Best Battle Line Poems
I keep tripping over hurdles
Barriers forged between our hearts
Walls of a garrisoned fortress
Lofty palisades I must ascend
without crawling on my knees
I admit my faults lie at ego depth
Perhaps it's why I expect too much of you
but I long for the affectionate touch
of your arms catching me when I stumble
and fall, dejected on the ground
When my patience ebbs like ocean tides
your emotions are concealed behind a veil
Please don't pull away from me. Stay,
and I'll soothe your troubled qualms
I keep tripping over hurdles
exposing the core of my darker side
that part of me I cannot hide from your eyes
Can you love me in spite of my flaws?
Will you be my refuge, an amorist crutch?
There's a battle line between us
but I don't recall waging war.
I fear my ways are much too strict
so I'll wave the flag of truce.
Spoils to the victors
when I've breached the final hurdle
With sighing breath across my syllables,
I'm pleading with you for another chance
Despite the way I've mistreated you
would you be a spark of light on my path?
Until I'm sure our love is realigned
I'll keep tripping over hurdles
across each rampart I approach
With hope, I'll reach your garden gate
and wait for your heart to open the door
December 6th, 2019
Pale Shelter Contest
by John Hamilton
My ode to William Henry Harrison, 9th President
of the United States, yet barely known.
A Founding Father’s son and longtime frontier resident,
Brave military leader to the bone.
His victories in uniform stacked up along the way,
rarely defeated at the battle line.
As President, though, died in office one month to the day,
now nobody remembers Number Nine.
He served the House of Representatives a term or two;
in politics, he always did excel.
First Governor of Indiana Territory, too -
Ohio’s 13th Senator, as well.
As Major General, Will fought the War of 1812,
as well as several wars along the way.
His worth, though, as a President, historians will shelve
for lasting only one month to the day.
He married sweetheart Anna in the Fall of ’95,
she bore her husband many children - ten!
Although her health was poor, Anna was Queen Bee to the hive,
their son’s son: future POTUS, Benjamin.
There’s no one I would rather have protect my garrison,
though in the end pneumonia held its sway.
A military hero, William Henry Harrison -
Ninth President, just one month to the day.
If tomorrow never comes
my heart will be kept in your hands
you remember me when sword is seen by
my words will never lie like an eunuch wind
i tried hard to discard those ugly image of war from my heart
once and more, another image came to me
raw and shocking, causing me to flush and bite my lips
and i thought how cruel life could be.
how heartless and uncaring nature treat me
rivers of darkness, i swam in pains
as the battle line is drawn ahead of me
i want you to know how much i love you
have no doubt in your humble heart if you see me no more
i work in shield, against the charnel house
memories that threatened to engulf me
and i could not shake free from the cold hands of the past
let my image be caved in your heart
down on the alley are more good memories kept behind
that would shield you for ever
change has not come yet
to this part where life is a race
in which the strong trample the weak
remember my wills written in the wall
sound of my music flowing in your veins
down the river band behind the iroko
i tossed the bed of roses you gave me
although they seems stale but stagnant they stood
waiting for the remarkable day to come.
let my feelings and emotions remains not silent
welcome charity in sound mind
orphans and the homeless forget not
feat not alone in my wealth
least you become miserable
say me well to Michael
the son of short Ogbu Efi
we have known each other since ages
climbing hills and trees
take care of our children
wait no longer
teach them the myth and the culture of our kindred
and those folktales mother told us
tales of their father's tribulations, forget not.
this lonely road i walk
fighting for my country
the green leaves howl in tears as i trampled on them
in anger
i wear courage like a shield
attacking the enemies in the battle field so wide
thousands are slain and millions held captive
no retreat no surrender
my hands are stained with innocent blood
as i shrouded in mystery
know you that the love i gave
would for ever last if tomorrow never comes.
MY NAME IS KAIZEN
Bullet oiled with knowledge
Hearts smitten with purpose
As a thin of air, we marched into the street of kaizen
The harvest is cream and green.
