Best Deterrent Poems
Let the final countdown begin
Proxy war in Afghanistan
Saudi Arabia vs. Iran
India vs Pakistan
Sunni vs Shia
The 38th divide of Korea
China taking over the sea
As the US debt is skyrocketing
Militaries expand
Droughts and famine in farmlands
Christian exodus from the middle east
Refugees from the lack of peace
Annexations by Russia
No one screams in hysteria
Pocket nukes are ok to use
Mankind has a short fuse
One, two, three, four, five
What to do to stay alive
To simplify, put your head between your legs
And kiss your *** goodbye
God, please hold our hand
The world is sinking in quicksand
Angry, greedy statesmen
Sounding the drum of the horsemen
Artificial intelligence
Climate change and mass surveillance
With two minutes left to midnight
Listen for the sound
Drop the beat, hit the ground
Dynamite as bright as daylight
Signaling for help with a flashlight
Playing the rave, igniting the night
The blasting wave, in the grave, later love
Smitten with the fireworks above
The nuclear deterrent is gone
Nothing but an oxymoron
The plight of mankind fight
Cockroaches become the spotlight
As they write what happened at midnight
February 7, 2018 - Updated 5/14/2019
For Emile Pinet
Contest The doomsday clock 2 minutes to midnight
Categories:
deterrent, death, war,
Form:
He was howling at the moon,
it was mid June's heyday, she
was naive beyond reproach
her innocently lit chiaroscuro
made him hunger all the more,
til one day she let down her guard
'neath an impatient violaceous sky
drinking effervescently blissed wine
kissed him with rosé blushed lips
But his instincts betrayed him,
devouring the petite blossom
of her youth, teeth bared,
eyes glaring crimson, her stardust smile
no deterrent, appetite’s salacious intent,
stomach growling nocturnal desires,
claws scarring milk-paint skin
till groans released vibrations
felt ‘pon shadowed earth
shattering movements
ground-breaking momentum
sent horizons a' rocking
motioning to constellations
as they synchronously liquefied
tilting universes' on their axis
a little death's furtherance
uttering god's hallelujahs
lit beyond obscure sighs
Now two silhouettes,
midst harmonious moaning
echo upon auras' illusions
cresting lofty hilltops
can be seen this night and all others
when the skies turn dark
and celestial bodies' tumult
simultaneously ignite thunder,
diffusing smatterings' explicit
flight surrendered furthermost
heart-stricken otherworldly lovers
'Collaboration ~ Chris Green & Paloma'
Categories:
deterrent, desire, dream, emotions, longing,
Form:
Romanticism
I was set in my ways
Downed café au-laits
In a den of privacy.
Though pain from a jilt
Still throbbed to the hilt
A regrettable history.
With no delusions
Of future effusions
I cherished my liberty.
And tried to avoid
With every fibroid
That lost road to misery.
Yet a sneaky charmer
Found cracks in my armor
Ensnaring me unwary.
It was only a glance
A pure happen-stance
No intentionality.
But a sound like a crack
That I can’t take back
A fated futility.
Made me squeal out loud
When if from a cloud
A bolt of liking struck me.
With no more deterrent
This ardent current
Put glee in my fantasy.
At the speed of light
Our romance took flight
In ionic felicity.
Categories:
deterrent, lost love, love, me,
Form:
Rhyme
The bones of a forest are stripped clean by the ocean and strewn on her shores. The sun-bleached wooden cemetery leaves a somber impression on the morning scavenger of shells, who meanders in the gray mist of a fall morning dawn. He is lulled by the hush of the fog and the rolling waves that break on a gravel strand. With a head bowed down and hands crossed behind him... he searches... searches for opalescent treasures... like answers to life's questions. Is this how it all started, or is there some grander purpose? Then a gull caws as if an angel calls the seeker's attention. And as he looks up his sight receives a message delivered by two brown pelicans sailing along a cresting wave. This was here before you... and it will continue when you are gone. But now... you are mine... and we are one... divine.
by Martin Braun
6:30 a.m. September 20th, 2023
Jenner, California
To my oceanic compatriots. They put our love under a glass dome, posted deterrent signs on the paths we created 35 years ago, and sealed off the oceans. If they heard my, your, stories, they would run the environmental Bolsheviks into the sea like the demon-possessed pigs that they are. These self-righteous propagandists closed Drakes Oyster farm with lies, and they, like gulag interrogators of 1936, threw us into a sort of prison within the spaces of our minds, torturing us by excluding us from "the motherland's environment", and created an unimaginable wasteland with the walls they built by a lust for power. We are of this world... it is they who are aliens. Let us enjoy what God made. We created the protections with our respect and love for the environment. The environmentalists simply make laws, criminals, and prisoners.
