Best Armory Poems
Ideology is silent, victory is violent, we are corrupt, death is abrupt;
Perhaps if the world were still flat we wouldn't know what we know,
Stacks of black and white dictionaries defining the worst of what
tomorrow just might hold:
War, famine, poverty, disease – hatred, racism, phobia, and sleaze;
In a perfect world we would only know each other by name, blame,
never brought upon what we sought as we found peace and happiness
in all that we thought;
There would be no need for money, honey, emptied from jars, stars,
made of diamonds, would only shine bright in the sky, never in what's
ours;
Bullets would be relics from a past never known, killing fields empty,
the winds never blown, away, like innocent works of art, splattered
on the mud, covered in the blood, of children, at play, at war;
In a perfect world we would all matter in the ways that matter most,
mostly thoughts of love for those who we love to boast, about friends
and family, kind ways and sunny days, days on which our kids would
love to play;
The only weapon in our armory would be one of a chiseled harmony,
echoes soaring from the rafters above, doves flying, wings open, open
to our gentle hands, holding the sands of a desert spent searching for
wetlands, drenched in our smiles and our songs, throngs of us
preaching not our judgments, but rather reasons why we're strong,
willed to excellence by arias of immaculate acceptance, played by
symphonies of converted marauders who's only wish in this world is
for the wealth of healthy sons and daughters;
It's in those ways that make this place the best we have to offer, offering
ideas of humanity over vanity, kindness over blindness, and a general
sense of respect for whoever cares to share, life on this beautiful blue
sphere, where, in the end if we hope for our history books to look back
on this chapter with love, above all else, then maybe it's best we look
deeper inside, searching our own mirrors for the potential perfection
within the reflection that stands before us, human and still;
February 12, 2016
where we strived for peace and harmony
cared about one another
instead of grabbing guns from the armory
shouldn't we love thy brother
where children no longer respect
parents, guardians that now neglect
education is at an all time low
attention disorders, I don't think so
religious people, they claim to be
believe different, then you'll see
murder and homelessness at an alarming rate
oh well, that's their fate
liberty for all, was the idea
poverty has many searching for a meal
leaders and politicians can't be trusted
the wheels of justice leave one disgusted
seniors dying from lack of healthcare
whatever happened to "I'll be there"
for you and I, life goes on
but tell me, where have we gone.
DEDICATED TO THOSE WHO STILL TRULY CARE
BULLETS!
If there ever was a time in the history of human, it is now that one’s being is
bound to civic duty impost.
He or she is a loyal citizen of his or her nation.
Intensified is the fortress bond of armory and strength.
Through our faith and courage, our minds and our heart have engaged vigor.
Dynamism is diversification via structure.
What is seen is statement beyond repose via strategy.
As we discuss the militant way, we centralize our thoughts
To suffering in other nations against dogmatic methods, systemically
approached the right to vote interposed by illegality of the election booth
intervened by bribes and other means to destroy equability.
What is seen is statement beyond repose via strategy.
Impartiality is an assured plus of unanimous.
Political leaders aboard focus on a suppressed nation through their views on
enslavement and incapacitate.
For sure, this is the Stalin’s views of the Ukraine orders retain.
To incarcerate through tenets of rapaciousness is cruel.
Therefore, what is seen is only a system of beliefs.
The Ukrainians must remain free to be at liberty.
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Verlena S. Walker
Penned on October 02, 2014!
Form: Decapentasyllabic Verse
The Tangled Web
Lines on her face grew deeper when fabrications were conceived
When further contradictions came, she knew not what to believe
Caught in a lie I’d be sent to my room; there’d be no reprieve
Mom said, "A tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive”
My boyfriend had no license yet; we wanted to double date
To get my mom’s permission, a lie I had to perpetrate
Claimed the driver was my boyfriend’s brother to mom’s fears abate
This was the first strand in a tangled web I chose to create
When the invitation to his wedding came, mom was irate
The “driver” had another last name, more lies I did inflate
“They have the same mom, just different dads,” but this did not equate
She’d met his Catholic parents; divorce was against our mandate
“His older brother’s father died.” This made my mom a skeptic
I wish mom would have washed my mouth out with an antiseptic
For now the web that hovered above had grown so very thick
Mom was on to me for sure, so she devised a clever trick
At mass my mom asked his where her first husband had been buried
How quickly she responded, “I’ve never before been married.”