We the labourers with our intellectual machetes,
Made and manufactured by functional knowledge
Battered and butchered the dreaded monster called ignorance
The battle line is drawn
We are drunk of knowledge
With planks, nails and hammer,
We nailed a coffin for ignorance
The funeral of the old order
The emergence of the new order
At the cascade of kaizen,
We drank into stupor,
Stupor because we think and act outside the box;
Bullying the status quo
With the incisions of the God factor on our guts
We danced round the camp fire of books
Booking appointment with great minds
For in the opening of books we discovered we have wings,
To fly above illusory limitations
At dawn we chart and chant lyrics of hope for mankind
With the amulets of insight tied rounds our hearts;
At the echoes of the night when nature
Exact snoring on *****sapiens,
We labourers give ourselves to improvement,
For when lazy minds snore, active minds think
awoh kingsley
The winter winds piled snowdrifts against the old vets cardboard shack.
Another homeless vet, he shared his humble abode with his doggie Zach.
He pulled his tattered army overcoat about his frail frame and lay upon his back,
To reminisce about Christmases past when things were not nearly as black.
He recalled Christmases as a lad when family gathered about the Yule Tree,
To hear the story of that First Christmas as read from Luke at his Father's knee.
He mused, "How I pine fer Mother's turkey, sweet pertaters and punkin pie,
The warmth of my very first love and our sleigh rides beneath the moonlit sky!"
He wondered where his wife was and how the children were getting by.
Alas, demon rum controlled his life and they left without saying goodbye.
He shivered recalling Christmas '52 in Korea and being on the battle line,
The numbing cold, death and C-rations for Christmas fare on which to dine.
He was startled by the tolling bells from St Mary's Church across the way,
Heralding the joyous Birth of the Savior and he bowed his head to pray,
Saying, "Lord, I've hit bottom and I reckon to You I ain't of much worth,
But please lend Yer ear and accept my thanks fer that little Feller's Birth!"
Tomorrow, Christmas Day, he'd have dinner at the Springs Rescue Mission,
And sneak a bone or two for Zach, always looking out for his nutrition!
He'd abide 'neath the Uintah Street Bridge 'till the cops asked him to depart,
But he'd shift his meager belongings to another in his battered shopping cart.
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
Sunday, December the seventh,
In the year of 1941,
While most of Hawaii still slept,
Came the planes of the Rising Sun.
Waves of bombers and fighters flew,
From the decks of the Japanese ships.
While our planes were still on the ground,
"Banzai" was spoken from their lips.
The winds of war had been blowing
Across the oceans of our earth,
Though not till Pearl had been bombed,
Did we realize what freedom’s worth.
Wars are fought and won on two fronts,
At home and on the battle line.
Both are equally important,
When war consumes our heart and mind.
The attack brought us World War II,
With death, pain and separation.
All who had served were well aware
Of their sacrifice for nation.
FOR MY SAKE,HIS LIFE WAS AT STAKE.
FOR MY SINS,AT CALVARY,HE WAS PINNED.
FOR MY TRANSGRESSIONS ,HE GAVE HIMSELF TO OPPRESSIONS.
WITH ACCUSATIONS THAT WERE FALSE AND BY HUMAN FORCE,
CHRIST WAS NAILED TO THE CROSS.
THIS SHOWS THAT.....
JESUS IS MY VINE
WITH HIM I CAN SHINE
AND WITH HIM I AM FINE BECAUSE
JUST AS FAR AS THE EAST IS FROM THE WEST
AS FAR AS GOOD IS FROM EVIL.
AS FAR AS HATE IS FROM LOVE
AND AS FAR AS DARKNESS IS FROM LIGHT
SO IS HIS DIVINE MERCY.
CHRIST WAS SACRIFICED.
THE BATTLE LINE HAS BEEN DRAWN.
THE ENEMY IS AT WORK.
HIS VICES ARE PROVING TO SUCCEED.