Categories:
deterrent, beach, ocean,
Form:
Free verse
Not allow politics to pollute the populace
With issues like regionalism and language
Permit free movement of men and goods
Connect the country with tree-lined roads.
Deal ruthlessly with anti-national elements
Issue stern warning to all political animals
Mischief by them may attract prison cells
Or deport them to far off Siberian jungles.
Corruption eating away the vitals of nation
Shall be dealt with the deterrent castigation
Persuade the people to stay honest and just
Remain steadfast to the ideals from the start.
Would certainly encourage sports and games
Without discrimination between the sports
Not allow them to do things other than play
Push them to perform for the nation anyway.
Two areas namely agriculture and defense
Are important, I believe for fast furtherance
Linking science & technology for advance
And lead the state to grandiose deliverance.
Maintain cordiality with every other nation
Always upholding the dignity of my nation
Neither yielding nor bothering is my dictum
With pledge absolute to protect the sanctum.
Thus is my agenda for action instantaneous
To free the motherland from evils infectious
To hoist her on the pedestal vividly glorious
If by chance, I become the dictator gracious.
Categories:
deterrent, care, corruption, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
Oh' Kashmir
Oh' J & Kashmir
My heart is aching,
And tears coming out from my eyes,
And from the eyes,
Of millions of your other countrymen,
From Jammu and Kashmir to Kanyakumari,
Because you are in terrible pains and sufferings,
And you are a part,
Of our heart and soul
And of our day to day's bearings. *. 1
But you cannot blame,
The destiny and Nature,
As the flood,
Which has destroyed,
Your homes and the valley,
Is the result of,
Some of your own deeds and creations. 2
Of blindly cutting and crushing,
All those tender or grown-up
Plants and trees,
Which gave the valley
The evergreen seasons and flowerings
And the nectar likes fruits and
A place which is near to the heaven.3
With the air and seasons,
So refreshing,
And the serenity of snow falls,
And flowers,
So blooming and smiling. 04
But these tender saplings of Nature,
Were mercilessly killed and slaughtered,
Without caring for their feelings and emotions,
The destructions,
Of all those beautiful trees and plants,
Who were the most cherished darlings,
Of all the Hills, Clouds and Rains,
And they were also,
The darling of the cultural heritage,
Of Himalaya and this ancient land of India. 05
You never realized,
That only on the loving invitations,
Of these hills, trees, green plants,
And of the brooks and streams,
The clouds come,
While riding on the winds,
To shower,
Their nectar like love rains,
Which quench the thirst of Earth,
And of every insects and human beings,
And then only they spread a blooming smile,
On every trees and plants,
And on every brook and stream. 06
Some of you thought,
That the heavens can be built,
By removing the forests and plants,
And by keeping yourself in isolation,
You thought to spread the concrete jungles,
Where there was the serenity of orchards,
Trees and plants, hills and flowers,
Lakes and natural streams,
Which always feel happy to flow,
Amid the safe and longing strong arms,
Of Nature,
Which used to stand earlier,
On every footsteps of these hills,
As a deterrent against the fury of Nature. 07
Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur India 15th Sept. 2014
TO BE CONCLUDED IN NEXT.
Categories:
deterrent, allegory,
Form:
Free verse
I should embrace the thought of Karma,
that positive aspect that could change me,
instead I rely on my irresistible Charisma
which sparks the friendlessness in me.
I'm more than a kind-hearted man when it
it comes to helping others by lending a hand;
I am the universal believer of honor and respect,
of diversity and equality; I can be anyone's friend.
