Best Demolish Poems
Town planners would us astonish,
When they rocks and hills demolish,
So as to new cities polish,
Their smart dwellers make less foolish
And it all turns out Bad Rubbish;
Reason to them all admonish
And Town Planning just abolish…
Town planners should themselves furnish
With what would a terrain burnish,
Not sensitive eyeballs punish;
Town planners watched by all eyes
Can’t afford to be that unwise.
As they neighborhoods garnish,
Their image sadly tarnish.
Viva Ukraine.
You can shoot them
You can bomb them
You can send missiles
You can send tanks
You can send soldiers
You can break houses
You can blow up flats
You can demolish airports
You can send your fire
You can’t break their spirit
You can’t shoot their souls
You will never conquer
You will always look behind
You will look in shadows
You will walk on nerves
You will go home in bags
You will get just desserts!
Viva Ukraine!
David Cox 27/02/22
A major storm is churning in the Atlantic ready to raise havoc on shore Evacuation orders are in place as the authorities have gone door to door
The hurricane center is forecasting the highest wind speeds to ever be recorded
Our beach house over the years has survived every storm, but this one is surely not to be ignored
We are leaving with a few items and the clothes on our backs
Is this the last time we will see our house in one piece, or by some miracle will the storm veer off-track
We now leave it up to the powers from up above to determine our fate
We hurry to the car we need to get to higher ground before it,s too late
If the storm should demolish our place and flatten it to the ground
It will do nothing to destroy our fond memories and the people we surround
In the end, we narrowly avoided a direct hit, so the house survived to fight another day
The hurricane and my partner are both named Carol what's that you say
Sensitivity is not allowed.
When there is chaos in a crowd.
Hatred sets the stage,
As evil makes our cage.
To trap us in it's prision.
But soon our aspirations will arise,
When we join hands;
To delete the maddening powers
that evil brings.
Only through unclouded eyes,
Will we see our eternal prize,
that lays in store for us to claim.
When we take to love
and demolish hate.
The day they tore the old church down,
I was there, the regal clown.
The one who tried to stop them all,
To save the old church from the fall.
No other voice would join with mine,
No other soul remembered the time.
When the old church stood against the night,
A bastion strong hold in the fight.
A source of peace, of hope, of grace,
Salvation of the human race.
Held strong when human flesh was not.
Defeating evil hoards onslaught.
Where lies 'neath walls of moss and stone,
Men of flesh now martyrs of bone.
Who fell defending holy keep,
Called home by God for reward's sleep.
What would they put in old church's stead?
Space to rent next to the dead...?
Who still lie interred under trodden lawn,
Lie not still now their caretaker's gone.
I hear them mourning loss of friend,
Which ought not come to this sad end.
As bit by bit comes crashing down.
A pile of rubble on the ground.
If they could rise and fight again,
Their swords in service to defend.
Against man's arrogance in God's face
There would be no talk of office space.
But today, there is no place of peace,
Just a box of rooms to lease.
Nothing left behind to save.
Only ghost and grave.