Best Combatant Poems
There once was a little mighty ant
Who was extravagant and arrogant
Known to be exorbitantly militant
She was so combatant and petulant
They nicknamed her My Commandant
One day she came across an elephant
Elegant and obviously dominant
She started on her typical rant
Then stopped and decided to recant
Both agreed it was all very insignificant
They chatted, it turned out the elephant
Was actually the ant's aunt
Suddenly the intolerant ant
Has become cheerful and exuberant
And now routinely breaks out in chant
Read on air by invitation ~ May 26, 2020 'WORDS & MUSIC'
AP: 2nd place 2020, Honorable Mention 2020
Mute
but immutable.
Unmoving, unmoveable;
timeless, yet tireless.
Solitary stalwart sentinel
surveils undulating horizon.
Aberrant, achromatic clouds
pock-mark the skies, as distant
rumblings herald his adversary's
latest gambit in their age-old conflict.
The wrath of a thousand crashing,
clashing, thrashing fists batter
against the beleaguered sentry.
Ceaselessly, remorselessly,
the maelstrom assails him.
But the foundations are firm and
noble gatekeeper stands steadfast.
Single-minded of purpose, placid
custodian morphs into combatant as
his luminous, voluminous blade carves
luminescent arcs through chthonic cloak.
Tenebrous tendrils wither and dissipate,
impotent under intense lambent onslaught.
His victory is only fleeting, as vanquished
foes are summarily supplanted by more of
their ilk in a seemingly continual surge.
Again and again, over and over, tormentor
presses the attack, exploiting any weakness.
Over and over, again and again, valiant warden
repels the barrage and despatches his enemies.
And so the pattern repeats endlessly, unabated,
as these eternal opponents jostle for position
in a perpetual cycle of aggression and defence.
Until eventually, finally, ultimately, the stale-mate
is broken; when Tempest's tantrum is tamed and
Blizzard's battalions have been banished, all is calm.
Tranquillity is able to reassert herself and order has
finally been restored; at least for the foreseeable future.
Obligations fulfilled, the triumphant Guardian can now rest.
Until the need arises again, until he's called upon once more,
he will wait patiently, watch diligently, in unflagging vigilance.
Forever resolute, a beacon of sanctuary, a symbol of hope, his is a
thankless task, but the Protector of Mariners will always be needed.
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(C) John C Michaels, 27 July 2017
For Eve Roper's "Lighthouse" Contest.
(1st Place)
It is not worth the pain inflicted
to continue our mutual fight
so let me be the first combatant
to wave the flag to make things right.
In an attempt to remove the darkness
that has crept into our life
I wave the flag that lacks any color
hoping it will restore the light.
We united together in marriage
born from a love so deep and pure
to stop this argument from ruining it
I wave a flag from the dress you wore.
I surrender to you completely
it’s not important to me who’s right
I hope the colorless flag that I wave
puts an end to this stupid fight.
white / for nette onclaud's Color My World contest / by Joe Flach
Where do dreams go if they die?
You can't put em in your pocket
You can't plant em in the sky.
And if you hide em in your heart
Then with you they'll surely die.
Where do dreams go, can they die?
When life just happens
You've fallen again and now running blind.
An unwilling combatant a greying specter
An emotional conscientious objector.
A Phoenix rising
Icarus hoping to fly
Once you dreamed so big
You almost kissed the sky.
Now all that seems like a faded picture
Faith sabotaged by doubt
A deadly elixir.
Where do dreams go when they die?
Were they actually there
Or merely a lie?
Did you dream in color or only black and white?
Were you alive when you believed?
Did you just hang on to the seed?
Or by faith let it go
Out of your control
Yet willing to still believe
That faith will let it grow.
Where did your dream go?
Is it alive
Or like a mirage in a desert
Playing a trick on your eyes?
Will you surrender to the camouflage of life?
Much like darkness tries to hide the night.
A peace treaty with deception
Void of light.
Where do dreams go when they die?
Let them say I was a simple, stubborn person,
hypersensative or insensative, a dispenser of partial justice,
a person of particular patience,
may those who encountered me in moments of bliss or blight,
in instances of charity, charisma or condemnation speak of me ruefully & beautifully,
some will surely say that I was apolitical, asexual, atypical,
an atheist an animist, a racist or an altruist, a want to be soldier,
a combatant for my liberty,
others, I suppose, that I was selfish as sin,
courteous like kindness, and furious as a frustrated phantom,
maybe they'll say I was gay or anticompliance,
I do not dare require truth, fact or fiction from my bifurcated biographers,
I only ask for their breath,
their rosey & ruse recollections of my life so stark,
let them say that they knew me,
let them say that I lived,
that I lived lovingly, lonesomely, and learnedly,
let them witness my reality like laughter in the dark -
J.A.B.
