Best Crossfire Poems
Atmospheres afire with devotional dynamic desire
I call scarlet jasmine crimson vermillion and ruby red
We are caught in a crossfire as we perkily perspire
And cupid carries our hearts to our betrothed bed
Angels dancing on choreographic clouds entrancing
Rainbows reunite over melodious meadows green
Our love advancing with rhythmic rivers romancing
Celestial counting on the midnight’s stardust cuisine
Two sensuous souls entwine and carousingly combine
Our ebullient hearts of eternity lost in orchestral oblivion
We shall everlastingly dine with roses and wedded wine
And our love will softly sail across the majestic meridian
For we have caressingly called on cupid for a love divine
In ambient adoring skies that the harmonic heavens align.
July.25.2017
Best romantic write May-July 2017
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Categories:
crossfire, love, passion, romance,
Form:
Sonnet
In a land torn by evils cruel hands
where innocence once thrived in golden sand
echoes now haunt barren torched lands
of children lost, tears fall in graves of pain
Fourteen thousand souls, too young to know
caught in the crossfire, victims oppressed
their laughter silenced as dreams cut short
in a horror of genocide where all limbs bleed
Babies cradled in arms, so tender and small
now lie cold and lifeless, victims silent in white shawls
their tiny hearts, once filled with hope's embrace
now silenced forever in a merciless disgrace
The army's march such ruthless crimes
leaving devastation in its tide
families torn apart by Israels cruel wand
as they mourn the loss of those they held fond
Oh, may their memory be a solemn vow
strive for peace and harmony, lets end sorrow forever now
for in the wake of such unfathomable hate
lies a plea for humanity to erase this state
Categories:
crossfire, dark, discrimination, evil,
Form:
Quatrain
Where will tomorrow take us
Only God alone can tell
A brighter future a cloudless day
Or an earthly living Hell
How much of its our doing
How much is down to me
Is the fate laid out before us
A future meant to be
I know I've tempted fate before
At least a time or two
Risked life and limb and maybe more
I'd risk it all anew
Cos life for me's a wonderland
A journey to behold
A beautiful utopia
For the young and for the old
Til man exacts his dominance
Over everything he can
And mortgages each single soul
Of every living man
A banking led dystopia
Indebtedness their aim
We're caught here in the crossfire
In a costly Rotschild game
The year is sixteen ninety four
And a deal is on the cards
The notes are shilling loudly
From the moneylenders bards
Twelve hundred thousand reasons
Mortgage woman, man and child
The deal's been done, the trap's been sprung
The laughing Joker's wild
The Devil dealt a crooked hand
The rules weren't Heaven sent
The loans they pays a kingly ransome
The bets at eight percent
Inflationary stirms prevail
Nations drowningbin the flood
The odds now stacked in favour
Of a deal they signed in blood
Now money's just a token
The game is truly up
Their sleight of hand's been deftly played
They fill their debtors cup
Human lives collateral
As the game stacks in their favour
No money's needed anymore
The game is theirs to savour
Where will tomorrow take us
Only God alone can tell
The Devil deals in dying folks
His deals a living Hell
The game's a crooked one we know
It's plain for all to see
And the fate laid out before us
Is down to you and me
Categories:
crossfire, business, corruption, depression, evil,
Form:
Rhyme
How did you become featherless
Angels are always blessed and do bless
Standing too close to the fire
Devil got me in a crossfire
Make sure you always tell God yes
Categories:
crossfire, angel, blessing, fire, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Words,
a mouthful of sonic projectiles,
little payloads of hurt,
rage-tipped,
enough pain
to stop any assailant,
ready to explode into the
few feet of air between
you and the target,
punch through,
expand.
No entry wound,
no exit wound,
all internal trauma,
capping verbal crossfire
in a little
domestic drama.
Split-second decision.
Do you pull the trigger,
claim victory,
and concede a kind of defeat?
Or do you uncock the hammer,
knowing there'll be
casualties,
one at
each
end?
Categories:
crossfire, abuse, anger, feelings, hurt,
Form:
Free verse
Ring in, ring out
Ring in, one comes in
One leaves the world
One feels the cold
One strikes the gold
Ring in, two just started there journey
Two just decided to go there own way
Two dreams about there plan
Two dreamers crash into the light
Ring in, three little kids play on the street
Three little kids get hit in the crossfire
Hear the silver bells ring
To celebrate;
or to mourn;
Hear the glasses cling
As they hold them up
Ring in,
Ring out...
Categories:
crossfire, blessing, destiny, goodbye, hope,
Form:
Lyric
100 years ago a war began,
A war that severely scared man.
Bullets flew, bombs exploded,
Lives were lost and morals eroded.
