Best Attack(A) Poems
The fish needs the anemone; the anemone, the fish
The pollen needs to be the bumble bee’s most precious wish
There’s fishes that frequent the mouths of huge man eating sharks
There’s places where I walk my dog, where he, at nothing, barks
The dragonfly leaps into flight, how does he know he can
A dolphin will attack a shark… to save his fellow man????
A chick will clamber from an egg and when he’s fully grown
He’ll fly five thousand miles to find a land he’s never known
All of this is cool and yet defies all explanation
So what on Earth created everything in every nation
Coincidence or accident, the odds just made it so
When mother nature’s dice were bad, she took another throw
Do I marvel at the splendour of the stars or moonlit nights
Do I smile when on a lavender a butterfly alights
It’s truly hard to comprehend; to find a rationale
For each astounding thing in this whole world - or this locale
Some say it’s evolution and the rest say we should pray
As though it’s Mother Nature or a god made things this way
But nature plays a game of chance; things work or don’t last long
I wonder at the notion that a god might get things wrong
There’s negatives… volcanoes, earthquakes, famines and tornadoes
I’d like to think a watchful god would save us all from those
I know not who or what made planet blue ’pon which we live
But when I see the truth my full allegiance I shall give
For all the birds and all the bees and all the plants and all the trees
Shall fill my heart with joy but shall not bring me to my knees
And yet our science tells us that it started with a bang
Which, some say, is as likely as, “Then all the angels sang.”
But all of us - you, them and I - are mortal as that butterfly
Will answers come the day we die, or will our souls lay down and cry
Will we float into the light with no fears, needs nor appetites
Or will we simply cease to be, with no more days and no more nights
I gaze at all the wonders that form part of all that is
And I don’t know if they are nature’s work or they are ‘his’
I envy those who have the faith; for me, I make this call
How lucky have I been to witness all of this at all?
How lovely to spend time
On a hillock overlooking the bay!
The ruddy sun just warms enough,
So I’ll enjoy my perfect day.
The sea is not perfectly calm.
Waves roll towards the beach,
What are they whispering to the sand?
What thoughts I wish I could reach?
There on the other side of the lake shore,
I spy a fascinating pristine vale
White beeches cover most of the land,
Except for a cottage that stands in the dale.
It is the place I want to go
So I take a leisurely walk
Ignoring the restless harbour bars
Avoiding friends who would want to talk.
The air is fresh in the awesome vale,
I watch a hawk attack a sparrow,
But my mind is on the cottage,
As I wend my way though it is narrow.
She must have sensed I was so near,
As she comes out and there we kiss.
I hear the dulcet sounds of mellow tunes
Euphoria reaches its peak, my mind in a mist.
Inside the cottage lavender perfumed,
She brings me the delicacy of an ambrosial repast.
Satiated we rest on a soft sofa
My dearest love reaches its peak at last.
It was nineteen ninety nine
a battle was about to begin
between the Indian Army
with the soldiers from Pakistan
My name is Yogendra Singh Yadav
a grenadier awarded the Param Vr Chakra
the highest honour for gallantry
this is how the fight begun
A stone loosened and fell as we climbed that hill
after three nights of carefully silently climbing
the Pakistan soldiers opened fire
from bunkers metres above us not a good thing
Neither up or down we could go
heavy firing caused eighteen officers and men
to retreat leaving just seven jawans
with one hundred and thirty five men above us then
We fired at the nearest bunker killing the men
the Pakistani army came to assess our strength with ten men
managed to kill eight but two of them escaped able
to report back now we were in a predicament
I carried twenty five kilo of ammunitions
the battle was fierce, we killed thirty five of them,
my six soldiers were killed also,
I was alone, lying amongst the corpses
They shot at the corpses making sure all were dead
I received fifteen gunshot injuries and my gun was taken
had grenade in my pocket, i pulled the ring and threw
landed in cap of one of the soldiers, exploded,he was on his way to heaven
They thought the indian army had returned
I picked up a Peeka rifle off one of the Pakistani soldiers
killing five soldiers, heard the voice saying retreat
to attack a MMG base further down the hill
I dumped myself in a drain, in no time was at base
saw the officer Lt.Balwan advised Pakistan army was on its way
Charlie and Delta was deployed to help Bravo Company
This resulted in the hill being taken by the Indian Army
This war took seven hours, and Tiger Hill was safe
I have been given a plot of land by the Utah Pradesh Government for my part in the battle.
