Best Bodyguards Poems
breakfast with the mafia
an early burbs Thursday
we watch them through the window
trying to figure out what they're saying
eating their new york bagels
while they plan and plot
we are watching for drive bys
making sure we know when to drop
one looks like Jr Soprano
he gets out of his chauffered car
we are guessing they're all packing
at least their bodyguards are
we wonder who's gonna get hit today
whose day's just might be numbered
we're glad that they don't know us
we don't have to be encumbered
the underworld is thriving
by the looks of this tight clan
they silence the moment someone walks by
so they don't overhear their plans
we hurry with our coffee
before Tony Soprano arrives
we just want to leave here
while we're still alive
Roxy as the loudest rottweiler in Waterbury, an historic town in Connecticut,
Roxy was a vigilante dog, which never let a stranger or a burglar in;
once this ranch home was a haven, thanks for the love she had shown!
While I was watching my favorite movie, she joined in with interest;
I padded her to let her know that I approved of her curiosity,
and I spoiled her with foods that dogs shouldn't eat: like cookies and pastry!
On the sunniest days of spring and summert, we spent many hours playing, I threw the ball
and she would find it anywhere on the lawn and bring it back breathing heavily;
whoever says that dogs can't be human?....They have already proven that to us
by being our best friends! A dog can rescue a child from a burning house,
and jump into the coldest pool and bring that baby unharmed to safety;
and many of them take risks that we wouldn't take, to protect us in dangerous situations!
Canines have been our bodyguards since ancient times...Homer, the blind poet, had one, too,
but what they don't have is a spirit like ours, that spirit which returns, upon death, to God;
and will they ever go to Heaven with us? Our answer should be no, but the odds of taking
them with us, wouldn't be favorable, so we must leave them behind in their earthly dwelling!
When we'll be resurrected by Christ, we'll remember these loyal and dear companions
that shared our affections, our joy of loving, and our same fate: living and dying like we do!
Roxy was the gentlest and the most affectionate dog that ever lived, Roxy kept me from harm;
and what she gave was more than anyone could ever give! And my appreciation and gladness
were demonstrated in my caring ways: making sure she was well-fed and had plenty
of water to drink, when I would be gone for hours...and on my return, she would greet me
with a loud bark, and licking my cheeks, she jumped on me and tickled me with her paws!
Roxy was a gift from a neighbor who died alone; she entrusted her to me, and called me son!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
I stay late to steal the night air to owl cry, looking on the virgin ideas to rainfalls. August augmented my hope to millennium laughter. Bell rings to escort the escapees from scandals to bloom as blouses, under virgin legs.
I chain ideas together to fix fact from fiction to whistle blow. I dissolved salt to salute the King on his reign of majesty in the Island to the Icelander. Robb not the knot tied in the heart of bride to the bridge.
Diamonds to dinosaurs from brew of coffee to cough mixture to euphoria hope. Ballad gossips to the failure of adjectives to describe my desire to discrepancy velvet. Penultimate to penguin loves with pedophilia and conversion from deceit to delicacy love.
A family gen that cemented us together is thicker than water fractured by crack of gun sinister love. You refuse to references the refugees on the red light alert.
Label the talents to termites’ hearsay, somber to saga poem that powers my element of thinking to the twinkle of bell to strategic maneuvers
Yelling to yellow leaf yonder aspirant astonished to dangling wire to the wild lives. Courthouse cut courtesy captions in the newspapers very special hot tea in the morning. Dictum the dog master sneak virgin Island and excursion bodyguards to curtail the escalation of situation under gunpoint.
i didn’t know
Hangovers is apparently the place to go
to express a post match opinion
then bodyguards will instinctively exercise their dominion.
Heart
by Odin Roark
Can an enigma be weighed?
Many would hold the heavy heart
Is indeed noticeably of greater weight
And yet…
What can the heart do
When all its wishes is respect
As real
As both tangible
And insoluble?
