Best Booby Trap Poems
The Ukrainian flag flies again in Kherson, it is a joy to see
The Russian army are running scared from Ukraines military
Russia pulled out its army saying it was a tactical move
But against Ukraines valiant army, they have a lot to prove.
Their so called special military operation is now lying in tatters
Total victory for the brave Ukrainians is now all that matters
Russia have had many setbacks you hear about them everyday
Ukraine will not yield to the Russians and are driving them away.
The retreating Russian army have now pulled back to the Dnipro River
With a harsh winter approaching I hope they get frostbite and shiver
They've behaved like wild animals and they do not deserve to live
It will be a cold day down in the furnace of hell before anyone can forgive.
But Ukraine remains cautious as the Russians beat a hasty retreat
Vladimir Putin is so thick skinned and he will not accept defeat
They've probably laid booby trap explosives, to inflict fatal injury
They don't care who they kill, be it innocent civilians or military.
Vladimar Putin will be removed from power, it is just a matter of time
I hope he's handed over, and in the Hague charged with his heinous crime
But for now proud Ukrainians celebrate, as their flag again flies in Kherson
I pray that in time we'll hear about Ukraines victory, and how the war was won.
Written on 12th November 2022.
It's raining cats and dogs on a dark and stormy night -
with such a stroke of genius, a poet starts to write.
Inane clichés he's banging out to beat the band,
a booby trap as big as life to bite the poet's hand.
It opens up a can of worms to catch the early birds
but with no bird in hand he'll have to eat his words.
The tropes are fresh as daisies, with infinite supplies
of broken-hearted lovers, and rainbow butterflies.
Garbage in and garbage out, it's fun and games for all,
to sell you down the river and drive you up the wall.
For if it's true a pen is more mighty than a sword,
then we're as good as dead, for to death we will be bored.
You might trip if caught in a flap
Or with your foot stuck in a strap
When flooring's criss-crossed
With bras she has tossed
You will need a booby-trap map
Job Description Board of the Middle East
The Sniper - not Palestinian
The Bomber - not Palestinian
The Thief - not Palestinian
The Terrorist - not Palestinian
The Child Killer - not Palestinian
The Burner of Tents - not Palestinian
The Group that blows up Hospitals - not Palestinian
The Rapist - not Palestinian
The Blocker of Humanitarian Aid - not Palestinian
The Exploding Pager Man - not Palestinian
Plant Bombs in Toys Job - not Palestinian
Booby Trap food on the starving - not Palestinian
Deprive Water to the Starving Job - not Palestinian
Genocide Promoter - not Palestinian
Financier of Genocide - not Palestinian
Propagandist for defending burning Babies - not Palestinian
Killer of Journalists - not Palestinian
Using Ambulances to murder civilians - not Palestinian
However all these positions are open
apply in Israel
they need more persons with zero morals
death is their only currency
My darling I know have put on weight
But I didn’t expect you to set bear bait
Now I am caught on the traps you set
The pain is intense and I’m getting upset
These boobies can no longer be concealed -
I hope the clamp marks will soon be healed
I will be starting my job as a sexy poll dancer
We need the money - this new job is the answer
Please will you hurry outside and release me
Don't think of charging me a clamping fee!!
29th August 2016
With one glance of her eyes you would turn to stone
her icy glare would chill to the bone
i talk about our Arabic teacher
a vile and very nasty creature
a shot in the head is not enough
for that creature is very tough
i would love to slit her throat with a knife
or maybe cut of her head with a scythe
a sprinkle of cyanide in her morning drink
or throw her in tar and watch her sink
booby trap her chair ,so it would explode
tie her to a car and drag her down the road
put her in a guillotine and chop of her head
stab her with a dagger and watch as she bled
put a bomb in her house and reduce it to ash
cut the brakes on her car so she would hit and crash
drive a stake through her heart and burn her with fire
get her assassinated by soldiers for hire
put a rope around her neck , and push her off a tower
throw acid at her in a hailing shower
maybe silver bullets from a silver gun
dip her in oil and into the sun
but nothing will work from what i have said
because you cant kill something that's already undead
BY: Mostafa Zaki
Please make me understand
Why we do the things we do
If you are cheerful, you feel good
If you are sad you hurt all over (Proverb 17: 22)
How can we help you?
If we didn’t know how you feel
You suppress; you kept it all bottle inside
Somewhere you hide, and you cried,
Why didn’t you come inside from that dark lonely place?
Asking others for help isn’t a disgrace.
Life is like a bend tree, it only stand tall when
The winds calms down, however, it toss and turn
When the Wind becomes strong
Why did you come in from that dark lonely place?
Like a proud, tall tree, he snaps
Asking for help wasn’t a booby trap
Bearing it alone was a choice to grow weak.
Once again he was a toddler and a bit meek
He said. “Mommy I am a big boy now”
“I can do it all by myself. So he murdered
Innocent little kids…
Hello Nigerian youth!
How are doing?
I salute your courage
I salute your resolve
To take back your country
Bedeviled by evils of unimaginable proportion
That threaten and becloud your future
You are leaders of today
Making you believe otherwise
Tantamount to fraud
Say no to divide and rule tactics
A booby trap to keep you subjugated
Stand firm and say no to intimidation
Your strength is in your numbers
Your strength lies in your innovative spirit
Your strength lies in
Your youthfulness
Your strength lies in your resilience
Today is your day
Rise and take what belongs to you
Arm yourself with your PVCs
Vote wisely and repossess
What belongs to you
It is now or never!