Reference I used
Targil Battle - Tiger Hill (I put that name into search engine). Seven hour battle that won Tiger Hill.
Penned 4 April 2015
I love this planet
The environment I hold dear
I say no to Oil
I say no to Plastic
I say no to Garbage
I say NO NO NO to carbon
Oh the trees breathe carbon?
I will have to look into that Ted!
I say no to meat
Those animals are carbon monsters
We all should hug this planet
Preserve this global biosphere for our children dear
You all must cut back
All of you
You may not pick and chose
What fits your fancy
No more vacations away for you
No more cars
No more planes
No more Computers or high speed trains
No more deodorant
It’s all passe
Clean air is my right, so all of you stop
I shall preach to you this, day in and out
I shall scold you for polluting about
I shall travel the globe, by air you see
To warn you all of the carbon to be
I need to fly, my time is important
My family comes first, but that’s only me
You must make sacrifice
All of you there
I spend your Carbon credits
Flying in the air!!!
Yours truly
Pascal Husting
Green Peace
One of Greenpeace’s most senior executives, Pascal Hunting commutes 400 kilometers each way to work by plane, the environmental group has admitted. The flights, costing about $365 return, are paid by Greenpeace, even though it campaigns to cut air travel, arguing that the growth in flying “is ruining our chances of stopping dangerous climate change.”
Notes: Of course I am for the environment, who isn’t? Time to stop blaming big corporations and even governments, even though they should do more, here’s a novel idea, if you don’t use it, they will go bankrupt trying to sell it! As for Pollution, if you are having a heart attack, a bandage on your thumb doesn’t do a bit of good. Solutions are complex and not as black and white as some make you to believe.
Unlike Martin Luther King Junior
I am not a black man
but I also have a dream
I also dream about equality
the love of a world
that care's, for all of it's people
I also am a Christian in a world
that needs to find love
All men should stand up
to speak against inequality
to speak against injustice
to pass the hand of friendship
poverty holds suffering
and transgression in it's arms
driving the world into anger
and pain, our children onto drugs
Stand tall and become a man
refuse to waste your lives with guns
refuse to waste your lives on violence
education holds the path to success
A friend of mine that is dark skinned
said all of her friends want the office jobs
yet wealth and success
come on the back bone of hard work
If a man takes a job as a cleaner
the wage still provides the money
to improve your education
knowledge is power the road to success
The colour of your skin does not stop you
Eddy Murphy, Oprah Winfrey, Obama
and thousands more have found success
doctors nurses business men
Poverty has your children
turning to drugs
anger has them turning to violence
violence has them going to prison
I meet a man at the train station
who said I hate the blacks
I asked him why and he said
six of them held a knife to me
and demanded money
When you pick up a gun
or attack a man with a knife
you encourage discrimination
when you respect people
and earn a career
you encourage the world
to have respect for you
On Attack: A Rainbow Six Siege Poem
By: Jacob Wallihan
Time to prepare
The drones are on the field
Rolling right towards
The building called “Coastline”
Callouts for the position of the bomb
Not Kitchen
Not Bar
Not Billiards
It’s Penthouse
Spotted the enemies
2 Roamers
Caveira and Ela
3 Anchors
Pulse, Mira, Rook
All spotted picking up
Rook’s Armour
Drone’s all shot
Pick the spawns
Pool is mine
Let’s Go
Spawn in
3 minutes on the clock
A 5 man squad
Montagne with Blackbeard
The hard breachers;
Hibana
Thermite
For Intel: Lion
Enter the building Hibana
Through VIP window
Frag the Ela
5 v 4
Montagne
With defuser
Walks into Guitar
In doorway to Penthouse
Blackbeard watching Monty
Sees the Rook
Reacts late
4v4
Hibana places a claymore
VIP hallway
Runs back to window and vaults
Lion activated “Big Brother”
Hibana rushes past Monty
Lion
With grace
Bounds through bathroom hatch
With Hibana
Picks off Rook and Mira
4v2
Monty smokes
Goes for the plant
C4 below
Sends Monty out the window
3v2
Defuser down
Thanks to Lion
Pulse
Activating the claymore
Flies into the courtyard
3v1
Caviera
Running quietly into theatre
Downs Lion and Hibana
Throws a hail mary
Monty doesn’t react in time
Cav gets the defuser
Over the coms
“OPFOR disabled our defuser”
“Mission a failure”
I and the Other
Sadly since the dawn of humans there has been the I and the Other.