These traits were instilled in me by kind people,
who had endless faith in God and smiled at life
even when they faced the most challenging struggle;
in the land of brotherhood and continuous strife,
my people preserved their identity and great culture
that the invaders envied them for their ampleness of wisdom,
for the richness of their land, so they usurped their kingdom.
Never being ashamed of what I am and being that light,
I have found my self-worth in loving and compassionate eyes;
and they deserve the right to abundance, and when it's scarce,
they compromise by singing from windows and balconies...
believing that those doing harm are punishing themselves
for envying what they possess: the extraordinary strength to fight.
I lament the decay of institutions, I revel the concept of a rebirth
of the Mezzogiorno* that can put real gold in their empty hands,
but this image is a deterrent to go forward and be productive;
perhaps in my lifetime, I will not see these changes, it's so elusive
to look away and not consider that this society deserves self-worth
and embark on a journey as their forefathers did in these rich lands.
* The Mezzogiorno ( Southern Italy ) is still a colony
of Northern Italy since the Unification of Italy
in 1861. King Vittorio Emanuele II ordered a genocide of all the rebels
who opposed his government and that included their families. They were called Briganti ( lawless ). The Italian President Napolitano refused to honor them
with A Remembrance Day, and yet he honored a king who ordered the massacre of thousands of innocent people including Neapolitan and Bourbon soldiers.
Categories:
deterrent, anger, character, courage, cry,
Form:
Rhyme
The crippled lad stood beneath the bell tower
Pulls the rope to ring the bell at the praying hour.
With each mighty heave the bell does toll.
along the street the congregation did stroll.
As parishioner's entered within,
all greeted with an angelic grin.
Determination written on his angelic face,
the young lad continues at a mighty pace.
In the little White Chapel on Maple Road
this crippled boy’s joy is bestowed.
In this small town of one-hundred and nine,
everyone knew that Tommy was short of time.
Tommy Woodward born with a bowed back,
The congregation knew that as a fact.
Tommy would not let his handicap be a deterrent,
but hospital visits were a regular recurrence
On a bright and sunny day the bell ceased to ring,
While inside the chapel the choir sorrowfully sing.
Slowly a solemn procession strolled out the door,
Tommy Woodward will ring the bell no more.
Categories:
deterrent, boy, child, courage, dedication,
Form:
Narrative
Amaryllis splendid beauty, Christmas bells of pride thrill us
Birds of Paradise in flight making its opera debut in its crane plumage crown
Calla Lilly’s endless white elegance bouquet, a peek-a-boo lavender funnel play
Daffodils, shoo-in to scoop arm loads, out of the cold, into the morning sunlight spills
Ephemeral, short-lived and quickly fading beauties, trilliums, and harbinger of spring
Freesia innocence captures your heart trust with its fragrances and sword beauty
Gaura, a wand burst of delicate stars as bee-blossoms sing delightful springtime
Hyacinths, sincerity of fragrant with folded leaves a play bouquet of stars
Impatiens, touch-me-not to bloom anew Bizzy-Lizzy in all its playful trim
Jack-in-the-pulpit Arisaema triphyllum striped showy pining lover male-female as one
Kangaroo Paws their long beautiful stalks attract birds to perch and sip its nectar
Lily of the Valley flowers of spring sweetly scented miasmatic wedding bells
Marigolds brightly shine in bur-pee garden spicing up a dish fresh, and new
Nightshade, adorable soothing little green elfish hat and long flowing pink skirt
Orchids a touch of elegance in its uniquely posture, delicate in its buoyant poetry
Peonies, shades of red to white or yellow fragrant strong and hardy the Flower Fairy
Quinces magical splash of color with thorns heralds spring
Rue, sour herb of grace symbol of purity deterrent kitties and snakes
Sweet Peas reaching to the heavens embraced by the breeze, then flowers fade
Tansy yellow bitter buttons hang dry then boiled to clear amber-yellow dye
Uva-Ursi, grape of the bear blowing pink urn kisses into the air
Voodoo Lily, breathtaking with its height and beauty, not its foul odor attracting buzz
Windflower, star sprinkle flowers in your garden, but easies stomach and cough
Xeronema Callistemon sheer dazzling red toothbrush look perched on cliff top
Yellow Anemone, pure and fresh sleeps at night and wakes at a hint of sun
Zinnias sway with its parade of orange tutus charming wings flavor its beauty
4/26/2016
Garden Inspirations Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: BJ Legros Kelley
Categories:
deterrent, flower, spring,
Form:
Abecedarian
Enticed of love’s glove on sandy beach
Enhanced of love two lover’s beseech
~Sand between the toes
~Graceful love thus glows
Love’s advice in the wind…they seek each!