***********,MASTURBATION,NUDITY,FILTH TALK AND IMMATURE SEX
ARE HIS LETHAL WEAPONS.
MANY OF US HAVE FALLEN AT THE MERCY OF THESE.
QUITE ALRIGHT,THE FIGHT IS TIGHT.
BUT TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT.
TO STAND UPRIGHT
TO FEEL ALRIGHT
AND TO SHINE YOUR LIGHT
BECAUSE GREATER IS HE THAT IS IN ME THAN HE THAT IS IN THE WORLD
THE BATTLE IS NOT OURS BUT THE VICTORY IF WE REMAIN UNDER HIS DIVINE MERCY.
LET US BE BOLD AND PRAY TO GOD
FOR STRENGTH AND FAITH
AS WE LIVE ON EARTH.
DO NOT DETEST THIS REQUEST
BUT DETECT ITS EFFECT AS YOU PERFECT YOUR LIFE.
LET US CALL ON THE HOLY SPIRIT
TO INSPIRE US,
TO ASPIRE US
BEFORE WE EXPIRE.
For those who should
Be on watch
In our defense
Opted for a romance with her
Chasing the treasures on her neck
In an endless discovery
The Sword is on the field….
For they have trodden the path
Of small is not beautiful
In a parasitic center
Drunk with wine in which
Is dissipation
While the sword drinks in mirth
The blood of contemporaneity
Our confessed sentinels
Have refused to stand
Girding their waists with altruism
These voluptuous sentinels
Forgot,
The river that draws the battle line
With its origin will not live to grind the axe
The Sword is on the field
For they decided
To sheath their sword
Even the shield and the helmet
Watched intrepidly at the ordnance
Shaking their heads in utter dismay
The Sword is on the field
It is yet to be satiated
For the elects
Shod their feet
Verbalizing false gospel of oneness
With unedifying necessities
That imparts no grace to the hearers
The Sword is on the field….
And the field in ceaseless flow of bloodied democracy
In ceaseless flow with dumdum bullets
The master’s sword of legitimacy
Is undermined
And the sword bruised sanctity
Still, The Sword is on the field!
Where shall we run?
When small is not beautiful
We sanctify the field
But the blood
Would not cease to flow
Chain Reactions, I fall like the first dominoe
The point of entry and the ballistics
I leave tracks and I read the tracks of men
He's the Commander ask him about the optimum use of Infantry
Strategy, strategically at all cost hold the battle line
Wearing my camoflauge, thats me dressed in descrection
Soft in my letters, open minded and receptive
to every word she has ever spoken
Words fixed and framed set like A jewel
set on the head of A Queen
On the throne she sits
And the hope she gave me
And every thrust made by her enemies I have parried
As I endure another risk Death is probable
In these kind of perils many men will perish
My hearts noble
much of what I feel is left unsaid
I've been sitting here all day like a statue
The battle line is drawn.
Beyond the mystery of your power,
You've laid us down.
In your bid to get in here you promised to build a tower.
On your shoulder do we rest
Till you daily lay us to rest.
We will end the insurgence in few months
While same seems not ending after four years.
Revolution now is seen as threat
While with your mouth it's declared.
The fight against corruption
In your bid is an illusion.
As this is done in meritorious deceits.
Tell me not to raise any alarm.
How dare you say that?
As anarchy iseminent to your act.
In deep thought, the murder of the rule of law
Is announce in your filthy hands
As you desecrate the temple of justice
In bid to be above the law
Where is our hope?
Where are we to go from here?
No food on the table
As all had been inflated.
The minimum wage has no date of implementation
And you've come to fight corruption.
Are you not?
Hear me great Divine
As my petition is made from a wounded heart.
