Best Arsenals Poems
With the heavy load you suffer
a substance not needed
yet drags you
cushioning your efforts
and deterring your pace, forgetting that
the Train is already moving
with passengers determined
for this journey.
Why get so distracted
by passers-by focused to catch up?
Why are you tossed side to side,
putting you each time,
a step backwards?
Can't you realize that
the Train is already moving
with passengers determined for this journey?
It seems you are the only one left
and this is solely your doing
with no one to blame
and the rest,
definitely have no added advantage over you.
So stop acting weak
cos the Train
is already moving
with passengers determined for this journey.
Wake up oh Africa!
you get your independence
just to become a volunteer slave.
You live in a Mansion
yet have no place to sleep.
Stop acting like a bucket of Crabs
killing each other
just to get out
and copy the ants
united and networking
for a common cause.
You fight for just a coin
underneath the Table.
When on it is a box
full of this same treasure.
Despite knowing how to reach out
to its top,
you neglect such knowledge
and accept conflicts, violence and wars.
Settling for good enough
is worst than being bad
you blow your trumpet
when you make a step
out of a thousand more.
You show unbelievable contentment
to mediocrity and under-achievements,
but remember this!
Half a giant is no giant at all.
You have the breast plate
of protection
and all the arsenals to battle
yet you dine with the helms of poverty
and embrace the ambassadors
of all kinds of infirmities.
You walk around naked
and seem not to bother
oh Africa!
Do you exist to actualize all these negativity?
An expert of imitation
and a professional in copying
no wonder no matter your trys
you end up as number 2 at best.
Because you've neglected
the sweetness of your originality.
You milk your cattle
to nourish the west
you harvest your crops
to feed foreign stomachs
you stand on abundant humus
yet your leaves are yellow and dry.
Exactly what will happen to the ants
if their Queen puts
their fate on the lizards
is what will befall you
not until you wake up oh Africa!
Categories:
arsenals, africa, dark,
Form:
Epic
A storm is brewing
Everybody is aware
Soup appears silent
Something is gonna take it by a storm
A storm is brewing
The contest is prestigious
Everyone wants to be a winner
All have sharpened the arsenals
The backdoor war has already begun
A storm is brewing
Linda says I am the number one
One knows how to get the job 'Silent'ly done
Broken has strengthened her Wings
Tim says I participate for a win
Andrea ,Casarah are not a step behind
BL says I am God of Gods, Devnath
Everybody says take it easy
But I can see all of them busy
CayCay ,Pandita say our age, experience is advantage
Little Hansteven is bold enough to perform on a bigger stage
Victor has vowed to emerge victorious
T.J. has got his own flavor
All are set to do their best
No one wants to leave any stone unturned
This storm is going to do a world of good
Some are going to noticed as lightening blaze in the dark skies,
Some are going to heard as crashing thunder booms
Some are going give double delight of echoes at quiet night
This storm is gonna leave it's marks
It is gonna connect lot many hearts
The storm is gonna give people sleepless nights
Good part is after the storm there won't be any fights
Wish this storm to hit soup frequently
It will challenge people's abilities
Now that it's official ,A storm is brewing
I can't stop my self , I am also participating
A storm is brewing
A storm is brewing
Categories:
arsenals, adventure, natural disasters, nature,
Form:
Free verse
AMERICA, OH AMERICA
America, oh America, the mother of Exiles,
Mighty woman with a torch,
Towers high as a top notch
Whose flame is the imprisoned fire
With conquering limbs empire,
Astrife from kingdom to kingdom
Aiming to regulate the world's freedom
Fooled the world, psychopathic savagery
Comes a nightmare nation's can't win. Sadly
Inciting the world's pain
Just for a self-centered gain.
Why enforce anti-coronavirus vaccine
To reduce the world strain
And population via an epidemic never seen
Earth quacking, nation's unconscious
Micro chip initiative, a sociopathic barbarism,
5th Generation arising but the world is suspicious
Now terrorism unites the Christians and every Muslim
Illuminati illuminating ill-boding injuries
With unimaginable wealth and affluence,
Obsession for power and control influence
Implementing the Luciferean agenda,
On a mission of no retreat no surrender,
Initiating a Bill through the Gates,
Deaths baits? Well, we will willingly wait.