The heart has few friends
Its bodyguards
Lung left
Lung right
Hold 24/7 vigils
Knowing without aeration
Man’s lifeline is severed
Storms
Good times
Makes no difference
Pumping continues
The gasp of birth
Forever faithful
Still
Comes hurt
Comes denial
Come battles lost
Our hearts panic
Asking lungs
To take the bullet
Like mothers
Fathers
Secret Service
Internal instincts
Obviate thinking
Risk death at any cost
So goes the miraculous nature
Safeguarding the one institutional identity
One can really trust
Life’s experience
Most likely has no measurement
But we know heavy
Don’t we?
DUCK AFTER DUMP PING THE DON
air ring ma thoughts - no matter aye ham
juiced one twenty first century mwm ape
serves as genuine s cape
to fly (during pitch black hours of night) and escape
burning effigies, where his jumbo jet, a sonic boom stick bewitching like Snape
temporarily tough feign ruffled feathers sans rape
pay shuss selfish lust, when world sliding down behavioral sink,
where he doth jape
and me as distant outlier from madding crowd i gape
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At the sheer inanity
trumpeting strumpets donning an innate
prejudice and senselessness purr
blind faith toward self avowed demigod -- seize whore viz Cesar
his hair coiffed and puffed like it whir
wind blown kickstart ting mobs to stir
paying bodyguards to evict ruckus-causing murmur
oh...how the masses will let this country
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Go to hell in hand basket
and rack up stratospheric global debt
cause zing this one measly mortal male to fret
that totalitarian rule will force every man,
woman and child to march....het
two...three...four, while the billionaire
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turns a third blind eye speeds away in his foo fighter jet
argh...heavens to Betsy, how did the fickle finger of fate let
this pompous ass
vacuumed majority votes across world wide net
to finagle vox populi, and groom hooligan nasty ruffian thugs
with smashed face s as his smart pet
bump ping uglies henchmen set
to create their own version of the tet
offensive, despite croup bawling ashen faced deportees
whose tears sentence innocent to po' ver tee branding indiscriminately vet
so culled unwanted ill eagle "aliens"
labored with nose to grindstone
fingers to the bone vainly, their american dream parched whence whet.
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Long story short - pondering my rental circumstance will equal net
zero importance, and will be upended if this ret
chad, ewol, googly-eyed, gastronomic, narcissistic bullish don will set
the spark for world war three - via gone ah re: ha...ha...ha...to all vet
tureens within the american crucible melting pot - with backs whet
unless....Katrina and the Waves, superman or Sabrina can oust him yet!
Scared
by Odin Roark
Fear saved the fly
The spider wept
Fear kept men alive
While Napalm paved the way
Fear keeps the 1% insulated
Handlers and mental bodyguards
At their beckon call
The mongrel on Manhattan’s frozen streets
Knows well the virtue of fear
Yet
Never will we see our species
Handle being scared like an animal
Where the lesser evolution will defend
We the sentient superiors will think only offense
How beautiful
How heart wrenching0
The defense elephants
Rhinos
Big cats
Exert to protect only that
Which is their province
Their instinctual responsibility
Wanting not to harm the perp
But only to ward off the aggression
Escape to safer surroundings.
Why does man feel he must instigate aggression
To justify his superiority?
Why do we continue our behavior
Moving science
Technology
Mind set
Ever closer to android resolve?
Might we be so complacently satisfied
We ignore the advances of AI?