The one that perches on prey
Her target remains afraid
As her prey donate money into her trey
She sucks with all power and fray
Ostrich the undying lover of Osprey
Walking . . Flaunting her curvature spree
Hitting her victim with her eyes gray
As they became feeble and frail.
“Ogongo” the carnivorous African bird
Ever perking . . . jerking with long neck
Her long legs . . .fingers is a booby trap
The gigantic bird that can fly not, but run fast.
Her victims barely lives to tell the tales
For they devour in all rear with all gear
Ostrich the lanky carrier of all that kills
Donate willingly to all that cares.
Alayande Stephen. T
7.30pm
23rd of July, 2006
The nickname given to Skenke by Shaina
As the leader of all Ogongo ladies in the world.
See the human debris,
the scattered limbs torn apart
by shrapnel velocity
In so many Third World places,
the second-hand groan grafters
commit mercantile murder
in the first degree
Time encapsulated buried hatred
leech covetously
Flooding the colonial lands with booby-trap misery
Tick-tock waves of disfigurement crimes
against humanity
Collateral damage seep in deadpool faces ...
dark moral cavities,
where maimed charity bleeds
Mental scarlet stains of pain
are strewn everywhere
Empty eye sockets are separated
by full-metal piercings
Observe the void spaces between desensitized ears:
Lynch pinheads be blunt instruments
using indiscriminate force —
Spreading teary shattered hopes of detached fears
Awaken numb senses
to the non-negotiated reality
of prosthetic dreams
Dry sea of grief ...
landmine of crimson carnage
Deathly halt feelings collect the debt
paid by the broken living pieces
Why is there only morphine comfort
in hidden swaths of shame,
where phantom limb emotions
have metallic waves of saline releases?
Poor Mr. Mosquito gets a bad rap
In winter he takes a three-month nap
In spring and fall he's hardly on the map
~ In summer I use a booby trap
A woman will harness her boobs
Although they're the size of ice cubes
Because what girls see
Incites jealousy
And stuffing beats tying their tubes
How I knew one fine day
that you were the one?
I searched inside myself, asking...
"Is this indeed true love?
Do I feel the magic of her charms?"
Is her embrace as soft as velvet?"
I asked myself
"Do I feel vulnerable with her? Do I feel...
the squeeze of her hand whenever I hold it?
Is she but God's greatest gift to me?"
You are, my dearest. Your first touch
was a slice of heaven; a telling sign
you captured a piece of my soul..
I wondered...
"Does she reignite my smothered passions?
Does she give me a shoulder to lead on?
Am I lifted up when I fall like timber?"
I asked myself
"Does she break me free when
I find myself caught in the jaws
of life's booby-trap? Does she
show me the way out of dead ends?"
The answer to every question
was yes, my lovely Helen; that's how
I knew you were my soulmate,
the answer to my prayers
Date writted: 01/02/2021
While sidestepping impediments,
Achilles heel stricken with paralyzing zap
chronically inducing captain klutz
to bemoan and yap,
i.e. (think) booby trap
strategically laid down by the missus -
necessitating yours truly
to patschke with marauder map
in an to circumvent and handicap
becoming lame and crippled for life
essentially rendering me totally tubular
pathetic non-ambulatory chap.
Aforesaid dangerous tripping hazard,
the spouse I do calmly berate
causing me being waylaid
for very important date
and/or additionally hurrying
to forestall bowel movement,
viz urgent incommodious fate
mine impromptu tanglefoot (feet) dance step
doth ineluctably foment hate.
Ready to lash out courtesy sanity claws
meanwhile thee wife burst out with guffaws
me cursing Sir Isaac Newton's gravitational laws
one infuriated husband
our marital covenant, he swiftly redraws
subsequently divorce sputters
thru clenched jaws
underscoring how feigned wedded bliss
(actually shotgun marriage)
replete with many flaws
e'er since chance encounter
regarding future maternal cause
deux daughters we begat
packed their bags at tender age,
and left home without pause.
All these approximate
two score plus oddly even years
avoiding precarious hazardous risks wears
heavily reinforced steel tipped
crampon tricked out boots,
which rugged footwear eventually tears,
though they outlasted lifetime
predicted on advertisements and follow up
customer satisfaction questionnaires
as satisfied survivor traversing
harrowing riddled landscapes,
I feel adequately trained to join
most hardy (doubting thomas) mountaineers,
especially those with surname Reznick
livingsocial, snapchatting, and twittering in Switzerland
possibly linkedin with Harris heirs
this wordsmith conclusively blares.
I non-jokingly attest -
above recounted spectacle no humorous avail,
thereby true love moost prevail
when wife leaves mayhem and bedlam
nothing boot trail of destruction without fail
excellent preparation if/when
purblind poetic papa needs to learn Braille.
How many skeletons rest below the shores?
all over the globe?
How many are there?
How many booby-trap holes remain in them?
War Zone meadows?
How many are there?
How many little paws slumber in
Africa's thickets?
How many are there?
How many veils are raised to mislead the entire world?
Have they made amends?
How many are there?
How many ember strands sail the
Winter winds from the north?
How many are there?
How many teardrops are still falling to the ground?
among all nations?
How many are there?
How many osmosis lessons does it take to prevent
The next beginning of the end?
How many are there?
How many talks and acts of kindness were there?
Before emotional pain can heal,
How many are there?
How often does the school's skeleton whistle?
Wind wraps each bone.
How many are there?
How many voices did they hear among the voices of life?
Comatose children were chain-ganged.
How many are there?
How many storks nest as towers fall during a war?
And towns have vanished?
How many are there?
How many deer lose their food when tanks move?
Overly lush meadows of tender new plants?
How many are there?
Written: November 11, 2022