Best Assailant Poems
scraping by
picking my youth
out from under my nails
the trace remains
of an assailant or two
on the page
make sense of symmetry
when arranged
just so
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Categories:
assailant, me, poetry, writing,
Form:
Free verse
The soul is but a vast ocean of vigilance
Streaming with incresent colours towards life
Infinite within its parhelion possibilities
Relentlessly searching, betwixt the everflowing tides
Whereupon all things approach these providential probabilities
Of endlessly prolific visions thus beheld
Within the grasp of pristine pictures brushed and painted
Afore the overtures tubular bells; now sounding
Strewn, beneath the curatives silverish moon
Sirventes tunes, born, within fascinations bloom
These meant to be rhymes, amid Dorothy Gales times
Over somewheres prized amphoric rainbow
Arched imaginations, of fantasias floriferous creations
Breathing their pollinating light, within every breath that they breathe
Escaping the carcinogen caverns through torchbeared passages
Beyond the flesh rent falls and encumbering shawls
Carved crude, these animus meshed jackets
Encased within the chamber once laced
Unto broken bricks of concretes chained
Like Percivals plight....
Unmentioned between the lores, this wondering upon metaphoric shores
While barricaded by the calibrated stone engraved
Until antinomy could devise no more; yet
"If all we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream?"
Scream, and shatter these williwaws window panes
Awakening, beyond their oblique orbs of obscurities, void
To find 'The Holy Grail,' amid incarnadines blinding night
This veil removed, as clarity becomes now focused
Stepping from the shadows of the corners once webbed
Crossing, these sunsoaked sands of sunrises preached
With reaching hands, to touch the braille upon windings trails
Which only led back to the same gruesome pangs
Of a souls once upon a times, bound in maimed
Reading the writings on the wall, as cascading waters broke
The pinnacle of lost, tumbling and crashing to the reef
Belief, of a life breaking free from the dampened day
When faith became submerged beneath the assailant currents of
Hopes castaway possibilities....
Branded into their eyes, by the father of disguise
But no more as the clock struck three, and inversion, began to flee
Awakening from a dream, where nothing, was what it seemed
Dorothy Gales amphoric rainbow, draped upon a cross ~
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Percivals Promise!?
Categories:
assailant, faith, life, love, time,
Form:
At a poker table in a Deadwood saloon,
Wild Bill Hickok popped his last balloon.
He suffered the most ignominious of fates
while holding black pairs of aces and eights.
Bill was unexpectedly shot in the back of the head.
“Crooked Nose Jack” McCall rendered Hickok dead.
Wild Bill was playing a game of five card draw.
His assailant was someone he never saw.
Since the Dakotas were in Indian country,
McCall could not be protected from double jeopardy.
A second trial convicted Jack McCall.
He was left hanging by his neck, and that was all.
This was one of the legendary tales of the West.
Wild Bill Hickok was more popular than most of the rest.
I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for information I obtained to write this poem.
Categories:
assailant, history,
Form:
Rhyme
Violence in the political party
A pebble thrown to defend oneself from a barrage of 100- stones
The bully then complains of abuse—might never makes right
will we unite?—I Am Anaya “All for one and one for all”
Bullied everyday was he, his peer would tell the news agent
He was different, a loner, weird, wore camouflage
And so, we tormented him
A lunch bench, a boy sequestered was “bullied every day”
Silent, defeated, sunken, he rarely spoke a word
Clean slate, passes a routine background check
A dietary aid prepping food in a nursing home
Nothing unusual nothing remarkable
Republican at heart for God knows what gave way, donates
to the loyal opposition a progressive bent
A bit addled and mixed up, can we see?
Unleashing his wrath a man filled with hurt with hate
In his own backyard, the tormented dons the guise of the tormentor
The assailed becomes the assailant
The unthinkable is done, perched upon a roof
four-hundred feet away just minutes into the oration
he aims then pulls the trigger
obscure and distressed Crooks alters history’s course
with a firearm at the ready as a duty and right
Father Crooks kept many, in a very pro-gun town
At the hands of a 20-year-old man who was
bullied by their own sons and daughters
Counselors, both father and mother
trained to help troubled minds, how ironic
Where were they as their son’s inner storm brewed?
