Best Death And Destruction Poems
Having been a journalist for the past forty years, now ready to make my final accord, I had to cover this one last story. My days have been long, and my shuteye has been short. In a small village with a population of a few hundred people, I stopped in the only tavern there to interview some of the patrons. The old rustic looking place had every window broken and no doors left standing. Seeing the faces of the patrons when I stopped in almost told the stories of what they have been witnessing the past few weeks. Most everyone seemed to be shellshocked and afraid. Little talking and silence filled the atmosphere, with the exception of some loud outbursts from the tavern's owner. "Free brew for everyone" he continually shouted! As you can imagine, there was "SRO" (standing room only). So, that being said, it was easy for me to interview most everyone. Everyone had their own versions of what they had witnessed, yet they all seemed very similar. "Death and destruction, death and destruction, death and destruction over and over. I went through a box of tissues hearing their sobbing stories. Again, the owner shouted out- "Free brew for everyone" he gave it out until every last drop of his unique home-made beer with cinnamon and cocoa had been drenched from his kegs. Never had I ever tasted such a fine beer before. it was sadly enjoyable, because I assumed it would be the last of it made for a very long time. "What do you call this wonderful tongue-taster I asked the tender/owner" He replied- My friend, I call it "Death and Destruction"
it was a fine beer
sadness and tears filled their mugs
death and destruction
this was written strictly because she wanted to bet and i won!
I WONDER IF ONE EVER FEELS HEAVY IN HEAVEN
I will sing you to a star
No matter how very far
I will bring you to the sun
No matter how slow or fast we run
The skies will play you a rhapsody
But I will write and arrange the melody
A reverie will reveal itself within your amber eyes
as angels sing harmony to your softened sighs
I will take you with my song to peaceful universe
And while we’re there I’ll write you another lovely verse
This one will be about our love sanctified and so strong
And we will reside there no matter how short or long
I will tell the strings to play pianissimo if you please
And you will giggle when a moonbeam tickles you to tease
Your beauty will write the words and by I the music made
But honey, we must hurry before that star begins to fade
So let me play you a symphony with the silken strings of my heart
And as we take flight we’ll hear the piano play its pertinent part
I will conduct the orchestra as conductors always do
And when I swear to sing you to a star sweetheart, believe that it’s all true
© 2011.….Poefree
I NEED MYLANTA, PEPTO BISMOL OR SOME SUCH TONIC TO STOP ME FROM PUKING
AS A RESULT OF THIS POEM......BUT FIRST I'LL CAUSE MY BODY TO FEEL FINE UNTIL
AFTER SHE PAYS OFF HER DEBT (& IT WASN'T MONEY HONEY)
-------Poefree------
this was written strictly because she wanted to bet and i won!
I WONDER IF ONE EVER FEELS HEAVY IN HEAVEN
I will sing you to a star
No matter how very far
I will bring you to the sun
No matter how slow or fast we run
The skies will play you a rhapsody
But I will write and arrange the melody
A reverie will reveal itself within your amber eyes
as angels sing harmony to your softened sighs
I will take you with my song to peaceful universe
And while we’re there I’ll write you another lovely verse
This one will be about our love sanctified and so strong
And we will reside there no matter how short or long
I will tell the strings to play pianissimo if you please
And you will giggle when a moonbeam tickles you to tease
Your beauty will write the words and by I the music made
But honey, we must hurry before that star begins to fade
So let me play you a symphony with the silken strings of my heart
And as we take flight we’ll hear the piano play its pertinent part
I will conduct the orchestra as conductors always do
And when I swear to sing you to a star sweetheart, believe that it’s all true
© 2011.….Poefree
I NEED MYLANTA, PEPTO BISMOL OR SOME SUCH TONIC TO STOP ME FROM PUKING
AS A RESULT OF THIS POEM......BUT FIRST I'LL CAUSE MY BODY TO FEEL FINE UNTIL
AFTER SHE PAYS OFF HER DEBT (& IT WASN'T MONEY HONEY)
-------Poefree------
this was written strictly because she wanted to bet and i won!
I WONDER IF ONE EVER FEELS HEAVY IN HEAVEN
I will sing you to a star
No matter how very far
I will bring you to the sun
No matter how slow or fast we run
The skies will play you a rhapsody
But I will write and arrange the melody
A reverie will reveal itself within your amber eyes
as angels sing harmony to your softened sighs
I will take you with my song to peaceful universe
And while we’re there I’ll write you another lovely verse
This one will be about our love sanctified and so strong
And we will reside there no matter how short or long
I will tell the strings to play pianissimo if you please
And you will giggle when a moonbeam tickles you to tease
Your beauty will write the words and by I the music made
But honey, we must hurry before that star begins to fade
So let me play you a symphony with the silken strings of my heart
And as we take flight we’ll hear the piano play its pertinent part
I will conduct the orchestra as conductors always do
And when I swear to sing you to a star sweetheart, believe that it’s all true
© 2011.….Poefree
I NEED MYLANTA, PEPTO BISMOL OR SOME SUCH TONIC TO STOP ME FROM PUKING
AS A RESULT OF THIS POEM......BUT FIRST I'LL CAUSE MY BODY TO FEEL FINE UNTIL
AFTER SHE PAYS OFF HER DEBT (& IT WASN'T MONEY HONEY)
-------Poefree------
Never would I have believed,
Such things could be true,
That people would conceive such evil,
In their unGodly desire to hurt you...
Your crime?: existence
You have no right-
Just ask a holocaust survivor
of their Nazi plight...
Ask the dead in lower Manhattan,
Slain for a version of God,
In Arabic, not Hebrew or Latin
Or innocent blacks hanging from a tree
The Klu Klux Klan's reaped crop, for all to see...
I sometimes wonder if I want..
to be part of this world...
And just when I think I'm sure,
That this is not where I want to be,
Some sweet, innocent soul comes along,
to much befuddle me,...
I've lately found a treasure trove,
of just such wonderful people,
Who's very existence stopped me
from "flying the coop"...
'Cause these are my wonderful
poet-friends,
From good old PoetrySoup.
Fruits Of War's Futility, Death And Destruction
As glittering spit falls upon hot rocks
rare gemstones melt into a frigid sea
ailing ships lay about three fallen docks
hummingbird chases a dozen honeybees
irreparable desert begs sullen sky
for some rain, as winged bats vacation
from the fiends that pursue asking the why
no trains dare stop at the new train station.
In rocky mountainous purple terrain
earth cries with billowy indifference
rattlesnake and mouse both cry out for rain
two red ants fight without interference.
An ocean vessel sails around the Horn
its ten guns aimed at both you and he
a mother doe gives up her first newborn
and with that Nature sprouts Sycamore tree.
As glittering spit falls upon hot rocks
ailing ships lay about three fallen docks
who cares that a great war is to be fought
with victims begging for peace to be sought?
Robert J. Lindley, rhyme
April 5th, 1972
Note ( A guy from our hometown was killed in the Vietnam war )
Teddy Talley. Sad and tragic..
War is an evil that mankind relishes and indulges in..