jt76901
As ripple tide to the moon has not lied
By two lover's bide, two soul wills confide
~Amidst suds of salt
~Soul loves finds not fault
Like water the bride flows in the groom’s pride
jt76945
From beginning dawn of celestial blue
True love’s marriage, clever, is never through
~Two lover’s sweet stroll
~Twilight’s blue is gold
Love’s current, no deterrent, pitching woo
Jt76969
Written by John Moses Freeman
For and in honor of Linda Marie
And contest:
Categories:
deterrent, happinesslove,
Form:
Limerick
Nutritionist, diabetes or
dietician
All to be unheeded in my
sweet tooth's opinion.
For how can I abandon
That chocolate canyon?
And same goes for yummy
chocolate fudge
Eh to a trifle could I bear
any grudge?
Ah treacle or caramel pudding
And apple crumble needs no
bidding
The craving wishes to devour
the dessert
Few would desert a tasty jam
tart!
Not forgetting swiss rolls and
cup cakes
and whatever other
sweetmeats the baker bakes.
Ah custards, ice-creams,
muffins and jellies
the only deterrent perhaps, the
fear of rounded bellies
Only if the dietician would
recommend instead
to cut down on leafy grassy
veggie salad
For if there was for it a polling
booth
I'd vote in favour of my sweet
tooth!
Categories:
deterrent, candy,
Form:
Couplet
Like a hammer…they hit…some twit…
My earnings…my savings…but my cravings…
Beyond control…what kind of a future…to hold…?
The promise of wealth…but then the stealth…
No bomber…
The jack pot…it seems a lot…
What will it cost…get lost…?
Who dare…a vision of fear…where…?
We set the people free…at least initially…
To later tally their losses…what were your classes…?
The simple demand…no case in remand…?
A small deposit…will make it legit…
Check on my coffers…how great are these offers…?
Maybe I will never again have to work…what a jerk…?
My blind… leading me to a hole…when will it unfold…?
I hear the voice…is it that nice…?
‘Ye mon’…is this a clan from the Caribbean…?
No Henry Morgan jargon…well…” watch yah man” …?
Send Western Union…is it the real reunion…?
Just a little dash…of my 401K stash…?
It will it be ok…I pray…?
What about consultation…will this only distort my illusion…?
Will it be a deterrent…to my true intent…?
The prize is awaiting…only for my elevating…
Even if my dating…may lose some rating…
I may need the change…time to rearrange…
Dreams do come true…but only for a few…
Is this my moment…whether it be hell…or heaven sent…?
I cannot let it past…it may be my last…
With the promise of later…will be greater…is it from the creator…?
Now that this tempting…is leading to my emptying…
Should I go to the authorities…what will be my notorieties…?
Maybe the FBI…have some eye in the sky…
Can the CIA…secure my pay…?
The investigation…what a procrastination…?
They have someone locked up…but will that refill my cup…?
Now drained…my system strained…was it ordained…?
Was it greed…that made me heed…?
I was not that poor…for sure…
So swift…was the lift…
Damn…what a slam…
Dunk…you punk…???
