Best Combating Poems
Devoted family together, we grew.
Building strength, morals & virtues
Experiencing, accepting & learning
Trust & honesty, caring & sharing
Compromising & understanding,
WE LOVED!
United we reached & searched, we grew.
Affectionately sharing fears & tears
Engaging unrehearsed fun & humor
Enlightening the others hearts & souls
Genuinely amused & rejoicing,
WE LAUGHED!
Faithfully dedicating ourselves, we grew.
Committed to our individual life
Our own identities & styles to create
Achieving our goals & conquering strife
Temporarily reunite to enlighten & share.
WE LIVED!
Separate lives, our own realities unfold, we grew.
Apart combating our own failures & defeats
Our lessons & struggles abundant
With illuminated hearts & enlightened souls
Reminisce & commemorate our memories
TOGETHER WE LOVED, LAUGHED & LIVED!
"Turn on the television",
Says an angel munching popcorn,
At the end of each century
"What are the humans up to?"
15th Century:
Columbus exploring lands on unending voyages
Enchanting symphonies of musicians
Words printed publicly
On yet another note,
Empires waging wars for supremacy
16th Century:
Shakespeare sprinkles an era of Literature
Novel religions blend together
World marvels at inventions
Oh! Their foolish twist,
Struggling against man made plagues
17th Century:
Pascal, Boyle, Newton bask in glorious Science
Folks marvel at exquisite cuisines
Discover how universe expands
But humans need a change,
How about propagating slavery
18th Century:
Darwin and Berkeley penetrate philosophic minds
Austen explores societal strata
Mozart floats among harps
Well enough, humans think
Let's plot royal conspiracies
19th Century:
Civilizations soar with industrial revolution
Pasteur creates life-saving vaccines
Giant machines uplift cities
Isn't that much for now
Time to expand slave colonies
20th Century:
Theories leave immortal traces in all fields
Carbon dating, electromagnetic rays,
Nuclear reactions building spaceships
Humans have a different need
Devastating nuclear bomb thrills
Bored, angels switch to channel Earth
Only two decades past 21st century,
Interstellar voyages, flying planes,
A primitive human wouldn't believe,
But oh they can never change,
Bubbling venom of cold wars,
Dead humanity, tortured nature,
Cheap thrills of pointless debates.
"Okay that's been a while I say,
It is time to give them a taste.
At regular intervals in this century,
Humans with their wolfish greed
Surpassing idiocy need a pause."
Combating over money, religions,
Nature, opinions, nothing else
While humans oppose each other
Forgetting to ponder their doings
Angels and demons dance together
Letting nature throw up for a while
God laughs as he tunes for showtime,
"And now for something completely different..."
May 20, 2020
Id be lying if i said i didn't miss you.
That this home once a home now an empty shell, a reflection of the husk of a tenant surviving inside.
A half broken shell, combating the waves, damaged and worn by the salt of the seas.
I'd be lying if i said the scent of your skin doesnt linger in my mind, a depressing perfume, the ghosts of what could have been.
A bitterness cut into every cake i will ever make, a sour sting from the memories we once shared,before they were memories, when they were the moments of our love story, carved in fondant with sugar hearts and candy kisses.
Before Big Ben came crashing down around me in a quake of realization, that I will never look at roses the same.
Stabbed by their thorns too many times, their deep green claws digging into my heart.
What dangers hide behind such beauty.
I'd by lying if i said your name doesnt bounce around my head, dancing on my lips, begging to be spoken. Now a dirty word playing on my toungue and sliding down my teeth.
Id be lying if i said i don't love you anymore, that the anger had ripped through me and cut you from my cracked stone heart.
That the roses don't tempt me anymore.
"She Rides with Lions"
That Queen rides like God
She rides with Lions
like she could harness the Sun
Her many arms throw fierce Durga destruction
as She holds tight to what means most to Her resurrection
hidden and held in the arms behind her
like a Mother all Trouble untroubled
the cub hidden and held for protection
Her many arms throw fierce Durga destruction
like a Mother
losses arrive expensive with high cost in wars
the stolen Worlds in the dreams of Other
come undone
Her many arms throw fierce Durga destruction
as She holds tight to what means most to Her resurrection
until all retribution is delivered and done
Unbroken ephemeral creature
Amor plate in front
Lion Daemon
Candide Diderot. ‘24
“Durga's legend centres around combating evils and demonic forces that threaten peace, prosperity, and dharma, representing the power of good over evil. Durga is believed to unleash her divine wrath against the wicked for the liberation of the oppressed, and entails destruction to empower creation. Durga is seen as a motherly figure and often depicted as a beautiful woman, riding a lion or tiger, with many arms each carrying a weapon and often defeating demons.She is widely worshipped by the followers of the goddess-centric sect, Shaktism, and has importance in other denominations like Shaivism and Vaishnavism.”