They must have thought that I was brought here to do the numbers....
Ninty-nine's einsteinium square dance razzle dazzle then you shuffle a masque ?
Halloween arrived although ushering in an unknown, mutation towards
These centripetal forces ? Ancient's prophecy to bring into fold of trembling
Foretold standing at their threshold love's thresher; combatant the messenger
If all else shall fail ? Indubitable, unto His heavens as her Angels whom know..
Quietus with hands full of good tidings this heart and a golden marionette ?
Crossing inevitables Mason-Dixon line; cyber space Spirits humanity; poetics Waterloo.
Oh, give me a home where everyone is free to roam,
sharing hugs and kisses with family and friends
Where there's nothing to fear 'neath the capitol dome
And my combatant countrymen have made amends
I want incivility to stop, ending the bitter hostility
Brother vs brother, hating each other with animosity
It's a misnomer to call ourselves "The United States"
when any topic discussed turns into chaotic debates
I desire a state of well-being; a country free of ill-health
Life is more important, compared to any material wealth
When did belligerence become accepted by so many?
What happened to smiles we wore? I no longer see any
If it were possible, I would paint everyone in a sepia hue
No blacks or whites; color would no longer have value
Medicine would not come with side effects that could kill
America would be great again because of man's goodwill
Freedom would belong to each man, woman, and child
We would respect nature and protect animals in the wild
Americans would live together in harmony; honor bound
Proud of our homeland, and once again world renowned
I long to see the U. S. have representatives who care
about our beautiful country, and keep oaths they swear
I want Old Glory to fly high, not used in domestic battle
dishonored by rioters, stampeding like a herd of cattle
Arguing over who's at fault has only brought us shame
What good are words and fingers pointing out the blame
I'm ready to move on and it's my hope that you are, too
Americans, remember what John Kennedy asked of you
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March 9, 2021
What You Really Want Contest
Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux
BEING INVISIBLE (THE IRONY OF IT ALL)
There is a Battle ongoing about an
invisible Being
Each side claims the ear of the One
before whom they're kneeling
But how do they know this invisible
Being at all
How is he identifiable should someone
on him call
One combatant side has demanded no
utterance of this Being's name
Such name spoken by humans would the
name defame
Now we have two sides admitting this Entity's
invisibility
But calling out prayers to such Spirit they feel is
their duty
The combatants can't say just Who they address
Invisible, no name, the heavenly switchboard
is confused they confess
So each to the other 's Being the adversaries
were then plugged in
Who told them all "I'm thru listening because
you're all full of sin"
A further conundrum is here to unwind
A Being all seeing but invisible, and above all no Name
And one more problem to add to the game
There are invisible lines on the earth's face
These are called borders and can't be erased
Everything's invisible and these people pray
to One with no Name
With lines unseen but all over that are plain
This is as obvious as pee in the snow
They're all nuts and to hell they should go
But of course hell is an invisible place too
Their war will be settled since they never knew
which Who's fighting the other one's Who
The bard’s tale begins here, without remedy,
This telling of here is, there is, and tomorrow is,
Predestined works of meticulous perception,
A prophetic hunter searching inside the anecdotal,
Over uncountable eons for his vague lucidity,
An eremitic nomad perceiving his journeys path,
Being sculpted and painted upon times medium,
Recurrently seduced by the thirst of obligation,
Into the pinnacle of death’s unabated progression,
Quintessential holy man distorted by august lunacy,
Avant-garde purpose and innate coolness,
A prophet of constant deviating certainty,
An amalgam of the inevitable impetus of here and then,
Derived from the presage of opportunity,
Distinguished by fate to eternally struggle,
As a combatant upon the fields of our history,
Revered triumphancy amongst pain ridden turmoil,
Swathed in esteem and overwhelming omnipotence,
The divine sojourner moves ever forward to eternity,
Polished in the ineffable glow of foresight,
He continues down the pathway to do his biddings
I will never forget and I will never forgive,
what the entire Bush administration did.
Make no mistake about it,
911 was orchestrated.
The Bush administration,
through many channels provided the funding,
that led to this tragedy forever known as 911,
which led to the slaughter of our children and innocent civilians,
fighting a war officially for Iraq's liberation,
but in reality that's a lie, it's all an illusion.
The Bush family
are major players in the oil industry,
and Iraq has a major source of oil coincidently.
The Bush family
also have contracts to supply weapons for our military.
The Bush Family Is Making A Whole Lot Of Money,
at the expense of innocent lives suffering and dying needlessly.