For two years these lies had grown, and so much guilt I had carried
This snowball led me to declare I’d never again mislead
Though the truth may bring results that are unsatisfactory
You won’t be covered by webs built of story upon story
And when the truth prevails, you won’t see eyes accusatory
Or spend your teen years in a room filled with falsehoods’ armory
*True story for Paula’s “My Parent” contest
I have never been to school;
And people call me a fool,
I didn't know how to read and write;
So people call me the dumbest mite.
They said I'm good in asking food;
But I never done anything good,
So I asked, how will I know what is good?
If you never teach me how to do good?
They laugh at me and call me crazy;
Then they shout at me to go away,
They don't let me stay even just for a minute;
They pushed me away, until in the ground I hit.
Then, one day somewhere, I met someone;
She's so kind and a lighthearted one,
She never call me fool, dumb or crazy;
But she call me sweetie, dear or honey.
She taught me how to read and write;
She taught me what is wrong and right,
The good and bad, the mistakes and correct;
Lie from truth, now I can differentiate.
Now I can spell my name correctly;
I can count my fingers so clearly,
I can spell the FOOL, DUMB and CRAZY;
And know one person who's good to me.
Do you know what's the best lesson I learned?
Is that knowledge is the best weapon and shield,
It can be the most cruel and proud armory;
But can be the most gentle and priceless property.
GOD'S KIND OF POETRY
I love you, don't you feel?
Have faith. Trust me.
I am here, I am real.
I love you 'til the ends of the earth
to the bottom of my heart..
From minute dusts, I adjust
forming you with my own bear hands
Appointing you to be on high command
over animals, plants and all others I planned
I love you, don't you feel?
Have faith. Trust me.
I am here, I am real.
I trust you much I let you run and roam
I got upset you chose lure than obedience
But, I love you so so much that I am still here
a father waiting for you to come home
Arms spread wide ready to embrace you tight
Aching to show you more of my love and light
I love you, don't you feel?
Have faith. Trust me.
I am here, I am real.
I know you have been on trash or myriad tests
to which sometimes you're on bended knee with tears
Asking; Swearing; Doubting me when bad surprises
cascade soak then thoroughly bathe you...
Don't you know that while you are in this...
I am listening to your shake and tremble
I am there next to you, sobbing too..
I am hoping for you to remember ME.
I am hoping for you to call my name.
As I am eager, so eager, to share your burden
I am ardent, so ardent, to make you smile.
I love you, don't you feel?
Have faith. Trust me.
I am here, I am real.
I love you much that if needed I will sacrifice
With all I am, I will draw you nearer to me
Not with golden armory of might or power
but with the Spirit, I have sent to be with you
to remind you that I am here, always with you.
Just don't you forget to seek me and my Words.
I love you, don't you feel?
Have faith. Trust me.
I am here, I am real.
(c)Olive Eloisa
10:54 pm
September 09, 2014
*** inspired by one of my favorite Christian song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j37Oz1lmnfU
and Romans 8:37-39:
No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.
I don’t remember happy
It’s been gone awhile
I smile to convince myself
But it’s like lying on cold tiles
I wonder at which point
I lost my giggle and my grin
When did the switch flip
It can’t be gone because of him
I like to pretend
The truth is a wall of armory
But the words are from a book I didn’t read
The story you told must have been a forgery
Familiar is a script on rerun
And your circus is just passing through
Except your tricks are fancy
Got me lost without a clue
How did you get in
My hustle must have stumbled
Soul searching
Chasing after trouble
What happened to my Peter Pan
He wasn’t supposed to leave
Now he’s off hunting
Going back upstream
The treasure that you're after
It’s exactly what it used to be
The map's the same
You think you’ll find something you didn’t see
Hope floats
And wishes wash away
Some gifts just have pretty paper
But mainly they’re a waste
Wrap your expectations up
Stop running to hide
Turn your back and eliminate her
The other is teary-eyed
Now all I have is memories
Alcoholic dreams
Hazy days that rolled away
Summer heat reveries
I watched you sip my secrets
Mix emotions in your drinks
Let me believe empty security
Nothing more than just a glimpse
Children exceed the doves that we were given.