Amor/french
Armour (English)
Armor (American)
Hatred
horrible, hurtful
confronting, detesting, combating
disagreement, discord, harmony, concurrence
appeasing, adoring, pleasing
wonderful, caring
love
By Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
1/9/2017
An innocent soul's placed
under enormous strain.
For reality's warped
in his abnormal brain.
As a bastard of lust,
he was rejected at birth.
And born schizophrenic
his life held little worth.
Delusional and trapped
his anxiety shows.
For he's always confused,
combating highs and lows.
He hears inner voices
telling him what to do.
And he can't distinguish
what is false from what's true.
In his mind, he's a child
trying his very best.
But as a man, he cries
cause he's not like the rest.
8/5/2015
“Cowboys” , big John Wayne starred.
Cowhands abandon him.
Call, joining the Goldrush.
Could greenhorn kids succeed.
Camp cook and chuck wagon,
Complete the trail crew drive.
Cow punching green schoolboys
Called on to claim their jobs.
Cimarron, the oldest,
Capricious, turned away.
Cow punching, green schoolboys
Combating bucking horse,
Caught on to rope, brand, herd
Cattle, and cow-horses.
Cattle drive is ready.
Cimarron follows close.
Cattle-rustlers kill Will,
Corralling all his herd.
Cow punching green schoolboys
Caught and killed the rustlers.
Complete the cattle-drive.
Cattle sold, gravestone bought.
Carved, “ Beloved Husband and Father”
8/22/2016
Not for contest:
Pleiades C
22 lines, 6 syllable each line
17th line 9 syllables
The Cowboys is a 1972 American western film starring John Wayne,
John Wayne nickname Duke
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Cowboys
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http://www.howmanysyllables.com/poem_syllable_counter_workshop/index
A speeding star or spaceship, no it’s SUPERMAN
Only a bat can tell who knows and sees, but as a caped crusader, one can feel the breeze being BATMAN
The Legend Of Justice, but the dialog being doom
A fight to the finish
But who will be victorious and distinguished
Both knowing good from wrong
A part where Evil doesn’t belong
Saving lives and combating crime for as long
Yet a fight that will go on
Ethnics where credit is due
But what challenger will come through?
The sun has turned completely red
The moon has turned a shaded black
The moment being the attack
But the innocent need to just stand back
Blows into throws
Imaginations drawing conclusions
A fight that might be long
A thought, what Marvel Hero should belong?
A past being a comic book
It was a boy’s look
One Marvel Hero fell
But I won’t tell.
With frayed emotions
the whisperer in the night
its paper-thin wings
combating inner demons
- release your anxiety
Dejected psyche
it's not a computer game
prove the demons wrong
deny their dark existence
- quiet with your inner thoughts
Your chase!
Reminiscing on the oceans I had to dry up
and the volcanos I had to ice up
just to capture the epicenter of your heart
well protected by strong canines
of your carnivorous standards.
Hanging with the clouds of the highest heights
and combating with the dragons
of the Amazon Forest
was worth all the efforts.
Your Love!
shines in vitality
attracting even the goddess of sexuality
as it preserves the indwelling desires of two hearts.
We stayed isolated in the entire world
at midnight, siting on the mountain top
the moon directly above us
showcasing our shadows
melted together with no space in between.
The stars, singing hymns of love
while the trees danced to the romantic melody.
Just the two of us
and the entire universe
bridged by space full of your praise as I behold my Queen.
Whose beauty compresses the wealth of Europe
and gentleness makes
the Dove and the River team up in envy.
Your absence!
Life endeavours have fixed
putting us in an equilibrium of distance
as I perish in a state; psychiatry has no definition.
In the midst of Adult Buffalos
you leave an unprotected Cub.
You aren't gone, just far away
yet I feel like a member of a loser's club
as love has converted me to a scrub.
Thinking I'd be as worse as
a depression endemic atmophere
with loneliness and plutonic cold its major contents,
unfortunately, my heart is its suburb
completely eaten up and infected.
What can make me lay for days
in the bathub;
rejecting everything beautiful and lovely,
and the ointment of darkness I rub?
To all these my Love!
Your absence is the nub.
But I need to stay strong
as I await the purification of your presence once again.
Powers of heaven
Shaken. Gates brought down
Deify. Defy urbanely
Programming genetically
Sub sonic sounds
Domestic mirage of liberty
Homeland invasion - Counter-intelligence
Conducted on our own nation
On us.
Claiming they must
In defense of supposed
Freedom
Islamic threats - Chinese Debts
Pakastani! Illuminati?
War is waged
In name of worship
Distractions we serve
Make sick
Poison - Inflict
Federal reserve
Printing our cage
Turning the page of peraphecy
Illusory trick
Consecrate history
Set the stage
For our hostile reality
To seize control
Take violent action
The end-times arrive
Prophetic signs
Humanity defiled
By our sons of Belial
Gods disdain
focus the iniquitous
Divine in malice
perfect unprejudiced
Expostulate vile villains
Nefarious hearts
No wealth of moral
Only moral is wealth
Engage the knave
Treat the sick
Combating against spiritual health
Can't run from sin
Cannot run from yourself
Dimensional Transcendence
Apocalypse
Accelerates the end.