Are we really so consumed with the media clap trap
We’re becoming more and more ignorant of information
Vet proof stats that tell us
Wake up
And yet
To sit in a quiet attic
Observe the simple
Yet perfectly designed survival
Instinct of the spider
Is to become aware
It’s all about living in harmony
Not acrimony
Wait patient spider
What you need for another day of survival
Is but waiting
Love nature
Or perish
Wonder Woman
When I saw her five large powerful males
bodyguards at a photo shoot protecting
the actress of the movie Wonder Woman
the sight crashed me into reality with a pin
that burst my kickass super hero balloon
and reminded me all those NFL sized males
were not really being tossed like rag doll twits
in a spoofed fake hero moment and suddenly I
was reminded how fortunate is this seeing man
who gets to go home to a real woman of wonder
with true super powers of love in a cape of reality
Charles Eastland
COOKING POT
I looked around me, everything was dark
as if my own eyes were completely shut,
that the would have come to an end,
my eyelids were very heavy,-
like I had a sleeping spell on me,
I was seeing things that were given me
very bad dreams,-
the stars are all on dim
they skip around the sky,
upon the sea, I have seen the reflections of he
standing over me,-
the colored moon beamed upon the land
upon everything my eyes could see;
I tried so hard to open my eyes
But I couldn't it was as if I was dead,
I dreamed many dreams in my head
I see things of an ancient time,
I felt I have been bond to my bed;
as if I was quite insane of true madness,
in my mind, I saw a different set of eye
looking back at me from another time,
I see slaves dancing around me,
crying out to a king that stands before me,
the sky was dark; the fair is hot;
I could see a big cooking pot,
words of their time weren't of mine,
you could feel the evil all around;
the anger browed in the pot,
words of truth weren't in their mouths,
lies and so much hate with not faith,
Witches are casting out their evil spells,
giving a queen life of a living hell,
their face turned to me
as I started to scream,
I have seen many things that come to me
like something of darkening dreams,
they were very old holding no youth,
I forget your name they would say
In a cloud of smoke;
frogs are being tossed in the old cooking pot,
a chicken tongue, blackbird eyes,
bugs of the desert land,
the thunder in the ancient sky roared while
the storm moved on by;
I see holly ones being persecuted;
the words of accurate knowledge
was told to never be promoted on the land
where the old witches stand
on blood, stained sand, that was a command,
words of truth are forbidden;
enemies casting names of thee into the pot of hell
while somewhere rings a bell;
bodyguards took the prison ones
out of the cage; those who have lost their way,
ravens are flying around to eat up on the dead
the ones who have lost their heads,
words of temptations of the flash
dancing around the cooking pot,
my body started feeling cold
I didn't have any more control
while lies where being told,
my eyelids were heavy as they could be
I was cast into a deep sleep.
Poetic Judy Emery © 2001
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
The refusal to serve the Monarch at/on the battle filed caused this family to be sentenced to life imprisonment, but within the mercy of the King he decided to send to an Island to serve the remaining years. On that Island Jeka and her husband Eric were to start brand new life no home and people to live with.
Fortunately Jeka was pregnant after sometimes she gave birth to their Messiah son; the Island was so magnificent and beautiful there were lots of fruits and animals to be hunt. Eric was so experienced in wars that experience he acquired helped him to stay on the Island, he hunted and gathered logs and fruits, the boy grew in that lonely society as no one to play with as a young boy.
He had that memory onto his manhood, one night the family was so stressful and disgusted while conversing the boy solicited about their terrible conditions, they were going through in the Island. The boy asked again why we abandoned to ourselves in this Monster Island at that time Eric narrated the story in full details the boy came to realized how they came to be stranded in Island.
But God wanted this family to rule the Kingdom, one night they were sleeping just to wake up in the morning they found miracle at their door on how to build a boat. The boy with his father caved the boat for so long before they finally finished it, then the family was to get home, but getting home would be difficult situation, because they would be killed.
And no food was left on Island and everybody was desperate and fed up in the Island, and the boy needs to attend school in the city near you. The boy asked the blessing of his parents, and he took the adventure in the Mediterranean Sea and left behind Jeka and Eric, he went to the city in the night and rushed into Royal Palace he found that the bodyguards all were sleeping.
He moved so fast with his sword and dethroned the King and he took power. In the morning he declared I am your King all the bodyguards, servants, slaves and maids bowed down to show him respect, and he immediately sent convoy of ships to bring his parents from the Island.
