Best Attacks Poems
Yes, they too believed in love,
Yet became victims of hate,
Men hungry for destruction,
And with vicious mindset,
Fired deadly bullets around,
Lifeless bodies fell on ground.
Pain touched every heart,
For some, life won't be same,
Laughter transformed to cries,
Happiness changed to grief,
Merciless sinners did it all,
At concert, café and football.
Flesh and blood piled on roads,
Obedient bodies stayed silent,
Many were counted dead,
Others were counted wounded,
And some waited for last breath,
Paris mourned the gruesome death.
written on 17 November, 2015.
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Defenseless people
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9/11 Attacks
The day began like any other
The sun rose, scattering to work,
Settling into their day, with a smirk.
8.46am thousands of lives, would change,
North Twin Tower was hit by a plane,
People thought, NO, that’s insane.
News came to those, yes it was true,
Some knew and others didn’t have a clue.
Terror attacks was announced
Disbelief from civilians, on the ground.
9.03am, no, not again
The South Tower was hit, oh Amen.
Survivors running for their lives,
Passing the dead, that, they did dread.
Parts of bodies everywhere,
We had no time, to stop to care.
We had to get out, as fast as we could,
Everyone knew, that was understood.
People jumping from the towers,
Things happened in minutes,
Which seem liked hours.
Flights hijacked, 93,77 and 175
All the passengers, tried their best
To stay alive.
Life that day, was out of control,
When the buildings were demolished
It left, a great big hole.
90 countries, lost loved ones,
Firefighters, military
And police, are many of the rescue Workers,
that now rest in peace.
Estimated up to 19,000
In the towers upon attack,
So hard to believe
That this maybe fact.
Years later, people still dying,
To the families, related this
Is terrifying.
Exposed toxins from ground zero,
Pregnancy losses, cancers
No one can find answers.
A memorial was made
For all to see,
A reminder of life,
No one would disagree.
Pay your respect, for those we lost,
And say a prayer,
For no extra cost.
This moment in history,
the world will remember,
Let’s come together,
United we stand,
Hand in hand,
Let’s show the world what we can withstand.
I was swimming in the ocean enjoying it so much
I back floated and relaxed with my cousins Mat and Hutch
All of a sudden Mat broke my dreamy thoughts with a scream
The water choppy, he was carried swiftly up stream
Two great whites were fighting over which would eat my poor Mat
So I chased after them and I smacked them with a big baseball bat
Is this human being serious? The biggest shark asked the other
I do not know the other shark replied but she looks like my mother
I am a grandma you dopes I said and I smacked each hard on the nose
This the smaller one said haughtily is not how this kind of shark story goes
So I jumped on his slick back. I bucked, screamed, jabbed, and I kicked
And I punched him and bit him, making him mad; his skin was quite thick
This land polluter is crazy the great whites agreed with some flair
So they gave me my cousin whom they had tossed in the air.
Because I liked it I gave them another bat smack across their noses
She is horrible! The great whites said as I hit them with hoses
Sure I got Matt back but due to those shark bullies he now he had PSTD
His swimming suit was gone, so he was sheepish being nude in front of me
So Hutch and I threw off our clothes and we all swam in birthday suits
But those sharks never came back, so glad they were finally loose
Rational me is capable and whole
Irrational me has complete lack of control
Rational me is happy and relaxed
Irrational me panics and cracks
Rational me views life in a positive light
Irrational me battles crippling fear without hope in sight
Rational me makes the most of every day
Irrational me wants to sleep the day away
Rational me is clear...has clarity
Irrational me is afraid…engulfed by anxiety
Rational me sees beauty and light
Irrational me faces a darker plight
Rational me lives life on the right track
Irrational me suffers debilitating panic attacks
Alligator attacks prey
Lunges out of the bayou
Loud head slap
Intense jaw clamps down
Gripping death roll
Another muskrat say good bye
Tail spin immobolized
On it's way down
River bottom cries.