A blind eye turned away what shame, what horror
Yet the world’s most salient story
Categories:
assailant, abuse, anti bullying, character,
Form:
Political Verse
Often, I fall to the ground in anguish and burst into tears,
not for lack of strength, but to ask for forgiveness;
seldom, I venture down a narrow and unlit road,
fearing the assailant is waiting for my innocent blood!
I call upon the Lord of infinite kindness and mercy
to keep those bad-willed men off my treacherous trail;
how I want to scrutinize the awesome universe
and name a few planets with careful observance!
And although I am unable to spot and discovered any,
with the naked eye: I seek them more than the Holy Grail!
Often, I question with disbelief how fate makes me broach,
affecting my emotions and destabilizing them to incur
dread when the heavy tread of footsteps approach;
are they those of a ghost or is someone at the door?
Not all men are evil and can boast of a massive wealth,
being rich is the privilege of the few, others only dream of it;
I've been assigned a formidable task which requires no stealth:
to make most of this existence, not indulging in excessive guilt!
Categories:
assailant, beauty, creation, emotions, endurance,
Form:
Rhyme
Words,
a mouthful of sonic projectiles,
little payloads of hurt,
rage-tipped,
enough pain
to stop any assailant,
ready to explode into the
few feet of air between
you and the target,
punch through,
expand.
No entry wound,
no exit wound,
all internal trauma,
capping verbal crossfire
in a little
domestic drama.
Split-second decision.
Do you pull the trigger,
claim victory,
and concede a kind of defeat?
Or do you uncock the hammer,
knowing there'll be
casualties,
one at
each
end?
Categories:
assailant, abuse, anger, feelings, hurt,
Form:
Free verse
I read about a person
Who, within a city park,
Attacked a woman and her dog
At 6 a.m. (still dark).
He was rooting through the garbage,
Yelling crazily, before
Tossing urine in a bottle,
Then proceeded to do more…
With a stick he hit the woman,
Next her dog across the snout,
Which a witness heard and ran to see
What it was all about.
When the police came, the attacker
Had already up and fled
But the injuries the dog sustained
Caused him to wind up dead.
The assailant was familiar –
He was known and clearly ill,
Yet community reaction
Is divided, voices shrill.
Some say find him and arrest him!
He’s a danger – he needs jail!
Others think he won’t get help
With the police hot on his trail.
Though it’s sad when mental illness
Can’t keep violence at bay,
This man’s demons should require
He gets treatment – far away!
Categories:
assailant, conflict,
Form:
Rhyme
Born a lover, man of valor and strength
Admiration of women, eyes in length
Head of the valiant
Power acquired from assailant
Might relinquished at hand
Born to conquer by hand
From the sword lives the strong
Bold and louder than a gong
Name etched on stones to lead
Fame carved on skins to bleed
Highlander is the warrior
Half-man and half-sorcerer
Skilled to live and conquer
Fated to last like a meteor
Hundreds of years he has lived
Real or myth, not short-lived
To kill is to survive with dolor
To die is to live with honor
Villains of various characters
Attempted to deceive as praters
Enemies wearing tatters
Bearing signs and symbols of partners
Charlatans in images of beasts
Or allies of antagonist that feasts
No one has yet silenced
Voice of protagonist in valence
The name remains the same
Under a curse he lived without shame
Redemption for every kill on his list
Contrition and pains in his whist
Gorged with uncontrollable dreams
Scourge of endless reams
Hands of stone that's blown
Heart of own that groan
Immortality is the prize of existence
Mortality as the wager of penitence
Sword is a sign of the Cross
A token of torments embossed
Balance of justice he lived for
Weights of toils he'll die for
Hero or heel, he asked
Brewed or screwed, he basked
A King in his right to live
A slave in his sight to give
Blood in his own vein that whines
Soul in a body that grinds
Highlander is the title coined
Man of justice in his cry conjoined
Love in his heart will stand tall
Over heroism or barbarism of the fall
Love will prevail in the heart of the Highlander
Destined to outlast, not falter
There can only be one...