Indifference at best and hatred at worst, times primitive or advanced,
Dragging a child of another tribe away from the parents in complete
Indifference or hatred, to today's multifarious actions and reactions,
From bombing by air to a bomb on planes, or ignoring the plight of
Other humans on this planet. Take your pick on the work to do on the
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Did you need more lines, or hopefully fewer hatreds or indifferences to complete?
Past, present and future until those from space attack, a chemo-biological attack rap?
The only hope is Hope itself. We are better educated only if morality does not moulder.
If there is no hope then what is the point of writing any poetry even as bad as this?
I know a place where cats enjoy long life,
where human intervention is tolerated,
but,
where only cats are allowed
It is where they rule, decide their fate,
to go hunting or sleep late,
prowl their border, look for a mate,
food abundant, early or late,
no need for a snack with an always full plate
Non-skid litter lines their bathroom floor,
ideal for completing their daily chore,
no need for flushing, gets covered instead,
when it reaches its peak, mysteriously disappears,
automatically replenished,
a new floor every other day or more
When night time falls they are free to prowl,
crouching tigers one and all,
waiting to pounce at the slightest noise,
or attack a shadow suddenly appearing on a wall,
their prey, rarely actually exists,
makes no difference,
prowling is not something they would ever miss,
immediately after a good prowl,
onto their bed, a good stretch,
sleep away until daylight
Come first light their tummy signals its time to eat,
they check out their food bowl,
if stale,
it is time for humans to wake
Hunger sated, find a sunbeam to bask and wait,
awaiting a signal, to do whatever their mind dictates
Ah, such a place is the mind of a cat,
from where they rule and dictate,
how we humans who love them,
make their life great
Running wild, aren't you?
Have you ever thought like settled down?
No
Two oceans - one calm and one raging
Which one would you rather be in?
Lol don't have to tell me
Chill or not chill
Right or not right
See or not see
What if I tell you
That you can have everything
If you just believe?
Would you tell me to go to h?
Ahh know you would
Do you believe in something before you do it
- Whether in yourself or in the equipment
before you attack a problem?
You believe in something
Well it's the same concept
You have to believe that you can get it
And that God will give it to you
Do you go without beliefs?
Try it
Believe that you can't do it and see if you can
Life is full of beliefs
We believe in ourselves
That we are not going to hurt us - not intentionally lol
That we see things the way it is
We come to our own conclusions with our beliefs
Why then, when it comes to God - we stop short?
We either stop believing in Him
Or half-heartedly
Did you know half-heartedly is the same as not believe?
It's the same as I am asking you
"Do you go or not go?"
There is nothing in between
Heaven is so far away
You can have your life here heavenly
Hehe do you believe yet?
DEAD SNAKE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE TRAIL
SNAKE! I see you!
I see you tightly curled around that rock
waiting, in your evilness
to attack a man, passing. Why?
I walk this trail, daily, almost.
It is something I have to do. I
did not see you yesterday. Were you here then,
lurking evilly to get me?
Or were you hunting, as God intended,
to secure your subsistence? Perhaps you were
enjoying Nature's radiance on a sunkissed
asphalt trail, a creature's bliss, sustained by God?
now, here you are - -
DEAD! That rock killed you. It
lay on your head, immorally thrown
by one who hates, or fears you.
It could be nothing less
that caused your death, oh snake.
Primordial fears, shaking hate
casts man into a reality of . . .
Killing snakes. Because . . .
The snake was feared,
The rock was there
and loathing man,
knew no better.
