Best Combatants Poems
THE DALLAS COWBOYS
Can you not hear the rumblings of that distant herd coming,
The loud thundering of destiny’s champions crossing, the NFL
Field of dreams, beware the rampaging lightening team known
As the Dallas Cowboys, for they are the hail storms victorous
Breed, the eye of the hurricane riders, searching for their
Well-deserved trophy of fortunes honor!
Remove your cowboy’s hats of respect unto them, ladies
Curtsy with reverences motion, for these athletes are
Endurance’s best, and they shall overcome against
Any opposing finest challengers, these rangers of the
Old western traditions, that carry this country’s time
Honored name of the cowboy to the ultimate extreme,
Of skill and strength’s dexterity!
Dallas all plain drifters of purity’s valor, head to head
No bull horns about it, these are the champions of the
Gladiatorial games in the world of sportsmanship!
Yielding unto no oppositions combatants, these warriors
Hold their ground with distinctions sheer magnificence!
Let those world famous cheerleaders scream with every
Field goal achieved, for these beauties know that no
Other team in footballs annals will score, to the level
Of these good old boys, named by fame's hall of records,
The famous Dallas Cowboys, heehaw and God bless hum!
Now listen you city slicking team of sports hall of fameing
Seekers, you’d better go back to your home fields of
Advantages, for hear in this lone star state, we take no
Prisoners, and show no mercy to out lander's!
Here in the ALAMO state of freedoms calling,
We remember our heritage standing tall and
Proud against all odds, blazoned in bullets
Historical legends, our grand team barres
The name of fore-barriers proudly, those
Pioneer’s men known, as the all American
Cowboys!
These six-shooters whom rode the die hard tails,
Across a new world creating a country of freedom,
Where only the tumble-weeds rolled, and desert dust,
Coached a man’s thirst almost to madness!
Now in traditions sport of men, a new team of desperado’s,
Threatens this lone star state, but have no fear my fellow
Texans for our Dallas Cowboys will send them packing,
With a good old boy’s field goals smacking, so I’ll cheer
Them on, waving my hat in the evening air, yelling heehaw,
Go get hum boys!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
FOR LINDA THE DESTROYER
ROCK ON SISTER POET
How would the world react,
too the verity of Al-'Alaq?
Would the unbelievers believe,
would the dissenters assent,
would combatants humble thyselves?
I've seen the bloodstone,
i've held it many times...
i've written about it...discreetly,
in a short series called,Laskrizon,
many have quested,many have questioned,
but,the one thing you cannot
........is doubt,
once you behold it's wonderful uniqueness...
*sura 96
'Twas an ominous moment when rode into town
To its marshal defy and outdraw and gun down
A notorious, murderous varmint named Slade
Who had widows and orphans throughout the west made.
The next morning, as destined, they met on the street
To for title of gunfighter finest compete.
Marshal Matson, with duty to outlaw arrest,
Versus Slade, risking life in the ultimate test.
At a distance the townspeople gathered to see
The historical challenge that thrilling should be.
Two tall figures unconquered and stoic and brave,
With the loser interred in a premature grave.
Foes whose shadowy faces beneath Stetson brim
Wore expressions determined, ferocious, and grim.
Hands were poised over holsters attached to their thighs,
Jaws were set, hands were steady, and angry were eyes.
Doomed to sprawl in the dust would be gunslinger slain,
While the victor would toasted and honored remain.
Marking one more rash braggart whose lifetime is done
Would be notch newly carved in his pearl-handled gun.
No one knows who drew first for the blur was too fast.
Barrels blazed in a loud, simultaneous blast.
Then a second and third and again and again
Until chambers were empty, but still stood two men.
Errant bullets great havoc had caused all around.
Precious water was gushing from tower through holes.
An unfortunate, low-flying buzzard was downed,
Signs were dangling from hinges, and riddled were poles.
From the crowd that was watching arose a great roar,
But of laughter, not cheering as always before.