100 years ago a war continued,
Causing deaths to increase by a multitude.
Caught in a crossfire deep in a trench,
Disease ridden and with a horrible stench.
100 years ago a war ended,
Yet there were many wrongs never amended.
Of families waiting for the loved one they yearn,
Waiting for the ones that never return.
At this very moment I lie on a bed,
Free from tyranny and bloodshed.
My heart pulsing with gratitude of what I know,
Of the sacrifices made 100 years ago.
Categories:
crossfire, death, deep, inspiration, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
Most go into a relationship protecting and guarding their heart
I do the opposite, mine is open wide right from the start
Others have built bricks around theirs, that have to be torn down
I slowly put up a layer each time a hurt makes me frown
With each rejection, disappointment, another layer gets laid
It's beyond my control, swish, swish goes the spade
Unkind words, untruths, the layer of bricks climb higher
Until my heart is safely buried away from the crossfire
Now protected by the bricks, I become emotionally detached
Only now able to see why we were inevitably mismatched
People love in different ways and have different needs
Next time I'll find a matching heart, before I plant my seeds
In time, the bricks surrounding my heart will turn to clay
Then dissolve into dust, for I'm too optimistic to live in dismay
The dust will be eventually blown away by someone with a open heart
And thus be the reason why every other relationship has fallen apart
Categories:
crossfire, moving on,
Form:
Rhyme
The river smells like damp cotton this morning,
the weather has been so complimentary to our exertions
frost invades the nights nicely and soft sunshine comforts our faces in daytime,
we have been averaging 26 miles per day for more than a week
which gives us fat optimism that we'll reach the he Mandan villages before November,
our sense of serenity and ease is abruptly shaken by a suspicious sight,
from the boats we notice , not far inland
a settlement abandoned to arid earth and the whispers of sullen fate,
with a detachment of 12 men
this broken place in paradise is searched
with the circumspection of armed archaeologists,
from wood and rock totems
we have surmised that this village belonged to the Arikaras,
evidently, they systematically left here, or were decimated by some terrible force,
a gutteral roar rips into my ears
as I see the most monstrous beast of my life,
it is the great grizzly bear, wicked in temper and simply petrifying in stature,
about 40 yards away Sheilds stumbles out of an Arikara sod lodge
as the grizzly emerges from it's liar, standing upright like a tower of terror
fangs in the air and claws ready to thrash
Sheilds buries a slug right into it's chest from 10 feet away
sounding like a large stone plunging deep into water
white panic stretches his face while the beast stammers for a moment,
there is no time for him to reload
and he starts running to the canoe faster than a fuse
several of us take aim and unleash a crossfire of lead
pegging the bear every which way halting it's chase
and with the speed of a two horse wagon it's running to the brush,
we forgo the hunt and evacuate to the canoes,
enough has been seen here,
J.A.B.
Categories:
crossfire, adventure,
Form:
Epic
Spirit broken again
Her spirit was broken again
as the police broke the news!
Her beloved Enrique had just been killed
shot three times,
caught in the crossfire of gang violence
in Toronto's west side.
Helena,35, now was left hopeless, and in despair
how could she care for her 3 children?
You see, Helena was a refugee from war torn Syria. Sadly, she had lost both of her parents about 2years ago, they died when an artillery shell blasted their little apartment in Aleppo. At least they died together in their sleep.
Helena was crushed, obviously,
by the sudden news,
and her spirit was broken.
Her husband, Enrique who was in a settlement camp in Germany, called with the news that he qualified for refugee status and the whole family could start a new life in Canada.
Elated, Helena picked up,
all the little pieces of her broken heart and spirit,
and what was left of her family, and headed for Canada.
Helena and Enrique were so excited to have finished their English course, and Enrique had been working for two months, at a food distribution center in
Brampton. Their new life together as a family had just got started and then this tragedy! Helena was watching the news of a tragic shooting never imagining that it was her husband, who was killed...and then the knock at the door!
God help her!
John Derek Hamilton
September 22,2016
Categories:
crossfire, bereavement, death, heartbreak, humanity,
Form:
Narrative
It began as a lovely September, 2001, at least, it should have been.....
somewhere lost in the crossfire, between summer and fall
days growing short, and evenings long
But, things now warped into a sense of surreal. What was seen, could not be real
As if bifocals were mixed in a bin, out of focus, rim to rim
I've asked to borrow a broken pencil, I find paper blowing in the acrid wind
my fingers shake with tensile fear....and, I write a goodbye.. I don't know why......
