Best Bombards Poems
a soul orbits
looking into space
searching beyond
staring at
an orange full
cold moon
rising peacefully
into the sea of tranquility
floating air labored
softly gasping for breath
exploding stars
lights up
the sky
wrath of the sun's light
bombards this earth
explosive fireworks
pulsing inside
emotions erupt
bursting solar colours
feelings flare beautifully
flashing the beginning
of a strong orbiting cycle
magnetic crochet
strongly pulls
gently sewing together
embraces warm rays
kisses sweetly
with her soft fingers
weaving love deeply
blissfully into
one's heart
Where will you be when the trumpet sounds
When the call comes with an
amazing surprise
A shout is heard by all who leave
these grounds
And all the dead and alive in Christ
shall arise
How will you explain; none of the missing is found
While Satan bombards the media with
his lies
Millions disappear as an army calls up
the hounds
Gone with no trace of any, as hearts in agony cries
Graves are open, cribs are empty, the trumpet sounds
Delusions, signs, and wonders as the evil one abides
Deception is real in all as this
darkness abounds
While behind the scenes, This world in
sin resides
What will you be doing when the
trumpet sounds
One of two in the fields is taken up beyond the skies
The other is left behind, in fear an empty heart pounds
To meet the Lord in the air as the Bible
so describes
All believers united with praise as
heaven resounds
The judgment of God on this earth will truly abide
In tribulation to all clothed with the unbeliever's gown
Their destination set: in their sins they
chose to hide
To this end, eternal fire in hell to be
cast down
When the trumpet sounds, all in Christ
will arise
To meet the Lord in the air, Wearing redemptions gown
For faith in Christ is gifted with the everlasting prize
Eternal life: in heaven we shall forever
be found
When the trumpet sounds?
Rain bombards the earth
Thunder roars with aggression
Lightening fills the sky
Humour is sometimes used to cover up sadness
To deal with events that interfere with our gladness
Our body's defence
To protect us against
Depression when it bombards us with blackness
© Jack Ellison 2015
Living the lap of luxury all that glitter isn’t gold
Whatever ‘retail therapy’ provides is not worth the soul
Compassion mixed with a dash of guilt thinking of the ‘have not’s
But it is not enough to stop waiting at the door for the UPS drop-offs
Money, greed, power these are the values of today
Torn between love of man or feeding the cliché’
Keep up with the Jones’ bombards the airwaves, everything airbrushed in between
When all looks just so, she’s a size 2, he’s GI Joe, and baby completes the scene
Then you will have ‘arrived’ so this is what ‘they’ say
Form:
As Freud describes humankind
With three divisions of the mind
Motivations now defined
Id is present from our birth
Driven by pleasures of the Earth
Wants and impulse, no self-worth
Balance, reason from the Ego
Deciding pleasures to forgo
Acting master of status quo
Super Ego stands its guard
Ensuring morals are not marred
Decision making it bombards
Balanced within yet torn by conflict
Three small forces that contradict
One that’s free and two restrict
Combined the three make who we are
From the normal to the bizarre
Psychoanalysis from afar
Yellow leaves fall
Harsh humid heat;
Earth gathers debris
~~~~~~~~~
Time runs away
Space now bereft;
A change of heart
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Empty space
Nothing much here;
Going away present
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Odd couple here
East meets West;
Lovely colours
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Old lady sells
Daily newspapers;
Sidewalk news sermon
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Humid hot day
Fiery sun bombards;
SPF29 still tans
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Morning crystal ball
Mirror exposure;
Wrinkles and grey hair
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Earthquake tremors
Nepalese tragedy;
So many deaths
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Sense deep loss
Houses collapsing;
Hard times overwhelm
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Tears and pain
Sorry affairs;
Disaster recovery
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Poise styles
Heavy hearts mourn;
News highlights tell
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Crimson colours
A red sun burns;
Rain dilutes blaze
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Young lady walks
Brown poodle;
Shoes on canine feet
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Just fancy that:
Bad reviews *****;
Footsteps retreat
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Breezy dandelions
Cottony seeds fly;
Swirling sensations
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Leon Enriquez
17 May 2015
Singapore
AUDIBLE HORRIBLE
hearing paddling away
think silence bouquet
PALETTE TRAGIC
taste creel caught
meals easier bought
EMOTIONAL REVERSAL
warship bombards feelings
cheaper dental drillings
OLFACTORY REFRACTORY
smell setting sail
restroom odors bail
VISUAL PITIFUL
eyesight in lifeboat
memorize your remote
LOGIC FROLIC
mind barge bound
serenity island found
... CayCay
October 19, 2018
(written for contest)
My elusive Valentine didn’t visit once again
Day in and day out, heart wide open, taking strain
Candles, hearts, chocolates, poetry and prose
Another year, alone, forlorn, the absence of a rose
Messages of love and admiration stream to my phone
Waiting with baited breath, I need his heart, his alone
Smiling, hiding, masking the tears
It’s just an ordinary day, I say, it quells my fears
Red, red, the colour of love
It bombards me, in my face, like an aggressive shove
Eyes tightly shut, memories flood
Consistency is key, presence and love I need as much as the body needs blood
Elusive Valentine, you have another chance to appear
Same time, same date, next and every year
I am armed and fighting my battle. I am bombarded
by disturbed thoughts running through my
mind. My mind is leashing out expressing itself
as an insane leader. I challenge any power
I find along the way.