The combatants, embarrassed and hanging their heads,
Scurried back to concealment in brothel room beds.
All night long drunken witnesses filled the saloons
To guffaw, raise a rumpus, and target spittoons.
While on opposite ends of the town slinked away
Into darkness two shadows disgraced on that day.
So astoundingly awful and wayward was aim
That the pair's reputations were never the same.
Butts of jokes the names Matson and Slade have since been.
Still remembered for showdown that neither could win.
A cacophony of cheers
Sand sprays like fireworks
From feet, hands, ball, hair.
Four women, two-a-side,
In a battle for the ages.
A motion of fluidity and a
Knowledge brought forth
From years in the fray.
Sun, rain, the elements,
Just more adversaries
In a long procession of
Combatants put asunder
By their clear dominance
Of a gritty game of volleys.
The Americans had few
Times met with struggle
Along their long journey
Toward the gilded yellow
Badge of Olympic honor,
But this night the glint in
The eye, the coordinate
Movements of limbs and
Lengths and deliberations,
The perfection of intents
And wiles and exertions,
Would not birth triumph,
But instead place a bitter
Pill flat on their tongues.
But such is the bare truth
Of warfare, and such is
The coming of wisdom ...
For without that sour taste
And constricting swallow,
We have no estimation
Of the finer, sweeter things
That the battlements of
Life hold within their walls.
Gold knows no favorite,
Nor does it gleam in the
Eyes of the fortunate only.
Momentum true is the key
And this night it flowed
For the sake of those
Whose feet knew this
Beach as their own ...
Who felt their home and
Peoples and affinities all
In the grainy coursing of
Cold granules underfoot,
And sometimes, when
The heart has the peace
Of its OWN around it, that's
All the difference needed.
But character outshines
The most precious ores,
And in that bold and true
Respect, our wonderfully
Beautiful and courageous
Girls of Stars and Stripes,
Shall ALWAYS stand at
The top of the podium,
And the anthem of our
Appreciation and pride
Will always play in their
Ears ...
We love you, Kerri
Walsh Jennings and April
Ross, and you are, without
Question or argument,
The very BEST.
Peace is though difficult
Yet not impossible to uphold,
All the kings of the states
Must remain self-concerned,
Without poking noses
Into the affairs of others,
Curbing cupidity
To expand the territories,
Subjugate the nations of the world,
Enforce the so-called personal visions,
And put the humanity
Into new-fangled trials.
All the weapons
Latest, conventional or primitive,
Precious or utterly worthless,
Nuclear or less potential
Made of common explosives,
Be spoiled,
Be thrown into the deep waters
Of the unexplored seas,
Wherefrom no devilish character
Could ransack them back.
When some is killed
Neither Hindu, nor Muslim,
Neither Christian nor Jew is killed,
But a man: a child of Adam and Eve,
The same red substance
Pours out of his injured ragged body,
And it pains me.
All the weapon producing units,
And the blood spattering gadgets:
The tanks and cannons,
Mortars or machines guns,
The armadas
With the squadrons of fighter-jets,
Submarines that navigate
Secretly chase the nautical targets,
Catapults and all the missiles launching frames,
Be thrown into furnaces
To be remodelled and redesigned
Into of the earth moving machinery,
Instead of the appliances
Colouring the Earth red.
All the medals or symbols
Of chivalry be taken back,
Combatants and men
With the crowned shoulders,
And medalled chests,
Who often move in the battle-fields
Puffed with the martial pride,
Imparting, rendering
No service to humanity
Be employed to plough the lands,
Plant the gardens,
Make the dams and reservoirs of water,
Feed the cattle and get them milked on time,
Engaged them
To perform some rewarding assignments.
Upon the earth,
There must not be a single
Blood-claiming weapon;
If men are incensed
And fight is unavoidable,
They must fight with knives and rapiers,
Swords and shields made of gossamer,
All the time heeding
Lest they should break;
And all inhabitants of the world
At least once a day must trim their nails,
Lest when they are indignant
And resentful should scratch
The skin of fellow beings or their own.