Bill's Billions breeding bioactive vaccines,
Satan launching his arsenals and machineries,
Forby mendacities leading to deadly advancement,
Deceitfully enforcing a One World Government
Suggestively and opinionatedly by Pope Francis
Preparing the ground for the Antichrist menace.
"In God We Trust" means God's own country
Now oridinary a slogan to all and sundry,
Deviated from the Godly path of ancestors & esteemed,
No more the dream the dreaming dreamers dreamed.
America, oh America!
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 8th April, 2020.
Categories:
arsenals, 1st grade, america, poetry,
Form:
Narrative
It was first all, beautiful
And the plain blue sky spanned on either sides
With snow-white flakes drifting religiously
Over light-green steeples into a land
Beyond what my bulgy brown eyes can see
And God sat; watching
It soon turned pitiful
And beholding as in a trance a swam of famished
locust
As they swopped upon all that was green
And the orphaned cub watched it's mother's skin
sold for a farthing
While the hunters bragged, brawled and laid upon
empty bottles
And God still sat; watching
Then it became sorrowful
With the tsunami as its hits the glass towers of
China, and the famine in the dark soils of Somalia
The nuclear arsenals in the far east
Which could annihilate all that creeps
And the blood of the sackless on the tub of the elite
Apocalyptic sermons on all corners;
Yet evil, even on holy ground nests gallantly.
And God still sits .........
Categories:
arsenals, africa,
Form:
Elegy
Arsenals of axes brought by the crate
Pedals increasing experimental
Trashy dissections of raw cityscapes
NYC rockers gone transcendental
Static blasts shredding the off-key high pings
Maracas hit toms to keep structured pace
Drum sticks wedged under alternate tunings
Meted by contrasting booms of the bass
Dissonance anteed raises the ceiling
Shaping sound by analog disruption
Searching/defining an urban feeling
Stark layers of beautiful corruption
Sweet ballads sung without being pretty
Growls and screams about something gritty
Categories:
arsenals, guitar, integrity, music, sound,
Form:
Sonnet
S€CRET $OCIETIES
There it was on the internet for the world to see
“the secrets of the masons and secret societies.”
There were names and there were dates and details by the score
till the secret of their secrets weren’t secret anymore.
With exposés and videos getting multimillion hits
it was a tell-all, underground, middle finger pointing blitz.
It was Rothschild in the cross hairs, with that cover blown,
stripped of all the subterfuge in a youtube fire zone.
It was fortress Rockefeller, in a state of compromise
from an info-insurrection, revolution on the rise!
We know it’s the illuminate, Bilderburgers and all those
who run the worlds economies causing all the woes.
You control the central banks and the flow of fiat cash,
creating all the global debt and every economic crash.
It’s you who finance all the wars, and fund the leaders who
would enslave their populations for a buck or two.
It’s your endless stream of front men exploding in the news
while you lurk behind the scenes igniting every fuse.
And with your greedy fingers in everybody’s pies,
you drive the world to poverty and create a global sty.
It’s known your claim is that you are kings of ancient royal birth
and somehow that entitles you, to dominion over earth.
Though you have the power, with hidden technology,
to remedy all the ills of the worlds ecology,
you choose to keep it buried, without the least remorse,
and leave the earth to fester in the wake of your course.
You could make this world an Eden, so pure and so clean,
but like the thoughts within their mind, you make it a latrine.
it’s time to end your bloodlines, it’s time to break the chain,
it’s time to free this dying world from your terror reign.
And though you have vast arsenals, spies and sordid plots
the truth is much more powerful than anything you’ve got.
And it is just a little mouse, an arrow and screen
that will put an end to you and all of your regime.
Categories:
arsenals, homework, political,
Form:
Couplet
Seventeen minutes to midnight - the world enters a new era,
nuclear arsenals reduce as peace creeps ever nearer.
Fourteen minutes to midnight - our hopes begin to fade,
as we discover no new world order, just the powder keg we've made.
Twelve minutes to midnight - there's tests on bombs non stop,
we need to sign a peace treaty to end this agitprop.