The Bush family is only one,
of a handful of global bankers seeking world domination,
and I hope the Bush family gives this a read,
because if I'm being slanderous I invite them to sue me,
but that will never happen because that would lead,
to all of the proof and evidence of this conspiracy,
which would then lead
to charges of Crimes Against Humanity for the entire Bush family.
Before you judge me as some nut bent on conspiracy,
would you do this *enemy combatant* a small favor please?
Do your homework, Research, READ.
The knowledge is out there and it's absolutely free.
*enemy combatant*
(as defined in former president George W Bush's Patriot Act)
- terrorist, terrorist sympathizer, anyone suspected of being involved in terrorist activity.
*enemy combatant*
(it's true definition)
- anyone who questions or challenges the government.
Enemy Combatants Have No Constitutional Rights
My big mouth regarding all of this,
has landed me on our government's "watch list."
My sharing all of the above will likely make my situation worse,
but I've nothing to lose at this point, so I don't give a flying curse.
I wouldn't "like" or comment on this post if I were you,
or you might end up on my government's "watch list" like me too.
heartbeat hammering
not looking back at treason
carried by the wind
2/16/2016
Poetry Contest: Instant Telegram -
Sponsored by: Nathan D.
STAYING ALIVE II – The Wheel
combatant with life
pure essence of blood and bone
in endless orbit
the flow through many houses
many loves hates many deaths
To Enter the Kingdom
us answered, “Very truly I tell you, no one can enter the kingdom of God unless they are born of water and the Spirit. 6 Flesh gives birth to flesh, but the Spirit gives birth to spirit. 7 You should not be surprised at my saying, ‘You must be born again.’” John 3:5-7 NIV
To Enter the Kingdom of God
You must be born again;
Born of water and the Spirit—
Entry to God’s Kingdom.
Welcome the word of God,
Implanted and rooted in your heart;
It contains great power—
The saving of your soul to impart.
The most powerful preaching of God’s word
Avails nothing unless the Spirit enlightens.
The Holy Spirit is its efficiency—
Against sin, our major combatant.
Through the Holy Spirit light appears,
As he enters the heart and mind.
So enter the Kingdom of God—
Death to the ‘old man’ to find.
The divine relationship between God and man
Is renewed by baptism’s power.
Be born of the water and the Spirit;
Salvation’s hope to devour.
To enter the Kingdom of God,
We must choose to be saved;
Baptism in the Holy Spirit,
Brings new life to be paved.
Baptism is a covenant
Between us and our Creator,
But it’s the power of the Holy Spirit
That is the new birth recreator.
To Enter the Kingdom of God,
Let your life be renewed.
Be graced by the Holy Spirit—
By his power become imbued.
© Copyright 2012 Maureen LeFanue
www.maureenlefanue.com
The Spirit of Fear
“7 For the Spirit God gave us does not make us timid, but gives us power, love and self-discipline.” Rev 21:1-5 NIV
The enemy attacks me with fear
And to that he adds confusion,
But when I surrender it all to God,
I am filled with heavenly wisdom.
God gives me purity of thought
And peace of mind as well.
He puts my life back in order
And cancels Satan’s mean spell.
The Spirit of Fear is enmity
To my Father and His righteousness.
It cancels out my relationship with the Lord
And blots out my peacefulness.
God’s love is my combatant
To the ugly Spirit of Fear.
Faith and love are the answer,
Bringing peace when heaven is near.
I avoid envy and self-seeking
That find their roots in evil’s confusion.
The Spirit of Fear’s to be laughed at,
When with faith I confront its chieftain.
God gives me purity of thought
And a Spirit that is gentle.
When I surrender the battle to Him,
He’s my protection and my mantle.
The Spirit of Fear is deadly,
And it permeates mankind.
But when we live at peace with all,
No foothold fear can find.
Let God’s love fill your soul,
So that fear fails to exist.
Fear falls into its own darkness,
When the love of God persists.
Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2012
www.maureenlefanue.com
The French word for ‘cockroach’ is ‘le cafard’.
In some contexts it can mean ‘depression’.
But for the soldiers always standing guard,
‘Avoir le cafard’ refers to boredom.
I’ve heard war has been described as follows:
“Ninety percent boredom, the rest: TERROR”.
It’s true for those hiding in their hollows,
Whether combatant or stretcher-bearer.
My times in combat zones weren’t too awful.
I heard the occasional “BOOM!” or “CRACK!”.
Of friends that I knew that went to Mosul,
Everyone (Some shrapnel wounds) made it back.
But I knew some who never came back home;
At least one who suicided at home.