Categories:
assailant, character, hero, identity, mystery,
Form:
Narrative
*** Black Snow Storm ***
I’m blacker and madder and more than Hell I be bringin’ ya,
I’m a ****ed up assailant,
Mental-case mercenary hell bent,
Simultaneous and concurrent, I’m yo danger and yo savior.
But I’m real, and tangible, and do things unimaginable.
On the inside and ominous, searing truth burns my existence,
In the cold empty blanks of loathing inspired shadows,
Darkness manifests completely, as only I the one who knows.
Buried in denial, a Black Snow Storm of persistence.
Mad viral runaway,
Reaper-tagged, body bagged,
Peacefully performed, daily is as dooms a day.
Sicker than a mange’d up, street livin’ dog,
Fraudulent, Arrogant, Intelligent, and robbed.
Hustled by humanity, dignity straight-up jacked,
It’s parted-out and shipped out and neva comin’ back.
Crazy muthu****in razor bladed Snowflake,
Cold steeled touched be tight, and straighter-edged unique.
I’m in yo face, and in yo space,
An breathing stank leathelality,
Cuz crazy is as crazy does and I’m yo new reality.
I’m blacker than a ninja,
Trackin’ like a laza,
Murder-edged, star throwin’,
Life takin’ playa.
Fueled by the mental,
Conflicted, festering failure,
The whip-saw cracked, manic sized, consequential behavior,
The ease of mind is nowhere found, the truth be nothin’ gentle.
Snowflake driven, horrifying maelstrom,
Anarchist, Nihilist, devastating and then some.
Black Snowstorm blinded ya, and buried everything you know,
Snowflaka’ made it happen,
An unrelenting blizzard, of Black as coal Snow.
*** By djDiZZasteRR (AKA Brian Bauer) ***
Categories:
assailant, rap,
Form:
Lyric
Finally retiring down to sunny Tampa,
and moving into an old house,
noticed there was a bad termite problem
which I had to trouble shoot somehow,
my neighbor being into exotic pets,
suggested one that would help me the best,
paying him the exorbitant amount,
I took home my new exotic pet,
letting her wander around her new dwelling,
she quickly started sucking up the little pests,
and just like a vacuum cleaner,
even got all the pesky ants,
I thought this was a great investment,
not having to inhale any poisonous fumes,
as my new exotic pet,
followed me from room to room,
I decided to call her Annie,
because I'd become so fond of her,
she was just like an exterminator,
just a more furry one,
the only negative thing about her,
was her long Freddy Krueger like claws,
which I had to trim every other day,
because they'd start to curl,
and speaking of that,
she wasn't just a practical vacuum
with her long tubular snout,
when I'd take her for walks around the park,
she'd even defend me from an assailant,
beyond a shadow of a doubt.
Categories:
assailant, humor, pets,
Form:
Light Verse
World, beware of the turmoil to come, don't be caught in your hiding
succumbing to erratic fear, oppress all shivers and face the vile assailant
with a defying glance, then bite him...be that hornet with a venomous sting
to end his brutality: he came to destabilize your land to achieve conquest!
Never comply, disregard a concept that spreads chaos and ignores justice,
come forward warriors and defeat with valor the blood-thirsty and the mad;
your fight is for an honorable cause: you're the hornets that are eager to bite,
and poison the enemy with your venom that's very painful when injected!
Don't wait until the threat becomes real, use your instincts and do prevail,
these godless and lawless men ferociously attack whoever despises them;
when we stir up their anger, they can be more vicious than hungry lions that maul:
they come forward and speak evil, their intent is to spread global mayhem!
I rather make peace than fight, revel in my freedom and shake hands with others:
If I must fight to preserve my liberties, I will indeed: I'll be a hornet fearless of bees!
Categories:
assailant, courage, freedom, friendship, future,
Form:
Sonnet
The Battle
Spiritual Warfare- Light vs. darkness. A dramatic collision.
Don't be ignorant of the assailant schemes, venom and cleverness. Cling close to the Lord. Escape detection. Playing churchy is not good enough.