Forgive and let this cup pass us by
As in the time of general Abasha
FIRE
In every man is a decreed madness
A hidden urge for progress
It torments the mind like spikes of Jesus's crown
As like a potent atomic bomb
Ready and timed to explode
It's that feel to be great like God
Breaking open with ideas and motives
That are long hatched plans for tomorrow
Only if time shall allow it's mercy enough
Then eggs of this incubated shall crack
Opening to the world a challenge
Yes
Yes dear people
One mans success is a battle line for the other
They are to fight to cross and achieve
Instead of long, long howlings of failures
When this conquered one day, beaten one day
The joy is a good job done
Grease to the elbow of you, a worker
A real man, man of strengh, Oh hercules
As yours is a crown of gold
What men ought to earn been real men
Explode with ideas, explode with strengh
Achieve the ultimate
Climb the mountain to God, where Heaven shine.
i lost my mind
to a girl of a different kind
i lost my feelings
as soon as she left me
and i lost my heart
even if it is still beating
and i lost my pride
when i knew she wasn't mine
and i lost
all i had
to a girl
man this is sad
but i lost my mind
to the girl i thought she was mine
and i lost my life
when she broke my heart in time
and then this is were it ends
cause i lost my life
right on the battle line
i saved a lot
now almost lost my life
and she left me by the side
found another instead of me
while i m fighting this disease
i lost my life
to depression deep down inside
and i lost my feelings
when she cries
for i just lost everything
to some simple disease
she didn't care for me
and she broke me piece by piece
i just lost my life
to a girl which was never mine
and to think i was alright
was just a big lie
for i lost my life
to a lie which killed me inside
My soul weeps and my heart bleeds,
We seem to have lost our core creeds.
Youngsters are now in a very hot haste,
not to wield wealth, but to wine and waste...
Character has been cocooned in a coffin,
True beauty gasps for breath in a bin.
Our ladies are weapons of mass distraction,
Men's rod roam around for mass destruction.
Women, weed and wine are the new normal,
purpose, purity and passion seem abnormal.
Men of integrity are long gone in deep sleep,
The one who upholds truth is now a black sheep.
Power, possession and prodigality now prevail,
money, music and madness seem to avail...
integrity is stupidity when men with money speak,
nobility become nonentity when rascality peak.
Hen now crows because cocks are silent,
Giants bow when greedy ants get very violent.
Wake up folks, the battle line is drawn uphill...
We shall win this war till justice stands still..
Fear is running rampant throughout our great nation
Some fearing guns; some that they’ll be taken
The battle line is being drawn quite bold and quite wide
With propaganda being spread full of lies from both sides
Such contempt and mistrust has infested this society
Contributing to the root cause of the problem I see
Children witness venom and hatred in the stances we take
Making matters even worse – of that you should make no mistake
We have lost the ability to compromise for sake of the greater good
Shake some sense into both sides – I only wish that I could
Meanwhile nothing is being done for the situation to improve
Instead the adversarial sides are being stubbornly rude
For the sake of the victims is there nothing we can do
To get both sides together and from this problem pull through?
Power, it's influence can be seen all over
Can you see it's effect on society?
Diminishing my hopes for I don't know whose who in this game
Have to tie a rope on my foot as I walk into the forest
It would be my guide when I get lost on the way
For this reason I don't want to hold onto this monster
People loss their minds and dignity to power and it's respect
Power, tell me what you feed to people
For I would want to have a taste of that meal that's hidden
For am curious enough, can you see my desire?
Look at how our leaders change when they taste power
Who placed the devil on the sit that's the most powerful?
The lies of our leaders are breaking my heart and our vision for tomorrow
It's true, guns don't fire bullets, it's the human finger that pulls the trigger
Mothers are crying for the loss of their children
Their sons and daughters are on the battle line risking their lives for a country
A country that doesn't give them a hope for peace
Child soldiers are begin recruited to serve the desire of power
Is the pain worth? Are the tears we shed precious?
Our hearts are been dug deep with misery
Don't ever change for power, for it will break your soul
Who wrote the writings on the wall?
Let God's hand appear and write on the wall
So that we may get an interpreter
We see the letters but we don't get the message
We blind, for the facts are all over yet we ignore the damage
Are we fools of our intelligence?
Lets learn to make changes by our own decisions we make