This blood will rinse
Epoch
the animal called man is the hope
Of the undying world perfected with goodness
Constituted drive to recreate metamorphic beings
Bound profoundly to unmasked the universe of its beauty
Yet with hearts so devilish behind the mask
The animal called man is the noun of the world
With pronoun of change in the home and abroad
Land of hope they feel within the sky clapping
Their smiles a full moon of enduring mercy
yet with hearts as red as the furnace hell
Journey in the beauty of their kind
World crying on their mouth of deeds
No man, no universe but atmosphere
Combating with the cloud and roses
Yet they constitute the nuisance of the world
The man called man is the food
Of the earth when another phase opens
The grasses, insects and feeble ants rejoice
When a six fit is dung to welcome him home
Yet evil dwells mostly in their hearts of gold
The man called man is a special being
With the high spirit of creation with the marker
The world changes form in their dancing hands
second God creators of the beauty of the world
Yet their beauty creations damage their beauties.
Lear's & Lemo's
Written: By Tom Wright
1/4/99
With what we have
seems we're never content,
We reach for plastic
when our money is spent.
With more month than money
we'll figure the float,
Then like Investment Bankers
sit back and gloat.
We dream of a Lear Jet
or a chauffeured Lemo,
For we're tired of traveling
by truck to and fro.
While appearing content
we're reaching for more,
And what we can't spend
we'll invest or store.
We borrow from Peter
so we can pay old Paul,
Inwardly denying we're broke
just badly bent, that's all.
Money is at the root of all evil
I've heard it said true enough,
That must be why we hurry
to get rid of the stuff.
We return from the mall
with scrapes that bleed,
Packing all of our booty
most of which we don't need.
After an hour of unloading
with each thing in It's place,
It's painfully obvious
we need more cabinet space.
But we feel good for our part
toward combating inflation,
For while buying things on "sale"
we've helped save our nation.
But come the first of the month
we're paying bills again,
Then heading to the mall,
for to save would be sin.
So cut up your plastic,
and continue driving your truck,
Buy only what you need,
try saving that other buck.
While we dream of chauffeured Limos
and of Lear Jets to fly,
Truth is, we're extremely lucky
if ends meet and we get by.
So many have perished
In a fight for a cause
Combating fake demons
Built just for false wars.
Secular prejudice
Satan’s offspring at heart
Breeds daily with terror
Faith gives it a start.
Infidels’ against sinners
Spin the compass around
Sinners see infidel
There’s no middle ground.
Crusade is a jihad
Influences the same
Modern kings rolling dice
Powers greed is the game.
Young seeking a purpose
Congregate to war cries
Banquets for connivers
Serving articulate lies
Foot soldiers aren’t fighting
Against what they think for
Agendas so twisted
They've caused hundreds of wars.
Having experienced the Almighty’s goodness
to our dear Motherland ---
I envision her as constantly enjoying freedom bliss
vis-à-vis accountable responsibility-exercise
among people diligently led by government officials
exemplifying servant-leadership
as they earnestly seek the Sovereign’s guidance
in their endeavour with faith and practice
to fulfill our Constitution preamble*
with daily thanksgiving gesture.
In partnership with the authorities
I entrust to God …
… myself and fellow citizens
for the prioritization of family nurture
nourished with loving responsibility
strengthening home buttress
along virtue values’ pillars
promoting accountable parenthood
along children holistic development program
simultaneous with pedagogical endowments.
Beholding functional geriatric welfare at work
midst relevant andragogy advancements
I view my country with adults and grandparents
basking in their senior years, glowing
still met by physical, mental, emotional care
welcomed with psycho-social health accessibility
as everyone is braced upon hygiene
of sanitation anchor, exhorting cleanliness
recognizing ecological preservation
cognizant of next generations and their future.
With unity’s cord tied by blesed righteousness**
I cling to the Supreme Commander
for the prevalence of peace and order
midst imposition of lawful justice system
balancing truth with mercy
while reaching-out to the less fortunate
toward wholesome lifestyle betterment
vanquishing power-abuse
combating parasitic dependence-mentality
through the fruition of “Love thy neighbor as thyself.”
*PREAMBLE
We, the sovereign Filipino people, imploring the aid of Almighty God, in order to build a just and humane society, and establish a Government that shall embody our ideals and aspirations, promote the common good, conserve and develop our patrimony, and secure to ourselves and our posterity, the blessings of independence and democracy under the rule of law and a regime of truth, justice, freedom, love, equality, and peace, do ordain and promulgate this Constitution.
**Proverbs 14:34 Righteousness exalteth a nation: but sin is a reproach to any people.”
March 23, 2021
2nd place, "What You Really Want" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux; judged on 4/24/2021.