my window
and plead, as with all good confessors.
Out in my garden I stare at the stars,
just a speck in the depths of the universe,
I fall to my knees to be nothing at all,
prey to microchip madness, a terrible curse
or our endless salvation?
How easy it is to get wrapped up
In our own little universe
The cocoon of the daily grind
Of going about our business
Trying to protect our turf
‘Cause we’re more fragile than we let on
We live in fear that aggressors surround us
Propelling us to not forget and not forgive
Yet when we step back and
Focus on the meaning of our life
On the direction we want to take
And the legacy we’ll leave behind
We do want to be kinder and
Contribute to a better world
Not just for us but for mankind
In the end we’ll face our Maker
Standing alone solely accountable
For our deeds and misdeeds
Responsible for our own journey
For how we cultivated our heart
And the goodwill we did impart
When tallied will we have done enough
Or will we be asking for forgiveness
For barely meeting a passing grade
With this in mind and while it’s not too late
Let’s all take stock of what’s in our heart
All start practicing forgiveness
And letting go of the past as we realize
To forgive is to set ourselves free
AP: 3rd place 2025
Submitted on November 3, 2018 for contest SOMEONE FORGIVEN YOU: WHEN IS THE LAST TIME YOU'VE FORGIVEN DRAMATIC VERSE sponsored by JAMES EDWARD LEE SR - RANKED 4TH
Who knows who are the casualties of war?
Are they the wounded, maimed, and all the dead?
Who counts the orphans, widows, those displaced?
The untold truth, a light on this can shed
I also am a casualty of war
My soul is wounded by the grief I see
The war is raging here inside my head
I am held hostage, longing to be free
Survivor guilt is ravaging my nights
The blast of bombs, a morbid wake up call
Though I'm alive, I feel so dead inside
Like those cut down by hate, I take a fall
Destructor's cravings are insatiable
The sites destroyed include those of my mind
My tears pour down with that of martyrs blood
Like refugees, a haven I must find
A lesser casualty, yet I am one
This war is altering my very soul
I am ashamed to claim a numbered place
Yet war affects the country as a whole
Aggressors will not stop their rampant rage
The toll of death goes higher every day
Who counts the living dead, devoid of hope?
The shroud awaits the ones this war will slay
The casualties of war exceed belief
In Lebanon, war's reign defies relief
Eileen Manassian Ghali
The Untold Casulties of War
An extended sonnet
November 1, 2024
How can such a mere mortal
Afford that contagious smile?
A smile of love and innocence
Smile of a man sans grudge
A smile that unites mankind
A haloed smile of great man
Whom the world deserves
A smile bringing hope to life
A smile of peace and tolerance
Treasured smile of an icon
Building bridges for humanity
A man who leads by love
Heroic smile of a unique man
Who forgives all aggressors
And vaunts the downtrodden
A smile frozen in bold history
Yet invaluable gift for the future
Rippling smile of inert humility
Of he God bestowed the world
To cherish and to emulate
To trace and trail smile of peace
Evocative of the immortal
Love of He who created man!
A song for Nelson Mandela who is in hospital.
Who do you think you are ?
I’m better than you;
I’m a dexterous writer and poet ;
Am I proud ?,For saying the truth, No!,
I love alliteration more than pun.
So therefore ,I’m a rhymer and Rapper,
Is that tautology or poetic jargons ?
No!,it’s my pen;it has blue blood
So,it vomits blood on my paper;
Who do you think you are to have
Challenged me to a contest ?
I’m a man that fights in the nude,
Without weakness and weapon, but witty and
whimsical as I wobble ,wonder and walk
into webs of written warriors of world wars.
Am I drunk? No!, it’s not me but my pen,
Faster than the speedboat, quicker than the Cheetah
and more garrulous than Parrot.
You think you are gracious ?
I’m better-ludicrous ,malicious , incredulous ,
Sagacious and fallacious ;Now judge that !
I’m humane and detest oppressors,
Obsessors, aggressors and assessors,
Now ,you judge that !,
…..But still…
I’m still in love with you…..
…..Hahahaha! ....
8-22-2018
Technology is changing day by day,
the benefits? enormous, one might say,
is miniaturization a price too high to pay?
not necessarily the smart and prudent way.
Gemstones aren't what they're purported to be,
take that cuff link, a microprocessor,
what used to take acres and acres of space
now resides on the top of his dresser.
Tie clips and navel rings, earrings with studs
contain microchips too small to see,
snapshots are routed to secret computers,
surveillance directed at you and at me.
As fate would have it, I have diminished,
a 6 footer, now 2ft 4inches,
soon I'll be able to date a REAL 'bird'
and cavort with the crows and the finches!
It must be my penance, I spoke out of turn
and maligned the creator, the hedonist,
who pleasures the masses with tablets and iPods,
and removed me from his Merry Christmas list.
Small is as small does so I gravitate,
and follow these micro-bit players,
I am so tiny, can hardly be seen,
as black widows become midget-slayers.
Confined to my basement I look for a way
to escape my arachnoid aggressors,
I squeeze through a slit in the mesh at my window
and plead, as with all good confessors.
Out in my garden I stare at the stars,
just a minuscule speck in the firmament,
and wonder how I might reverse my misfortune,
not suffer the lot of the helpless and spent.
It's much too late now to redress my transgressions,
so I must make do with my life as it stands,
and hope when I shrink 'til no vestige is left of me
He will be present to welcome me home.
Pups, imps, joeys, wiggling tailed marsupials, hunting in parties of five.
Deadly facial cancer has killed lots of us, it’s a wonder I am still alive.
I screech when I eat, carrion, my utmost favorite food, road kill.
My aggression insured me at babyhood alive I would be still.