My battle is never ending. I am twisted inside
it's mouth and it's a war getting free. I try to
banish it but it steadily gets stronger. The fire
in the battle burns at my flesh repeatedly,
Bits of my disturbed thoughts are burning and
lighting their way in the sky. I am hunted down
by a biz are chill that crawls down my spine.
The reflection of myself bombards the insane
challenge set forth as I use my weapons against
myself as I lead and fight the insane quills
that have entered into my body.
Plucking them freely and ripping out the
thorns of madness I terminate my
battle by execution of body
and mind.
Can't get too attached.
For when I do, it all goes
Wrong. One of us gives up,
And it just falls apart.
Even though my heart is needy.
I'll have to fight it for control.
Or else I'll make a hasty decision.
One that'll ruin my soul.
Leaving it more broken than it was
Before. My walls, my "protection",
Isn't strong enough to keep hold.
It'll all fall apart with just
One single blow. Two things will
Crumble, just when I think I'll
Be fine. It all tumbles down. And
Emotion after emotions bombards my
Broken, now unprotected heart. Do you
Understand why I can't go through it again?
Pounding voices fill the air
Anguished cries,
The sound of desperation
Rings loud and clear
It starts out slow
Yet, as the walls close in
And my chains tighten
The voices cry out louder
Until the agony of it bombards all my senses
And rings throughout my whole body
The sound of the dead
The anguished, tortured cries of the innocent
Haunt me
And again,
I see the undeniable fear
Hear the screams of pain
Hear the loud, fast beating heart
As the body fights death
And all over again,
The unmistakable rage returns
Mingling with a sick disgust
That floods my whole body
And the monster rises
Hungry for the thrill,
The pleasure of the kill
That seems to make me forget the pain
He caused
Until again, I feel warm blood drip off my fingers
And see what I’ve done
A mangled, torn body lies before me
Bleeding, broken, torn
By the blade I hold in my hand,
And the thrill is gone
Horror replaces the dark revenge,
that filled my heart
And sick disgust wins in the end
An innocent life,
Full of dreams
Full of love untold
Full of hopes
With so much to offer the world
Lies crushed, broken, before my eyes
And the monster
That rose inside of me
Hides once more in the shadows
Still savoring the taste of blood,
And broken dreams
But not for long,
For the monster inside is never satisfied
It always waits in the shadows,
And then when the moment’s right
It shows itself
And I can’t hold myself back,
I can’t stop
Not until the monster is satisfied
And fresh, dark blood
Gloves my hand
And my insides twist with disgust
The war of good and evil won for now
Tears stream down my face,
The reality of my guilt
Bringing me back to my cell
Meant to cage the monster in,
But really just caging me in
This is my life now,
And the sounds of the dead
Only remind me of a forbidden path
That only leads to insanity,
Pain that a soul can’t bear
Sorrow and loneliness,
That hides behind stubborn arrogance
But is slowly breaking me down
From the inside
The thoughts of her tear my soul a p a r t
A conceptual mortar bombards my thought plain
Could it be true? Could I produce something real?
Something tangible, other than an abstract idea
floating on paper or in my mind?
But, I didn’t even try! I did not try to play God!
God made her, not me…
She is too perfect
my other work all so bland,
It is too strange to be true…
I didn’t know I possessed the talent to produce grace or beauty
I must have plagiarized a better artist’s work.
Yet, her copyright bears my trademark.
I am no Architect of Man….
You must have came from angels.
I am at most a prophet, I suppose.
The work of God, its decided.
When she grows, I will tell her
Of her divine heritage…
2. "over the waters blue the night winds sigh, the breakers roar ... Samual Taylor Coleridge
Wailing wind amid strongest ocean storm
Night falls swiftly on tumultuous scene
Sailors aware for they have been well-warned
This is their reality not a dream.
Through long hours before sun ordains to rise
Neptune's wrath bombards with no sign of grace
Mariners strong, elements they defy
Lighthouse aids battle and fear is erased.
As ocean's tantrum slowly does abate
Sunrise breaks through the darkest of dark night
Yet, sailors' love of ocean 'tis innate
Phlegmatic, fearless men removed from fright.
Humour is sometimes used to cover up sadness
To deal with events that interfere with our gladness
Our body's defence
To protect us against
Depression when it bombards us with blackness