Painful surgery only answers deep needs. Potent truths. Conquering dingy, gloomy deceit. Hurled into the sunless pit. For the victory, glory and honor belong to the Lord for ever and ever! Shhhhhh.....Be confident and know. Rest in God's sovereignty. Absorb the Orphic realms of the spirit. Holistic wisdom breathes righteous character. Root awakening. Don't waste your pain. Envy and strive are worthless. Maturity comes with a price! So be of good cheer. The world has already been conquered. The mustard seed does it's job. JUST BELIEVE!
Categories:
assailant, bible,
Form:
Free verse
What am I to do when you are gone?
Twenty years together, a lifetime,
yet, not so long at all
...We've fought our many battles
and didn't win them all
but still we stand together
if somewhat weary, proud and tall
Yet now, an unseen assailant
threatens all we've built,
to take you away
with words like "progressive" and "incurable"
how dare they?
How Dare THEY??!
Till death us do part, was supposed to
happen till we were old and gray!
What am I to do without you?
You are a part of me...
How can I live when you are gone...
with only half of me?
How can I?
How can I be me?
.... without you?
Categories:
assailant, loss
Form:
Free verse
CUT THROAT
A DAY LIKE ANY OTHER--AT HOME WITH MY BABY GIRL AND HER THREE YEAR OLD BROTHER
My son attended play-school three mornings a week
his sister still at home had just turned one
she loved her big brother—her hero and friend
strapped in her car seat-- a restriction she hated
we did the short trip to fetch him from ‘school’
The 5 minute drive home –full of his morning news
pictures created and people he had played with
pulled into our drive- way in no time at all
lunch time preparation as they watched cartoons on TV
Placing my purse in the room on my bed
I turned and was grabbed around the neck
sharp knife he held the steel tip close--cut throat
threatening to kill me if I struggled or shouted
Locking the bedroom door he commanded I hand over
anything valuable—demanding to know—where I kept a gun?
he pulled off my wedding band and helped himself liberally
still holding the knife at my throat – precious sentimental things he stole
Comprehending the fact I was no longer in sight
my baby’s stood at the door-- banged and cried
pleading with my assailant to do them no harm
he tied me up, cut the phone cord-- just laughed
Allowing my children into the room
locking us up from the outside within
my daughter was screaming, my son acting brave
trying to cut my constraints with a nail file
With no phone connection trapped in my room
he boldly climbed out the window taking action
three blocks down the road— only three years old
running to my sister’s home—screaming ‘call the police’
The trauma ended as we were finally set free
continued relentless, far beyond that day— constantly
this man who attacked causing extensive terror-- fear
was never located, escaping his crime-- forever free
A DAY LIKE ANY OTHER—AT HOME WITH MY BABY GIRL AND HER THREE YEAR OLD BROTHER
This happened to us in July 1991—since then crime has escalated out of control in South Africa… many not fortunate enough to tell the tale
Categories:
assailant, corruption, courage, my children,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
As peepholes windows rattled on over pot holes,
In the inner sanctum, dim-light show darkly,
As prolific pickpockets glimpsed full fat purses;
With stealthy filty paws to fiddle and fondle inside hot
pies
Where hustling market's women chests underwear pouches,
Raucous kerfuffle flew after razor slashed deep pockets;
Like the flight of Flamengos
Dropping on motion, the golden stolen wallet assailant
vamoose;
And here, disgraceful disguise faces of nourished notorious
beggars,
Glib salesman eulogize marble chalk tablets and
turpentine,
To singe one thousand and one sickness,
And lifeless crowd spilled and shrouded lapsed on the parts
of poison ivy;
Thrust-thronged, defacing the emerging showcase of faceless
skyscrappers,
Better forgot in the museum of pyramid antiquity,
And rot on the garbage of yawning-gap memory,
Dark films smoke caked on drooping ill-faded fountain
Hibiscus,
Tree-lined traveling barb-wire amid
Toxic sludge plaster grass on muddy carpeted borderline,
The prowling beast trailing, triggering machine-gun
shrapnels and blasts;
Screaming smoking tires scattered shimmering lights on wet
avenue,
Turning bank of orchard blooming in red pomegranate into
cemetery bay.
Categories:
assailant, urban
Form:
Free verse