They are graces sent forth from God in heaven.
Despite one's capacity to innovate and teach,
Dawn facts to tutor, given in eloquent speech.
Wisdom gained in life radiates alike the sun.
But recall the spirit of self, literacy, and fun.
Relish the moon calmly; don't let hiccups swoon.
Never let your spirit wane alike a morning moon.
Keeping one's mind and emotions in harmony
We feed you with flame straight from the armory.
Have ethics and treat all with care and fairness.
God's trust will bear you a deeper awareness.
While twirling life, don't ignore fresh food or vitamin.
Adopt care of yourself, and never drive after Heineken.
You should dress how you feel most comfortable.
Don't strain as another; clones are unremarkable.
Study enough for it, but not so much as to panic.
A fresh crew offers hope for the modern Titanic.
Never let others sway you; rather, follow the breeze.
Blend kindness and brawn alike waving flowers of trees.
Such as clay, be calm, and don't let emotion bury you.
Be selfless in the aid of those who follow you through.
We are affluent only when our feelings are healthy.
Be humble in glory, gentle in grief, glad, and stealthy.
Set aside some quiet time to pray every night.
Life will strike you with grief, so tackle it and fight.
Written: February 09, 2023
The 12 Things You'd Teach Your Child Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
If we could breach this gap,
Abolish chains separating us from the right track,
If we could read this untapped map,
Unlock the enigma from butterfly to cocoon sack,
Age would be a meaningless facade,
Along with race it'd have no face,
In this place it'd be an impact-less wad,
Unguarded stars under God amidst space,
Forever changed generation to regeneration,
If we could uncover what was lost,
From the point of influentially susceptible penetration,
Before condensation to storm until frost,
To bring back colorless consideration,
And no concern for money and priceless possessions,
Lace that into daily adulthood preparation,
Then adults could answer children's burning questions,
Grown folks could produce unbiased successors in succession,
Then we could have peace and harmony,
And from their mistakes we'd teach unprejudiced correction,
Far from you and me without the armory,
Full of guns they could settle cultural quarrels,
They'd do that day what we won't tomorrow,
Because they'd have better morals and their laurels,
Free of sorrows and anger to borrow.
Cold dark wind
Upon my face
The weathers
Turning bad
Black blizzard
On the horizon
The devils up
My sleeve
Starched memories
And fish hooks
I turned my back
On society
Bent upon a dream
Frozen bamboo
Across my legs
Toes that hardly
Scream.
Sleeting now
In this boat
Afloat upon a field
Left by O’Toole’s
Machinery and mill
Gobbling up arms
And legs
Baled all nice and neat
It’s so damn cold
I can’t feel my feet
Ankles, knees, and armory
A stinking IED
Crawling back to you
Schoolboy’s stupid schemes
A war that never killed
It just left me maimed
This desert storm
Left me all alone
Drunken and stoned.
Men all seek thing one
Appreciation
To be understood
Albeit with weaknesses ubiquitous
To be called the best
To see the world bowing to them
Pardon is not to be told
To men that mature
Their language to learn
A prerequisite it is
Before they say it you begin
To execute a command
Before they grow temper
You begin to cool them
Soothing always
Art you're my beloved
Suddenly I fall to your service
Caressing intellects you fell giants
Brave and slippery, cunning and provocative
You learn me and you know me
You understand me and my lateness of thought
Waking me up at my sleep you help build a nation
Stirring the hero to ignite the engine
You speak my language, you hear it
Words dense and broken you employ
By an assistant's armory ghosts bleed to hell
Whilst I think of my want
You meander in sprees uneven
To bring home my desire
I never thought love yet you provoked me early
Where finds I gratification you know exactly
And pile stocks of jubilee for your contented master
My love begins and ends with you
And time soon I’ll stop life
That you may live my behalf
To tell them my story, philosophy and theosophy
For trusted are you
And I man will take a nap, nap, nap
And one more
Yet they’ll hear, feel and see
You imparting sagacity this style
On their deafness, blindness and mess
And I’ll take posture and coffee
But they’ll notice me all-where
Squeezing into their spaces and seizing their power
And the conclusion will be like the beginning
I hope my proposal is accepted
You to be mine device for justice
A spike to the short changer
Justice in the middle and compromise without
Poem created on 16/04/2012
We picked up straws one by one,
Were chosen just by chance.