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
this will be good and slippery
in a whistling fall from grace
feel free to edit in a picture of your choice
the more grotesque the more accurate
while glancing at your wrist watch
over and over when you knew
your 30 seconds was up centuries ago
we agree to be controlled
he said speaking in archetypes
here then is my plan for world conquest
say Bob that was some intro
right you are Nick
and just what the tired evacuated
non combatants at home needed
you know Bob our audience should be issued guns
right you are Bill the results would be immediate
h-h-h-howdy there f-f-fans
g-g-glad to see you all p-p-packin
ha ha ha ha ha good one Bill
who does your thinking for you by the way
OK you've been briefed
if I wrote as few words as possible
the page would be blank
and useless as a postmodern hit man
speculating on the utility of spectacles
driven by a fear of the ordinary
in an ideological trance
at this point it could go either way
even reality is an approximation of reality
but there is no question of stopping
onward he plunged sarcastically
into a semiotic twilight of the gods
everything red shifted in a bar stool curse
too many crevasses on this ice berg
blinded by white phosphorous
receptors wide open overt and undeniable
incorrect labeling why is it a necessity
would you know your number
if your number was up
he stood before his firing squad
snickering and giggling and rolling his eyes
got a last cigarette
I have to smoke I'm a witch
the squad broke up with laughter
pissed their pants
and shot the lieutenant
if I'm in this much trouble now
God help me tomorrow
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
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Simper Fi
Lest We Forget
Written: by Tom Wright
12/15-04
Our soldiers lie not hidden in foreign soil
Forgotten, to lie alone throughout the ages.
For we dare not forget the cause or toil
Of those lives curtailed by numberless pages.
Defenders all, of a freedom we hold unfailing
O how it seems that during war, time does lag.
A rifle salute, a folded flag, a mothers wailing
Await those heroes returning in a body bag.
And those, the living, harbor no resentment
Having lived this tragic event and surviving.
In life, forever seeking just to find contentment
Leaving Iraq so changed, from their arriving.
Since time began Freedom hasn’t existed
Where willing combatants stood not in the gap.
True peace will never come, but be resisted
For evil is the cornerstone of Satan’s trap.
RED DOOR (collaboration)
by~ Benita Margaronis
War Of The World Death, pain, blood,
Shell-shocked men, suffering and darkness.
It's all they ever saw.
Soldiers thinking about their lives.
Rotting flesh and the whimper of dying men with their bodies half blown off.
Other soldiers shooting them in the head to end their pain.
The shattering sound of an explosive destroying life and more ground.
Blood and body parts spray through the air and spread throughout the ground.
Total emptiness and nothingness.
Mounds and mounds of biting bodies and horses.
Scattered planes, tanks, trucks and others.
Burning guns and oil.
Because the world went to war so much was lost for so little gain.
The war of the world shall never be forgotten.
by~ Poet Destroyer
War of the world Sacrifice.
Doors tainted red, tragedies never forgotten.
Mediterranean swept the soul of combatants without a word to say.
A war so defiant both sides lost more than humanity to each other.
Prisoners, white flag surrendering, shot in the head with no remorse.
Brave soldiers wiping off the blood of their face like a tear.
Men in fetal positions crying hard like the day they were born for*mom-MA.
Soldiers pocket full of notes and dog-tags for a loved one.
Achievements that followed death without a mother's hand to hold.
Chaotic news and telegrams traveled without a moment to spare.
A flag brought to the door painted black.
Mothers falling to the floor broken hearted.
Because no one can mend the courage one gave to us today.
The war of the world shall never be forgotten.
A collaboration with * Benita Margaronis
My collaboration contest
Ukraine has got chemical weapons, the Russians claim
That are being used against their soldiers to kill and maim
And those apartments you see blown to smithereens
Are only illusions that we see, on our TV screens.