There were fifty in my litter, but only four teats so we scrappers had to fight.
Growling and viciously, snarling at each other, slapping away nice ones in the night.
Our mother was grabbed by a caveman devil who dragged her off by the neck.
I was incensed, and promptly chased after them, thinking “what the heck?”
Some of my siblings were frightened out of the old hollow log,
not many decided to stay.
I was not one of them. I showed my teeth,
and my aggressors promptly ran away.
Wombats, wallabies, opossums and other animals on this island of mine.
Steer clear of my hollow log, knowing I will
snap them up and eat them in no time.
Down in the south east of Ukraine they call the Donbas region
Is where the Russians were kept at bay by the Azoz battalion
For three long months in Mariupol, they put up one hell of a fight
Against air raids, constant bombardment and military might.
Many were severely injured in battle, but they never gave in
In an act of sheer defiance to the Russian's and Vladimar Putin
It's stalled Russian advance, in their so called special operation
And to war criminal Vladimar Putin, it caused much frustration
His murdering scum army were much needed elsewhere
But strong Ukrainian resistance were keeping them there
The Ukrainian high command knew they wouldn't survive
President Zelensky was heard to say "we need heroes alive".
Orders were given for them to stand down, so they surrendered
The siege will live on in folklore, and will always be remembered
The Russian military has now taken the soldiers, to a prison colony
Where they'll be charged with terrorism and never be set free.
Russians from the steelworks siege, are now being sent to the front
Trying to cut off Ukrainians in the east, who are bearing the brunt
The west must now go all out to deliver the weapons they need
To help push back the aggressors and make sure they succeed.
Their heroic stand bought time for Ukraine, to replenish supplies
Like heavy weapons from the west that caught Russia by surprise
Russia's only real advantage, is the sheer volume of personnel
So small groups of brave Ukrainian guerrillas, are giving them hell.
Hit and run raids by special forces are being carried out with success
Zelensky has nothing but praise for his soldiers, in his nightly address
Land seized by Russia will never have peace, the Ukrainians have said
To concede land to the brutal invaders, would be an insult to the dead.
Ukraine wants to send soldiers bodies back to their families
Russia has refused them, because the truth, the people would see
And Vladimir Putin doesn't want his people to see him as a liar
So he's quite happy to ignore it as his death toll grows higher.
written on 26th may 2022
Technology is changing day by day,
the benefits? enormous, one might say,
is miniaturization a price too high to pay?
not necessarily the smart and prudent way.
Gemstones aren't what they're purported to be,
take that cuff link, a microprocessor,
what used to take acres and acres of space
now resides on the top of his dresser.
Tie clips and navel rings, earrings with studs
contain microchips too small to see,
snapshots are routed to secret computers,
surveillance directed at you and at me.
As fate would have it, I have diminished,
a 6 footer, now 2ft 4inches,
soon I'll be able to date a REAL bird
and cavort with the crows and the finches.
It must be my penance, I spoke out of turn
and maligned the creator, the hedonist,
who pleasures the masses with tablets and iPods,
and removed me from his Merry Christmas list.
Small is as small does so I gravitate,
and follow these micro-bit players,
I am so tiny, I'm so hard to see
as black widows become midget-slayers.
Consigned to my basement I look for a way
to escape my arachnoid aggressors,
I squeeze through a slit in the mesh at my window
and plead, as with all good confessors.
Out in my garden I stare at the stars,
just a speck in the breadth of the universe,
I fall on my knees and I pray to the Lord,
could my destiny alter, and spin in reverse.
In deep repose she lays there
Why so still, not a movement made
Newly brushed and fanned out hair
What could trouble such a maid
If the bullies could see her
All relaxed and fast asleep
Not scared of her own shadow
Or the abusers that make her weep
Doesn’t talk about this happening
Keeps it deeply hidden within.
That’s why she needed help resting
Before the churning inside begins.
She chose hypnosis to help her
Thoughts deep inside must show
Buried deeply it’s not healthy
Clear the fears they have to go
When awoken she was stronger
Mind set, no longer being afraid
Will stand up to her aggressors
No more the frightened maid
May 14th 2014
AND LIBERTY FOR ALL
Our nation’s liberty remains stern and strong,
Though there are people who wish us to fall.
Our shields are the strength of our nation's force,
And the will of the people will never default.
Composed of people from every nation,
Building together a nation of prosperity.
America was and is created by many,
Teaching us of her sensitivity and intensity.
Built on the backs and the strength of the people,
Despite the fear and relentless aggression by defeaters.
Our strength and shield from offensive intruders,
Only forces our nation to become the aggressor.
Where are we now and where will our strength come from,
That is needed to defeat the aggressors who hate us?
Why have they come to the country of the free,
If they resent the freedom, we possess and breathe?
We must continue to rebuild and regain strength,
To fight for our freedom and rights we possess.
We must build on our faith and rely on our God,
To help us protect and defend all we’ve got.
We must thank our God for the good and ask to protect,
The hungry and weary that wish for the best.
We must take from our forefathers their strength to hold tight,
The freedom we now have and will hold through the night.
We’ve taken a few steps backward on the battlefield of freedom,
We’ve given into the greed so many pledge to behold.
We’ve stumbled and fallen into the arms of the greedy,
Without a thought for those who are needy.
Why have we followed instead of leading,
And taken the easy road we were given?
We must take a tact and one minor step back,
To preserve the hundreds of years we've been given.
Our freedom is threatened, and our lives left pending,
The selfishness of others who are jealous of our freedom.
We must stand tall and bare our strength,
To preserve this land for the young and the living.
God Bless America!
© 2012 by Lee Christine Brownlee. All rights reserved