Best Ambushing Poems
Grey clouds the innocent sky ambushing light turns dark
stumbling over a tombstone opening up cold graves
When eyes become frozen behind scenes in hidden truth
as a weight deadens upon the shoulders without hope
A ghost from past experience consumes the present
and golden sands blacken beneath your feet fallen one
Deep undercurrents strains awaken in the ocean
Invisible cloaked dagger pierces without mercy
I pray waters calming find peace in this mortal frame
as the whirlpool of desires casts an ominous spell
Upon the sea of life Satanic storms enter Hell
and exudes within the malevolent clouds failure
Forgiveness stands at the crossroads beholden no more
within promise of a dream transparent through the rain
As yellow moonlight draws one pathway clearly cutting
brings you safely home to love under a fragile roof
Under black currents of loss when the heart returns beat
in the last teardrop sorrow remained faithfully loved
In collaboration with The Irish Poet Liam Mc Daid
2016
Freshet
Levees surrender
Overflowing; ambushing; destroying ~
Overwhelmed, teardrops augment the
Deluge
Grey clouds the innocent sky ambushing light turns dark
stumbling over a tombstone opening up cold graves
When eyes become frozen behind scenes in hidden truth
as a weight deadens upon the shoulders without hope
A ghost from past experience consumes the present
and golden sands blacken beneath your feet fallen one
Deep undercurrents strains awaken in the ocean
Invisible cloaked dagger pierces without mercy
I pray waters calming find peace in this mortal frame
as the whirlpool of desires casts an ominous spell
Upon the sea of life Satanic storms enter Hell
and exudes within the malevolent clouds failure
Forgiveness stands at the crossroads beholden no more
within promise of a dream transparent through the rain
As yellow moonlight draws one pathway clearly cutting
brings you safely home to love under a fragile roof
Under black currents of loss when the heart returns beat
in the last teardrop sorrow remained faithfully loved
A Collaborated Poem written by Liam Mc Daid and Red Firey
I closed my eyes with anticipation for sunrise,
I wanted the daylight, illuminating my shell, and me
But when i opened my eyes, it was still dark
I realized, i must have awakened earlier.
so i closed my eyes , again , this time my eyes felt heavy , however i closed
them , with a fear somewhere in my heart.
I slept
I slept and slept for as long as i could
My bones started to ache
But i tried…
I wanted to prolong my sleep just to look at the sunrise, the day, a new
beginning
But when my heart started to tremble
I felt as i lost my breath
This compelled my to wake up, so i did
I opened my eyes
And looked at my shell
I looked and kept looking
It was still dark
There was no light, revealing me
There was no breeze blowing my hair
there was no humming of life
I kept looking -at the dark room, the dark shell
It turned my eyes gloomy and apathetic
Empty, empty as the shell
Without winking but watched
My gaping sight struck something
It was a broken mirror; it was hanging on the side wall
Just beside my bed
While it’s every broken sharp wedged piece but clinging to each other,
As a whole, struck my sight
Every broken pieced reflected
Reflected the ambushing of my misery
It reflected the darkness
It reflected my dark shell
And my empty eyes kept looking at it
Darkness of my shell reflected in the mirror, somehow made me feel, that it
exists in me.
And As I kept looking, I looked at my face reflecting,
Broken, and my lips uttering without frowning,
Convincing _ it all exists in me and darkens day by day,
Emptying me
I saw an old man with tired eyes
lean over a fence and
throw apples at the boys skateboarding along the side walk
thought he was angry
looked like he was mad
seemed upsetting
was sort of sad
but the boys on the skateboards caught each one then
munched on their apples
as they bobbed on
next thing I knew an apple flew my way
caught it shined
it tasted sweet
talked to the old man
his name was Pete
with his Irish accent and
sported black shiny boots
and a green tam
Pete told his story
about the apple ambushing
they take me back he said
to my childhood days
when I could play and be merry
they help me forget what war took away
brothers young and some just married
I planted an apple tree for the love of my life
Simple faces complex feelings
Smiling eyes hiding intentions dangerous
A dagger in one hand, the other extended in greeting
These are a few traits of this race
Slithering towards it's victims with effortless ease
Ambushing skills could put a rattler to shame
Will devour every living thing, will never cease
In the quest for supremacy, everything is fair game
All living beings are pawns in this game of chess
Sacrificing even Gods at the altar of individual gains
Making Krishna fight Buddha, Allah with Jesus
Holy wars giving the right to kill and maim
The streets transformed into rivers of blood
Screams silenced by the booming of guns
Rejoicing when their own kin is dead
And this race calls themselves humans
Ah love! Those days
Of long harsh winters,
Homemade pickles and dried vegetables;
Surrounding the flaming-high chola
And having kehva with cornbread,
Almost whole-days.
My maternal grands and
In the nights their horror tales:
That world of fairies and giants,
Demons and ape-men;
My mom's dead granduncle's heroic
Hunting stories--
Catching cleverly the wild hens
By the bushes hatching eggs,
Chasing the fox in snowy forests,
And ambushing behind rocks
The lions slept-for-days in dens!
O! Before the uprising,
Before the guns and grenades,
Was a beautiful--mythical, religious world...