Sometimes I get nostalgia attacks
Like asthma attacks
But worse
Because I have no inhaler for this
It contracts and expands my lungs into painful convulsions
Casualties of breath as I reminisce of the times before
Before I knew of the horrors of April 15th
Precedent to when my eyes were exposed
Exposed to this macrocosm of bigotry
Where you are hated for love
And loved for hate
I have no inhaler for this
My nostalgia attacks admonish my serene childhood
In wake of when dreams met no restrictions
When scholars were unconstrained by finance
When growing old meant wine and independence
I have no inhaler for this
For the ones who might cringe at my marriage
Because a sin is a sin is a sin
For the restrictions of my dreams
Because money means nothing until it means everything
I have no inhaler for this
You have a choice of an opinion as do I
wisely taken one would rather be a child than a fool
lowering the bar with sub standards
This name calling is the challenging as if to alter my mind set
casting truth to one side to justify an argument lets spin
in calling me ignorant my ignorance will be your wisdom
In the future facts lets explain they are just an opinion to you
thank God I can see past fiction based brainwashing
that cannot see casualties as victims of this sin being promoted
prophet before profit if one remembers correctly worded to suit
where you have made a mockery of my intelligence
gruesome murder scene
missing body parts,loss blood
eyes have been removed
Like the bombardier beetle
with an advanced weapons system attached
It can expel an intense hot, pulsating jet of words
the fluid it blinds the frog before he can croak
aiming its turret in any direction with accuracy
After the ejection of each explosion
that of the boiling pressurised fluid
we can see the bug in politics talks hot air from the rear
a weapon system that science can't work out
I can see now why they dig for
it helps to cover over their trail in leading the blind
over the cliffs where they fall victim to a deadly cause
that shifts the whole nature of things to suit tyrants
those whom play a hand in killing
Plagued by gas attacks was Willy Weasel
His tummy churned from frequent upheaval ~
Then Willy got a hot tip
Try this stuff, just take a sip ~
Willy learned weasels can't stomach diesel
I seem to have forgotten
the purpose of civilization
we are to animals
as animals are to a basket of forks
C.J. Jung as the UFO pilot
in "Freud Attacks" a talkie
a flaming romp through the hubs of hell
hI kids it’s time for potty training
let's rent a car and take refuge
on the runaway truck ramp
I reached for the emergency brake
got a box of cigars instead
one of the 7 Psychological Wonders
the six others are too hideous to mention
I think we'll need subtitles for this movie
10,000 years of metaphysical illumination
and it's still all work and no play
Where might we find the Way of Fun
although when the black and white keys
all sound at once it still makes me wonder
like tearing your clothes off
at a funeral and jumping on the casket
screaming I've always been ready
OK that's death wish Wonder number 2
apparently life is not a symbol for something else
sponge my brow nurse this is delicate
but is it a subset of something else
as a catalyst to sensation
that's the appetite monster Wonder 3
mom made voodoo dolls from my ****
art is the candle in the skull
I have the power of death she moaned
where language is used to annihilate language
using words as an accusing narcotic
in the holy 4th Wonder of guilt for all things
a lot of ifs in there searching for what's next
tinfoil helmets will be issued
for the car bomb inferno
of the internal saboteur Wonder 5
next a blank diploma emeritus
from the Wewelsburg Engram University
a knife in the Oedipal eye Wonder 6
needless to say the Clinic of Doom
quickly ran out of volunteers
needless to say my chromosomes
cringe under their bed
awaiting a wonderful martyrdom
how did we become radio transparent
and make bargains with man-beasts
I guess a person is as smart
as they want to be
rather than as they need to be
the aid of uncopied ideas never hurts
the act of abstraction is child's play
I feel it my duty to tell you
you can do it in your sleep
but yesterday is gone for good
mourning and loss leave behind
a bed of fragments from Wonder 7
a person incapable of introspection
is a total failure as a human
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
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hooded cape hovers
dark shadows send thermal beams
hydraulic jets fire
When the candy corn attacks
The yellow and the orange
And the ever sweetened white
All come after you
They take you in their sweetness
Enveloped and morphed inside
Grand scheme of candy delight
To take you within
Just when you thought you were safe
Candy corn comes attacking
Right on the offensive track
With high awareness
The yellow slows you way down
And orange curls your stomach
And white takes and knocks you out
Combination punch
Of all the Halloween tricks
This one seems the deadliest
To the weary partygoers
Trying to have fun
Entrant into Joyce Johnson's "My Favorite" contest
9/1/2012
As resentment attacks our pale soul,
We sit in the dark surrounded by confusion,
We start to think about this dark sorrowful life,
And we feebly face our sinful feelings,
As resentment attacks our pale soul,
Our quivering bodies run away from themselves,
Trying to find somewhere to hide,
But sadness conceals all safety,
As resentment attacks our pale soul,
Ashen, the world becomes,
The colors of joy are washed by our pessimism,
And dimness builds a cage of tears around us,
As resentment attacks our pale soul,
Loneliness drenches the air we breathe,
We inhale the torment into ourselves,
Suffering between the lonely arms around us,
As resentment attacks our pale soul,
We are broken pieces lying on the ground,
Feeling the pain seep through our veins,
We try to hold our last breath,
As resentment attacks our pale soul,
We try to alleviate the pain we feel,
By bleeding ourselves into more agony,
Painfully, we will have to
Swallow the taste of resentment…