REFRAIN:
(Who else would wantonly kill the creatures of God
until the scent of their beauty, the taste of their bounty,
has dissolved into a wistful dream of barrenness?
Man, the hating antipathy of Nature's burgeon.)
Form:
I know a place where cats enjoy long life,
where human intervention is tolerated,
but,
where only cats are allowed
It is where they rule, decide their fate,
to go hunting or sleep late,
prowl their border, look for a mate,
food abundant, early or late,
no need for a snack with an always full plate
Non-skid litter lines their bathroom floor,
ideal for completing their daily chore,
no need for flushing, gets covered instead,
when it reaches its peak, mysteriously disappears,
automatically replenished,
a new floor every other day or more
When night time falls they are free to prowl,
crouching tigers one and all,
waiting to pounce at the slightest noise,
or attack a shadow suddenly appearing on a wall,
their prey, rarely actually exists,
makes no difference,
prowling is not something they would ever miss,
immediately after a good prowl,
onto their bed, a good stretch,
sleep away until daylight
Come first light their tummy signals its time to eat,
they check out their food bowl,
if stale,
it is time for humans to wake
Hunger sated, find a sunbeam to bask and wait,
awaiting a signal, to do whatever their mind dictates
Ah, such a place is the mind of a cat,
from where they rule and dictate,
how we humans who love them,
make their life great
Zelda Twilight Wishes
(Credit to game creators of Twilight Princess)
As Link I become imprisoned in myself in Highrule land
Like a drug addicted monkey I take my task in hand
Midna, a creature from twilight world enchants me
I transform into a wolf as she rides upon my back and laughs
Two wild creatures set out to find their quests
I need to free Zelda from the hands of evil Ganondorf
Midna commands me, makes me attack a creature
Some creepy thing called Zant from her dark world
Later I’m turned back to human, somewhat wounded
Ample tools, arrays of gadgets can be found around the land
For destruction and for sport to vanquish evil on the spot
Rupees too and health are everywhere in treasure boxes
I have blisters on my hands and fingers from vanquishing beasties for the girls
Zelda, The Twilight Princess, happy with my accomplishments
Says; “Thank you Link!” “I wish you well.” Then puts me on her Christmas list
After all this fighting I’m getting twisted. I don’t even get a good-bye kiss
Can someone kill this mosquito?
I swear he's from the pit of hell
No seriously ...can't someone kill him?
What's the song he's singing now...he's Jamaican ...I swear …he's humming...a dancehall rhythm
I can't see him ...can you?... he's from one ear to the next…buzzing away
Someone set this mosquito on me ...he's the devil's own child ...no matter where I move he's next to me
I need some help ...please...please
This mosquito now brings along a few friends or his entire family .... this rhythm in my ear is killing me ...I need some help …it’s now a choir
Now they are set to attack...a family of mosquitoes...dancing and humming ...they are in for the kill…I am sure I am about die ...help ...help
Those fervent bonds of educated altruism
Attack a hard wrought seedy worldview
Payers and givers in all stripes of sedition
Plunge ahead in the dark mysterium of societal agency
Where flooded stations of trashy neglect
Barter like intestines for the choice to move about
Juxtaposed against hidden nature with stable roots
The mind's golden radar gets launched on porous descent
Imagining other in a new style of fool proof desire
While organizations frame truant relation
For the award of resident and possibly membership
But just as banal as ever, the idle poison of mercurial days
Was in1967 that this wonderful man
Performed an operation that no one else can.
Because of this man my heart can be healed
My undying gratitude is surely signed and sealed.
His work has helped hundreds of sufferers
To lead a near normal life of many years.
To this man I raise my glass, been thinking very hard
How do you say thank you, to Dr Christian Barnard.
Your expertise has been shown and taught in distant parts
Now surgeons have the knowledge to mend such broken hearts .
When he retired from this work his planned to end his days
Living in Austria to wind down, relax and golf to play
Whilst on holiday in Paphos after he had retired
Died at the poolside of a heart attack, a good life expired.
Dedicated to Dr Christian Barnard, the man whom in South Africa carried out the first human to human heart transplant..