Russia claims actors are used and are pretending to be dead
Evil Putin is using propaganda to get inside your head
Russia called a ceasefire so that non combatants could flee
Then his army opened fire on them, how ruthless can they be
Those images you see of the old and infirm, trying to get away
Are just old folks enjoying the sunshine out for the day
With their worldy possessions in a supermarket bag
Doesn't make any difference that they're waving a white flag.
And those generous Russian soldiers handing out food
Is just lies and propaganda they're trying to delude
A false flag is another ploy that the Russians use
To distort and hide the truth then carry out abuse.
A Russian jet has now carried out a devious strategy
Firing at a small town in Belarus called Kopani
This is the perfect excuse, that Belarus has been looking for
They'll blame the Ukrainian airforce and enter the war.
The besieged Ukrainian cities, need food and medical aid
But supplies are stuck in Poland, is the west really afraid?
Nobody likes violent war but sometimes it's the only way
And those carrying out atrocities. must be made to pay.
Written on 11th March 2022
Hats off to the leaders who
Altered our lives
Proud to honor the
Patriotic pioneers atleast once in a
Year,on the day when we got freedom
In the rain,in the snow,torment
Night and day,its their
Deep patriotism
Exhilarate them to fortify their
Pride nation against
Execrable agonies.
Never worry about
Demise,the Militants are
Exemplary persons should be honored
Not just today,but everyday.
Combatants protect and make us
Enjoy the freedom
Do remember them in this
Auspicious occasion with gratitude.
Yay-A very happy Independence day
To firefighters charging toward danger
As people run the opposite direction
To safety; literally walking through
Raging fire and smoke to rescue
Those trapped inside their burning homes
Thank you
To social workers, youth mentors
Doing their best to assist people in need
Cope with problems they’re facing
To improve their lives
Thank you
To doctors and nurses healing the sick
And saving lives every single day
Notwithstanding the stress of their jobs
Thank you
To the cops serving and protecting
Our communities; doing their jobs without
Ever using excessive or deadly force
Thank you
To those volunteering at food pantries
Providing goods for low-income families
Or even poorer people; unlikely to be
Thanked by Academy Award winners
Thank you
To those intrepid American soldiers still
Engaging enemy combatants in the battlefield
For the love and service of their country
Leaving none of their fallen infantrymen
Behind in trenches
Thank you
Date written and posted: 04/18/2019
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.
I can see the dream I'm dreaming
It's so beautiful, so alleviating
It's the alliteration of everything compelling
It's an epitome of petulant imaging
It's me metamorphosing into greatness
Bearing the trophy of poetry highness
I can feel the gaiety on my success
And the scenery of my upliftment
But it's only a dream, not reality
It's just a film in my head, not an actuality
It's the absolute notion of melancholy
The maestro of maudlin deformity
It's a prototype of an implicit onerous display
A melodrama that reclines on a fairy tale
The model of an unswerving galling replay
Like a pungent smell, unwanted but makes it's way
I can't triumph over over-lords of the pen
I can't defeat the dominating combatants of content
I can't outsmart the ten over tens
I just can't win this contest
But I CAN do one thing
Dream of my WIN
RECIPE: “Poulet Roti” French Style - Ballade “Le Chant Royal” - 10
STANZA IX
Snubbed by Churchill, de Gaulle’s June 18th appeal
Saves not crushed Rouen, Paris to liberate
Triumphant Le Clerc hurries after ordeal
Did not Liberation make Resistants great
Nazi Chief’s deaf ear lets not Hitler burn Paris
Do the sacred cow Resistants scorn hubris
“Now e’en Presidents fear veteran Police!”
Ditto whole appareil judiciaire en lice!
Not till the last of veteran Combatants
Take Bastille Day’s Arc de Triomphe honoured place
Nor till Allied Forces be hailed true Conquérants?
ENVOI
Overnight the mother serves as plaything nice
For lawyers judges politicos police
All Free-Masons none resist as Resistants
No place for father and son in such premise
Nor till Allied Forces be hailed true Conquérants?
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017