When asked about my personal extreme
Fantasy,
Nothing can hold me back,
When I think of what I’d like to be,
I know for sure creativity will not lack
An average work rate of £1,000,000 an hour
I don’t mean to portray any greed
But this is my ultimate fantasy
And it’s me it’s supposed to please
A slick, black, private stealth at my beck and call
Maybe a baby pink 747 aircraft too
A personal 24hour toenail clipper and manicurist
Someone to flush my silver-plated loo
I would give away most my money to charity
(Don’t get me wrong, my Swiss account won’t be deficient)
I’d build orphanages and hospitals left, right and centre,
Spread money so the 3rd World would be self-sufficient
Have an entourage of 50 beautiful persons,
All my bodyguards will be the size of small tanks
My houses will be scattered across the globe
My award speeches always start, “I just wish to thank…”
I would get to walk down all the runways,
Along Naomi, Adriana, Giselle and Tyra,
I want my own Nandos, BK and KFC enterprises,
An African elephant and a white Siberian Tiger
My personal trainer will be my eye candy
Because my body will already be flawless
I would only wear designer clothes at all times,
Paparazzi would only catch me looking gorgeous
My hair will be more marvellous than Pocahontas
I would like to have 20 university degrees,
And a record deal with all the top music labels
Over the top? Remember whose fantasy this is…
So I guess back to earth I come plummeting,
As I type this fantasy out while at my desk
Obviously too much time on my hands, my bubbles burst now,
I’m just happy to be alive; I’m blessed…
Dr. Clement Moloch professes in torture.
He is always accompanied by Claire, his sister.
Moloch performs clandestine operations for governments.
He is responsible for the torture and death of insurgents.
Holland is journalist Jorge Hidalgo’s friend.
Holland learned Jorge’s life came to an end.
The doctor killed Jorge with high voltage electricity.
Senor Hidalgo was another victim of the doctor’s killing spree.
Hector Lomelin informs Holland of the predicament.
Lomelin attempts to talk Holland out of retirement.
Holland refuses, but later changes his mind.
Dr. Moloch is someone assassin Holland must find.
Holland learns Moloch and his sister are in Central America.
Moloch has been hired by the government of Guatemala.
There are several bodyguards protecting the doctor.
Moloch even has the aid of the American ambassador.
Holland takes out his targets one by one.
He is very adept with both the knife and the gun.
If you are wondering how this escapade will end,
all I have to say is, “See the movie, friend”.
Based on the 1984 film “The Evil That Men Do”.
My mind I caught
tangled in resentments
dissatisfied in anguish
and regrets
subtracting
what I had given
from received
mulled on revenge
for the loss
two straight I's
bodyguards of frown
livid lips
stretching face
down
darkness in eyes
fists clenched tight
that I deserved more
the verdict out.
Looking at the mirror
gasped in fright
if I was to die now
I'm always right
not even the devil
would want me
liar!
Second Place Winner: William Kekaula-Final 2021 N-A Choice3
The stranger left town but
return a fortnight with six
more men armed with guns
and blades,
They came face to face with
the townfolks bearing
choppers and chains,
And in their midst was
Morgan and his sons,
Each carrying pistols and two
barrel shotguns,
The tension was filling the air
and the breathing was hard,
Around the corner stood,
wives and children all armed,
With anything they can get
their hands on,
Both sides came closer with
every stride,
And while the surrounding
was getting hot and tensed,
A boy ran out to meet the
stranger with his toy gun
pointing at him,
And Bang! A single shot was
fired,
And on the floor laid the
stranger without blood,
For a moment shocked
registered across the faces on
both sides,
And then laughters filled the
air,
The boy stood confused at the
crowd as he thought he killed
the man with a single bullet,
And to his surprise the
stranger sit up and smile
back,
The stranger stood up and
looked at Morgan,
At once the crowd grew silent
and nervously waited,
The strangers spoke with
coldness in his voice,
I have done things so
hideous and never regret,
But now I carry my worst
demons on my back,
I cannot bring your boys
back,
But I and my trusted gang
will die before your family is
in danger again,
We have come to protect you
and your family as
bodyguards,
Your enemies are many and
you could get all the help you
can get,
And I am not asking for your
permission nor any of my men,
There's a war coming to this
town for the price on your
head.
Artists having nothing but success an color
benevolent guards self sacrifice protecting d're soul
love hence is remember'd forever an for
brawn is thou lusting voice attaining thy goal
never close narry' a door nor fail to hear a call
honorable behavior, a women's heart stole
brought back a fallen bodyguards role
even if once he's lost his doll
white collar ne'er forgot th' fall
an gave back a women's resole