Ten minutes to midnight - Eastern Europe leaves the block,
shattering communism, the world stares back in shock.
Nine minutes to midnight - nuclear armament gathers pace,
nation challenging nation to win the world arms race.
Seven minutes to midnight - we're officially nucleoholic,
each missile's the last one, each threat of peace symbolic.
Five minutes to midnight - global warming walks on stage,
ironically nuclear power will usher in the world's new age.
Three minutes to midnight - world tensions are renewed,
disarmament grinds to a halt as superpowers obtrude.
Two and a half minutes to midnight - fake news is on the rise,
with fabricated statements, politically calculated lies.
Only two minutes to midnight - the whole world's breath is bated,
the doomsayer counting down, a holocaust long awaited.
In those two cold minutes to midnight - doomsday's knell is ringing,
announcing Armageddon, not the end but its beginning.
19th Feb 2018
Categories:
arsenals, holocaust, political, war,
Form:
Couplet
World domination is a fickle thing.
Arsenals must be compiled,
and friends beguiled,
to see successes bright sheen;
At first armies are riled,
building from the broke and poor,
can save you your store,
a trick from The Hailed;
Citizens must have rights, to ignore.
Omnipotent secret police,
the raids must not cease,
cultural ideals, smudged by gore;
And no food, or space to lease.
Those city smucks must work long hours to produce.
And high taxes for the farming recluse.
No matter how much given, demand a bigger piece;
Contact territorial others, tell them of truce.
White flags hide true power,
your revelation, their final hour,
enjoy your brothers, necks snapping in a noose;
Dropped bombs birthing magnificent dour,
beautiful suns of the night,
killing sons of the fight,
mushrooms are the freshest flower;
But, indulge in those you smite,
take advantage of their blight,
for soon, you will fall from your height.
As the angels take holy flight,
evil is slayed by his purging light.
For you, Hells fire burns bright;
Universal balance makes all wrongs right.
Categories:
arsenals, inspirational, philosophy, war,
Form:
Rhyme
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 46
Will COP leaders be around in five years nine
Their great careers made Their statues unveiled
To what future Super Men our backs supine
Apparatchiks clubby diplomatic kind
Allegiance to rival parties well-coiled
Will COP leaders be around in five years nine
Spying on one another to undermine
Using public forces to keep peoples embroiled
To what future Super Men our backs supine
Stock-piling nuclear arsenals to churn brine
While oceans lash out the people will be boiled
Will COP leaders be around in five years nine
Mighty men who pat each other to outshine
One another in local Catch-rings all coiled
To what future Super Men our backs supine
To what then duped masses owe their fated grind
If not to nymphomaniac egos well-guiled
Will COP leaders be around in five years nine
To what future Super Men our backs supine
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Categories:
arsenals, environment, leadership, political, pollution,
Form:
Villanelle
Pancholi Nandlal Kanjibhai's Home Feedback & Suggestions
Poems By Pancholi Nandlal Kanjibhai
Category Date
Imagination 14-01-07
Email
ayurcure@yahoo.com
Chromosomes of creeds having been replete with
Seeds of retardation in turn breed more and
More mongoloids of ethnic obsessions, hence
Engineers of genetics may ponder over removal
Of pathogenic germs and the defective sperms
From the colloid of contemporaneity.
And after that an era of equanimity would dawn
Where science would have been made to dominate
Politics, eugenics meant to succeed restricted
Homogeneous breed, color hatred and racial
Discrimination dismissed as obsolete relics of
Primitive past, polygamy officially replacing
Monogamy, world government superseding
Neurotic nation states and the whole world
Becoming a family in this would be world
Nuclear arsenals will become irrelevant
Categories:
arsenals, imagination, inspirational, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
The battle rages on between the
Titans of technicalities backed by the Grammar Nazis and the
free thinking artist of Middle English teamed with the Imps of invention.
Five seven five, stings like a hive. Artists express because they’re alive.
Haikus can’t rhyme? They do for me all the time.
Explosive new ideas cause fear and so Grammar Nazis jeer.
Arsenals of critiques on both sides mount, as we war over the very count.
The boring masses blindly follow. Dictated rules, they suck up and swallow.