Categories:
deterrent, anger, betrayal, , western,
Form:
ABC
A girl was raped in a bus that night
By six men, all drunk, who had lost their minds
Ambrosia was the elixir of gods, it is said
But godlike men in this age aren’t born or made
Alcohol wrecks judgment, makes beasts out of men
Deeds under its influence have put us men to shame
Shops abound in our nation where alcohol is sold
The government till overflows when the weather turns cold
A corrupt force is tasked to uphold the country’s law
Incidents occurring on a daily basis expose this basic flaw
Fear of law is no deterrent for miscreants and crooks
The police prefer to look away; with them, they are in cahoots
But a girl still battles death today aided by a ventilator
Skewered with an iron rod that night, unending was her horror
Demonstrations against this shame were met with brutal force
Citizens showing solidarity were bludgeoned without remorse
The hand that wields the baton to protect civil society
Is now the hand that throttles free voice and liberty
Bad governance, we know is the bane of any nation
Bad policing and lawlessness is responsible for any country’s degeneration
Instead of upholding law and maintaining order
Law enforcers are subdued by their political masters
Whose lack of will to rein in the force given selfish political aspirations
Stems from a sense of indebtedness for furthering their ambitions
Burning state fuel at night they stalk and chase prey
Fleecing shady truckers and wheeler-dealers who operate in markets grey
This extortion by night on city road and state highway
Robs the state of much needed revenue and is an add-on to their pay
Similar incidents happen each day of the year and night
In night’s anonymous darkness or blatantly by daylight
With the force preoccupied in matters so vital
Who will protect our girls and control the crime spiral
The government of the day is callous to people’s concerns
Callous to a daughter’s fate on whom men on a bus took turns
Categories:
deterrent, angst, daughter, men, night,
Form:
Narrative
40th Marathon For 70 Year Old
Almost in disbelief, I reread the headline of this one particular online piece of news….
A 72-year-old Retiree Just Ran His 40th New York Marathon, screams the title of this news…
Reading on, Dave Obelkevich, he has done the most consecutive New York City Marathons…
For his 40th milestone run, he professed his training has been less than ideal ahead of this marathon..
For this sprightly distance runner, even a hamstring injury and a calf injury were no deterrent…
He aims to again complete the world’s largest race, this hugely popular New York Marathon run..
“I won’t run fast but I know I can finish”, he simply declares soundly his mission in this latest marathon…
Being realistic, he hopes only to finish within a set time to extend his streak of finishing marathons……
The visuals that backed up this news article showed runners amassed in numbers, nothing fake…
Of all shapes and sizes, the news article did state, runners local and foreign, they are here to participate.
Smiles aplenty, hands waving and high fives were in ample evidence of how times have changed…
From little band of dedicated runners to one of a huge big family of athletes and of amateurs….
Reading on, Mr Dave kindly elaborated, today the runners are in running more for the finish…
A great many more are there just to be in the running, never mind how you finish, so long as you finish…
I could feel the exhilaration and the stupefying elation of a successful run should I be there to finish…
I should think the exhaustion pales in comparison to the euphoric sensations when the run is finished..…
After 40 marathons and miles after miles of pounding the tarmac, Mr Dave is still a sensation…
With his spirit, zest and thirst for marathon runs yet unquenched, he awaits for the next edition..
How I wish one fine day, I too can meet Mr Dave the Marathon veteran of 40 New York Marathons…
Like he said, everyone wish to be there and to take in the sights while running the NY Marathon…
I know I will not be able to keep up with such a running veteran, never mind his ageing years…..
But just to run beside such a veteran over a distance, wow, what a privilege to be there….
Just a tribute to a genuine running man
http://www.star2.com/people/2015/11/03/a-72-year-old-retiree-just-ran-his-40th-new-york-marathon/
Categories:
deterrent, appreciation, character, inspirational, new
Form:
Light Verse
With each clenched fist that you punch me
One step closer to hell you get
For I will not always be ten years old
And each beating you will live to regret
With each open hand that you slap my face
Your coffin you’re starting to build
You may think its instilling discipline
But I’m plotting a vengeance that I will fulfill
If I were you I would begin to wonder
Why my ten year old son, for years, hasn’t cried
Don’t believe that you have turned me into a man
Just because my childhood has given up and died
One day soon I will be stronger than you
And that is when I am planning to strike
That day soon will be upon us two
And the outcome you are not going to like
A murder sentence is not a deterrent for me
Because I will be free of your tyranny
I need not plan the perfect crime
For I’ll gladly serve the prison time
Be wary, old man
Your end is near!
Your journey to hell
Is almost here!
NOTE: This poem is in no way, shape or form an autobiographical write. It is simply the product of an active imagination that also watches the evening news.
Categories:
deterrent, life, old, day, old,
Form:
Rhyme