Best Bellicose Poems
Bellicose Smile
Ghost wandered living lonely,
on the screaming silence street,
rubbish rattles wind blown west,
where last week walked our feet,
A dog barks in the distant haze,
spring leaps wildly on,
upon our green the grass grows,
mowers for now are gone,
A billion eyes behind their glass,
listening to the birds,
the talk of folk within four walls,
speak no outside words,
Where wild and free we yesterday,
would to our river run,
now we see the light through pane,
unfeeling of our sun,
The Kite sings piercing eerie notes,
oblivious to our plight,
while we wage invisible war,
every breathing soul to fight,
Media madness fueled the fire,
money fanned the flame,
panic pierced our human world,
leaving us all lame,
Supermarket hollow husk,
doctor with no sleep,
those who can ply trades from home,
newspapers raping reap,
Fear their filthy currency,
fickle, fecund, vile,
will when this is over,
see our bellicose smile,
The Duke’s princess mother passed,
a thousand like her since,
when people hear the word news now,
you see them flinching wince,
A byword for belligerence,
a byway for the hack,
who thinks a pen’s primary use,
is stabbing in the back,
Money for your misery,
a penny for your pain,
and they’ll sell it back to you,
read on your Bat Flu plane,
You suckle on world violence,
grow fat on massacre tears,
see our bellicose smile now,
a mirror of your fears,
Make no mistake we see you,
make no mistake we’ll come,
how will you feel in the colosseum,
when those silent voices shout only...scum.
By
David Nickle Read
©D.N.Read 2020
All Rights Reserved By The Author
----------------------------------BELLICOSE -----------------------
BELLICOSE IS A WAR BETWEEN MY HEART AND MYSELF DEPICTING THE CONNECTION IT HAS WITH BODY AND CORE.
Are you jealous of my hand?
I asked my heart.
It’s brought in this world,
the children of your emotions.
Can you see the very paths between these fingers?
These are the many you've travelled through to thump hard.
Are you jealous of my mind?
I ask my heart.
Like an enemy he keeps you close,
and leaves me vacant.
Many a times when I have found him stirring,
You have let me rest on your shoulder to hear him out.
Are you jealous of my feet?
I ask my heart.
They have forever walked in places to which you would go.
They have wished upon wishes to stop and heal,
But you never turned them back or let them kneel.
Are you jealous of my ears?
I ask my heart.
No, you hear your song singing through them,
like a croon that bleeds through me and walks on earth.
---------- SAANIKA JHA ----------
She said, I was her little angel
But over the years I found
Bloodied halos and swords of fire
I was not, the angel you sent to play savior
The decimation of Sodom, the leveling of Gomorrah
The materialization of artistic achievement
I was created, when God spilled vials of wrath
The bloodied mist from Heaven
Swirling and condensing
I formed, from left over God particles from Satan's chemistry set
I swore, that I would seek justice
But it seemed justice didn't give a damn about me
We fought, for greater goods and lesser evils
Until the evils reckon, leading to my reckoning
I fell, cast from the realms of my creation
Shredded wings sibilant like steam as I plummet
I became, a beautiful beast bound beneath Barzakh
A bloodied bane blessed with the bizarre brilliance
Sight and genius, bringing balance beyond discretion
Angling the scales, shattering the saint of the meek
Put on a troubling list on MSN
Is that store that I've spent too much of time in
If I had the money, I would buy it
Yeah, Colleen
But I'm glad I don't
I can't wear their clothes
When it closes up,
It's so small,
Few will ever know
I will always know
In the same mall,
A heart shaped rhinestone
I know it's fake, oh
Boy, but how would they know
If I had the money, I would already own
Yeah, Johnny
I'm sure glad I don't
Sometimes it sucks being this ing broke
But money is my tool sometimes to cope, yup
Acting like I can just buy a new scrotum
The rain drips my veins
Callous draws tight
Entrenched
Peg leg with 3 teeth
Shaking down the crooks
Blasting through the waterfront
Set anchor to the docks
This place as good as any
Let's get to work
Mutiny at sunset
We'll crawl into graves
And disguise our face
Lofty mermaids arrest
Stolen glances
Our brotherhood sails true
Like nails ringing
Set to live or die
Bellicose and Verbose
Trump has been known to be bellicose,
And at same time also very verbose;
Sad affairs;
Never cares;
While feeling like we may be morose.
Jim Horn