And thirteen men were drawn by lots,
With power to play God.
We marched in ordered single file,
To the armory went,
Each was given a tool of death
To kill with legal writ
Lone post stood in the central yard,
Pocked with pustilent sores,
Yet sturdy for a human weight
Without a bend or break.
We stood in single solemn row
Muttering silent prayers.
The hapless man was brought amain
And stood before the post.
His hands were tied around the mast
Blind-folded was he then,
Yet proud he stood without a fuss,
Moments before his death.
There was ammo in guns out there
Yet some were duds by law.
Oh how I hate the Firing Squad
I hope I draw a blank!
The sergeant in his booming voice
Said aim, we took our aim.
Fire, he said, in firmer tone.
We pressed the trigger then.
Lord, I had prayed with all fervour,
Let me not be the one
Who spills the life blood of this man,
Lord let mine be a blank!
The stutter of the guns were stilled,
Man was ragdoll now.
I sighed and saw my gun was jammed
I'd drawn a blank indeed!
So now I sleep with conscience clear
The Good Lord jammed my gun
And forever spared me the doubt
If I had drawn a blank!
¬ 11 May 2016 ¬
He’s a natural actor of mental shortening,
reasoning is covered in shame when viewing the mirror.
Insanity, his behaviour’s ancestor
with imagination more abhorred to logic.
In his world,
every accurate procedure seems to be an annoying error,
a corridor is placed at the roof top of every building,
film casts are censored in a movie’s end;
Italian made blazers are worn and tightly tucked in
and a nation borrows armory from its own enemy of war.
The posterior side of his thoughts is the anterior side of foolishness,
he may bring amusement,
but his doings are capable of springing up human disasters
Come inside weary nomad
Concede your effects there
Demands that of once greatness
My frail frame shifts in command
Subtly do I settle my tome
Within his allotted collection
Barren mind remains
Erased is all knowledge
Press further to truth
Come inside exhausted warrior
Concede your arms there
Demands that of once innocence
My frail hands move in command
Reluctantly do I discard my weapons
Within his cluttered armory
Empty sheath remains
Removed are all defenses
Press further to truth
Come inside fragile soul
Concede your garments there
Demands that of once love
My vulnerable being shakes in command
Disheartenedly do I delete my outfit
Within his convoluted bed chamber
Bare body remains
Stripped is my life
Press further to truth
Come inside mutilated man
Concede your torment there
Demands that of a unique soul
My heart weeps in command
Completely do I extract my pain
Within her purified passion
Past spirit remains
Revitalized is my mind
Press further to truth
Press further pure love
Come inside weary nomad
Concede your effects there
Demands that of once greatness
My frail frame shifts in command
Subtly do I settle my tome
Within his allotted collection
Barren mind remains
Erased is all knowledge
Press further to truth
Come inside exhausted warrior
Concede your arms there
Demands that of once innocence
My frail hands move in command
Reluctantly do I discard my weapons
Within his cluttered armory
Empty sheath remains
Removed are all defenses
Press further to truth
Come inside fragile soul
Concede your garments there
Demands that of once love
My vulnerable being shakes in command
Disheartenedly do I delete my outfit
Within his convoluted bed chamber
Bare body remains
Stripped is my life
Press further to truth
Come inside mutilated man
Concede your torment there
Demands that of a unique soul
My heart weeps in command
Completely do I extract my pain
Within her purified passion
Past spirit remains
Revitalized is my mind
Press further to truth
Press further pure love