An edifice of a city, shades of gray, smoke, and ash,
stony faces, and rubble, of ruin and glass
littered streets, silent people, crying people in shock
A playbill, lost and frayed, blowing into my face
It began as a lovely September, 200l, or it should have been.....
Sirens, shattered concrete, sidewalks, shepherding the living into
the arms of someone, or maybe, .... into the arms of no one
Someone is borrowing a cell phone, ... there is smell of burnt sulfer
Bridges, crosswalks, that will take them back into calamity, .. our new reality
Someone lends me a broken pencil, I find paper blowing in the acrid wind
I write a goodbye... I don't know why......
It began as a lovely September, 2001, or it should have been....
_____________________
10/3/14
For The Challenge "Chopped"
Sponsored By Craig Cornish
Categories:
crossfire, history, holocaust, loss, remember,
Form:
Free verse
How can a stranger standing at the corner,
leave me breathless, in a trance... I ask you?…
What are the chances, in such a moment,
one brief encounter could change a life?
You were the sunlight, after the rain fell
leaving me defenseless. Makes no sense at all. ..
So, how to explain it? A spell, that is nameless
Nothing will ever be the same
~
How can it be? Can this be really happening?
Or is it just a dream?……
A chance encounter, that fate designed for me?....
But now, I'm floating on a cloud
~
Unlikely strangers, after the thunder,
waiting for traffic, to let us move on
Then came the static, something like magic
flashed to light the afternoon
___
There was a rainbow, on the horizon
rising against the blue, a sign to tell me
Spellbound, I'm flying, ... I'm realizing
suddenly my world is something new!
I've found tomorrow, standing at the corner,
under a stoplight, and after rain fell
There at the crosswalk, lost in crossfire…
Dare I hope you felt it too?
~
Now everyday, we cross paths at the corner, and
I've seen you come, and go …….
I'm left to wonder, do you know?
And could you feel the same way that I do?
What are the chances, someday on that corner
you'll take my hand, and know that it's forever?
With recognition, divine intervention
We'll never walk alone again….... again…………again….
………………………………………………………………..
Lyrics for music written by Kevin Kern "Chance Encounter"
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Y1hDSBlvkU)
Inspired by the contest: "Fun With Lyrics"
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
2/5/18
Categories:
crossfire, feelings, longing, love, romantic
Form:
Lyric
I fight inside myself
but I am a paper warrior
rock and scissors had their way with me
cut up to shreds and pulverized to bits
I fight inside myself
but always hold the white flag
crying as rockets fly around me in the night
helpless and under-skilled
I run serpentine and aimless
bullets in crossfire
I fall into a hole
mud sucks at my shoeless feet
I scratch as I am climbing
the enemy surrounds me
laughing at my plight
I fight inside myself
and always lose the battle
defeating both sides
in simultaneous seppuku
laying on the ground
swords of truth buried inside
disemboweled with head hung in shame
I lost at my own game
I fight inside myself
but I am a paper warrior
rock and scissors had their way with me
cut up to shreds and pulverized to bits
Categories:
crossfire, abuse, anxiety, betrayal, depression,
Form:
Free verse
The sharp horn of the rhino cannot protect his kingdom
The ivory cache of the elephant cannot buy his freedom
Hide the bullets from the machine gun
He aims at his children and fellowman
The sharp thorn of the boma cannot protect his village
From the suicide bomber who seeks only to pillage
His pride 'The King of the Jungle' is shot
Hunted and endangered by the men for sport
Shave his beard to give him a new expression
Take off his old veil to shed his radicalization
African minds aspire for a new economic empire
Aiming for the west, Africa is caught in the crossfire
Categories:
crossfire, africa, freedom,
Form:
Rhyme
HONOR in Death ?
Disgraced victory.
Lost life...last breath...
still warm on soft lips.
Glassy eyes cloud.
Tears fade away.
Trembling fingers
touch a face.
Cheek bones...
those dimples,
that nose
oh, the chin.
Eyebrows...long lashes,
what a BEAUTIFUL face.
Close the lids slowly.
Tears fade away.
TV channels change.
Mothers CRY and embrace
a lifeless body.
Child of crossfire...
NINE
maybe TEN.
A gang.
Then blame.
Retribution takes place.
The broadcast continues,
another innocent LOST.
No time for FEAR...
Neighbors on watch.
Reports - information
policeman in blue.
LOOK in the distance,
an I D is made.
STOP POLICE !
Dogs on the Loose !
Suspect caught in midflight.
News Flash...ARRESTED.
Praise the Lord,
Hear our prayers...
keep our children
SAFE tonight.
Warm breath
on soft lips
the TEARS FADE AWAY.
Categories:
crossfire, death, heartbroken, prayer, violence,
Form:
Free verse