As the battle for middle English rages on I cuddle up in my cell awaiting my forced insertion
in the army of the boring masses.
By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX
Categories:
arsenals, on writing and words
Form:
Verse
Pumping and pushing with bloated gusto
In different styles and shapes they have come, as before
Each emerging through unresolved processes as planned
Piled up arsenals deployed like there is no tomorrow
All chanting in deafening croak to distract the people
Brandishing ill wealth, in brave impunity
Even State funds must serve personal ego now
Crushing the same masses whose votes count
One day, that must come, even in Naija
An irony, never imagined from a people so very blessed
Luring us the people with spoils from war against the same us
Our rights serve as gifts for the high and mighty
Alas we the masses will match to vote as ever
Hoping for once that our voices be heard
Yet the counts seem concluded, in endless night meetings
Times conducive for an arbiter to meet a contender
The umpire could already be in bed with a candidate
They have promised on their mothers’ graves which they defy daily
They have pretended to supplicate in unsolicited acts of humility
On us confusion rests, while the press and churches launder the vampires
On us the fangs will be unleashed when the power rests
Who will bid the highest for Awka Government House?
The time is almost up and all that can be bought have been bought
Those without a price are left confused, waiting for Godot
Categories:
arsenals, political, power,
Form:
Free verse
When this time, foul up and dull, passes away.
When all contrivances light untangle.
When the grave-digger is himself entombed.
Where’ll your hiding place be?
Stock your arsenals,
Store your bullion,
Mere matters they’ll become.
When the earth’s table turns,
When its element is burnt,
When its clock strikes its last,
I will quietly lie
And stir no more.
Perhaps, we’ll wake
into a new day.
Categories:
arsenals, life,
Form:
Didactic
Age's bloodiest showdown looms,
Or such it seems by its lurid form;
Spirit's sharpest arrows must fly
Swifter than is their agile-witted norm.
Now Armageddon's most savage sword
Cruelest aim of softest landings takes,
Though target's dexterous fightback
Its most foolproof arsenals stakes.
Thus unfolds time's deadliest flare
Under high heaven's beneficences;
Watching on with an eye dimly fair,
Umpiring blows with arcane mien.
And though its yet baffling to tell
What dismal odds in virtue's favor stand,
Eons of war-waging jurisprudence repel
Smiling wins for Gaol's tempestuous fates.
Categories:
arsenals, adventure, age, anxiety, birth,
Form:
Bio
Where is the president?
Have you seen the president?
He ran away from the country
When he heard the boom sound of
The terrorist guns down the north west.
He said he can't control the raging terrorists
Because their arsenals were more advance than his.
He escaped their bullets and headed down the south.
He is not fit to rule this country i believed.
I saw him covered his face, wore his political shoes
And removed his political cloths.
His body was painted black as the black pot.
He is a chameleon, he changed to black when he saw
The elephant of the forest, fully loaded lads.
Have you seen him return to the country?
Have you heard anything of him?
Can the legs walk if the head is cut off?
Doom is ours if we see not the president.
Call on the children and bring down the gong let us sound it
Far and near Ka Uwa nu ya.
The town crier would be of help to us.
Let him tell the masses that he went for medical
Treatment and not that he ran away from the demons.
The president must be found whether night or day,
How ever, it is better we look for a black goat in the day
Before it is night when we see it no more.
Never allow the terrorist to enter the power house.
Call on thousand soldiers to keep virgin over the gate.
And also cover the black liquid , the pipe must be properly shut
It is the president's right hand.
Go into the street, ask every fools in there if they have
seen the president he dressed like a mad man.
He might be among the street beggars or the mad men in the street.
the president cowardice must not be disclose to anyone
His cabinets went with him you must tell the raging masses.
Go tell them, give them the false rumour
What you tell them they believe.
So go tell them that the president had gone to London for medical check up.
For get about the law of karma, it won't backfire on you.
He had ran away because of laziness, mismanagement and accusations by the masses.
He must not face the music of his actions
He must not face the angry hyenas.
He must be protected and teach the act of government.
Woe to us if we see not the president ,
So i urge to go now!!1
Categories:
arsenals, anger,
Form:
Narrative