Oh God! Damn the Indians,
Chinese and Paks,
They all have
Together or one by one
Damaged our topography
And destroyed our identity.
reloading my brain, the past still recoil,
Jennifer’s blood won’t shrink, am getting scared,
breaking the wedlock was always the devil’s intention,
the final bang sounded, the snipper was never grounded.
flipping through the pages, the stories are spinning in,
under the love tree, the vows were erected,
overwhelmed with jealousy, ambushing was inevitable,
the final bang got thicker on approaching the freezing point.
diving unconsciously to target innocent prey,
disintegration the rumor was the best option for pulling the trigger,
caught in a play she never acted,
the final bang strike, even my fans were shocked.
with my eyes, I saw my star falling,
getting more panic to ask did I win or loss?,
my worst mistake was to payoff someone else’s life,
the final bang sounded twice even the snipper wasn’t exempted.
A Chilly Rainy Afternoon
In the chill of the afternoon
the light rain steadily fell—
soaking the rich green field
Just as the rain tapered off
to a slight mist, a flock of blackbirds
swooped down, ambushing
thirsty unaware frolicking worms
With the lapse of time, the rain ceased
and the blackbirds departed—
leaving a lone squirrel undulating across
the watery green field.
MY LIFE IN VERBS
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
Nothing, Something Treading, Swimming, Navigating, Vibrating, Penetrating, Dividing, Multiplying, Forming, Shaping, Moving, Kicking, Exiting, Crying, Breathing, Seeing, Sleeping, Being.
Suckling, Creeping, Crawling, Walking, Talking, Running, Growing, Playing, Adjusting, Adapting, Complying.
Enrolling, Attending, Learning, Reading, Writing, Socializing, Growing, Formulating, Postulating, Rejecting, Rebelling, Calming, Weighing, Accepting, Working, Earning, Idling.
Enlisting, Training, Deploying, Ambushing, Engaging, Killing, Wounding, Bleeding, Shaking, Praying, Repairing, Convalescing, Moving, Discharging, Homing.
Enrolling, Attending, Studying, Learning, Graduating, Working, Earning, Managing, Enriching.
Searching, Finding, Wooing, Marrying, Parenting, Guiding, Counseling, Bragging, Encouraging, Steering, Babysitting, Gloating, Watching, Glowing.
Retiring, Cruising, Visiting, Traveling, Tiring, Resting.
Aging, Slowing, Aching, Suffering, Failing, Ailing, Fading, Dying, Stiffening, Freezing, Cremating, Scattering, Nothing.
Wolves are smart creatures
they do not devour old sheep
when there is plenty of young to prey on
so their focus is set upon the mother
because she will do everything in her power
to defend her baby
Singling out one of the weakest in the herd
they begin to prowl on their mission
once targeted dividing them causes chaos
Not knowing what is coming
the predator is directed by an alpha in this group
learn the ways of nature its then you see the devil at work
need a person say more when the bulls eyes on your back
Don’t walk around aimlessly
Don’t leave your armor on your bed chamber’s floor
Keep your eye and ears focused on Jesus
He is the lamp barer ,Who illuminates your path you should travel
Don’t walk around aimlessly
Don’t leave your armor on your bed chamber’s floor
Specters are crouched in the shadows of the thicket that line you path
They plot on ambushing you ,as soon as you wonder aimlessly in to the thicket
Keep your eye and ears focused on Jesus
He is the lamp bare ,Who illuminates your path you should travel
If you have walked in to a fog and lost your focus,
If you have walked aimlessly into the shadows the thicket
If you find your self in the clutches of the specters of the dark
Don’t be be anxious
Don’t loss hope
Humble your self and call out to your commander
He will send in his angelic army to retrieve you
To restore you back to the ranks of His army
Don’t walk around aimlessly
Don’t leave your armor on your bed chamber’s floor
Keep your eye and ears focused on Jesus
He is the lamp bear ,Who illuminates your path you should travel.
Written By Stephen J. Vattimo
Dec 3,2016
A Remnant of War
Here I am,
A remnant of war,
Here I lay, broken and riddled with arrows and acrimony
As I watch the birds fly away with my bloodied eyes.
The sky is as grim as the reapers
Who unleashed hell on us,
Ambushing us, we harmless hands,
Isn't that cowardice?
The field is bloody
The vultures are ready
To eat of the carcass that lay open;
What was once a man's body
Now food to be fed upon.
With my weary eyes staring into nothingness,
I mourn within,
My heart filled with sadness
For an unfortunate remnant of war,
A representative of a dead race.
©Zoe
Don't smell me through ambushing ears
Don't listen to me with glaring eyes
Don't look at me in that tone of voice
Don't taste me with such rash fingers
Don't touch me with an insensitive mind
Don't perceive me through a shriveled nose
Because these sensations
Lead to effortless interpretations
the dark skies
Ambushing in the woods to my joys and pleasures
Becoming my life's mess and unwanted passions
Calling my name and his to torment me in the roads for him
Daring to cross my house to destroy my love and joys
Erasing my existence for me and for my lovely man
Falling for me no more , for him as dark clouds harms him
Gauging him for him for my displeasure
Harnessing my anger and anxiety to take him away from me
Iillness catched him to take my love and pride away
Jumping all around my home for the hope for more menace
Kidding about love and harmony
Love as the object of perfect lies beyond the skies
Meanings of love and affections are dust now for him
Nor love nor hate could take him back to my arms
Oppositions are dancing in my backyard from years
People cannot see him and me together , they have punched deep holes
Quest for love and him is over for me now
Rest is with my dear lords and gods
Sitting in my couch but wondering on seas
Tears are dried now in my eyes for me and for him
Upon the dark skies is no light present to ignite any hope
Values of love are useless now for me
Waters of harmony have evaporated long ago
Xeroxing my anger , like an artists most wonderful masterpiece
Years of separations are long now not to be filled with joy anymore
Zeniths of pleasures are gone gone now