Best Dynamite Poems
Boom!!!
Everything goes flying
In the room!!
Units multiplying
Let me zoom
In on the carnage caused
From blown up pieces
Tossed abroad
Now it ceases
How powerful the wrecking crew
Imagining it's all about you
Now lessen your anger justly so
Make sure you're never left below
The Dynamite!
Low IQ, Dynamite, And Stuff
Doctor says my IQ is lower than a carrot
Obviously I’ll need a second opinion on that
With dynamite found in a back alley
And a pack of matches
We’ll see who is the idiot
I feel smarter by the hour
With the help of North Korea and Iran
I’ll get my hands on uranium
And be the talk of Hollywood
In fact, become, my own nuclear power
With thermonuclear devices
I could become twice as bright
Brighter than the sun
A gun I found in the attic will set things right
I'll visit the doctor again
To see who has the low IQ
With a pistol pointed at their head
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"Acts"
Speaks
Explains
Of Spirit
When it comes upon
One who is born again, redeemed
One will be filled with the Holy Ghost who gives power
This power means dynamo which interperted is dynamite, can I measure up?
Idea from
The "Book Of Acts Of The Apostles"
In the "Bible"
In honor of Brian Strand
Contest: Up to fifteen lines
I must have been six years old
When my Dad came home one day
He had a shoe box under his arm
What’s in it? He wouldn’t say
Mom said it’s a surprise for you
It’s something that’s really great
You can see it after dinner
If you both clean your plate
My bro and I scoffed it down
We just couldn’t wait to see
When Dad took off the lid
We were happy as can be
A Boston terrier puppy dog
As tiny as he could be
His Mom wouldn’t feed her pups
That’s why we got him for free
No solid food for several weeks
An eye dropper used to feed
The first two weeks were nip and tuck
But then he grew like a weed
My Dad said “it’s your dog boys”
Come up with a name that’s right
We thought, we fought and finally agreed
So we named him “Dynamite”
The lim'ricks are flowing like water o'er a damn
Better close the flood gates and sound the alarm
Haven't gone poopsies
Since a week ago Tuesday
Dynamite may be needed but can cause bodily harm
© Jack Ellison 2015
Info lock and load
The key does require a code
Unique to each one
These atoms that do collide
In mind is where it resides
Here lie the few remains of John M. Kyte
He lit a cigarette with a stick of dynamite
[His body was blown to smithereens]
Parts of him were scattered over the county
For which retrieval insured a hefty bounty.
Written November 29, 2022
For the chance to learn in plain English
Be afforded equal opportunity to accomplish
For a father to dream better for his son, how I wish
For a people to destroy another’s culture,
how selfish
When the world summarily defeated Nazi Germany
Blinded by a new world order to the suffering of so many
Post WWII, evil scientists still propagated falsification
Manipulated evolution to justify oppression?
Raised on air filled with teargas and gunshots
The land soaking with exploited labour’s sweat;
The tears of exasperation and the blood of molestation
We never lost our belief in Mandela’s religion
Generational poverty tightening its vicious circle
The enemy breeding an army of youth trained to kill
16 million sticks of dynamite liberated a nation
Literally paving the way for the ’94 Elections
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Born in the ‘80s, I was spared the torment of the birth of democratic South Africa.
But so many suffered unspeakable evils to make our freedom possible, on (Youth Day) 16 June, 1976.
Bruce Jenner makers a good enough woman
in his condition lukewarm paretaker
diamond of violerts lerft his circumstance
wait by the sofa a lurk on the rollercoaster
dead weight
talk to me cookie
flatternerd on the gas heap
Dynamite
for some it pays to live by sight
fore some living through strife,
bus deiiver curerd in every direction
at lunch wer pick up mats to quench oure thirst
quail in discomfored
these are ther days when anything goes,
stawberry pie
keerp cool as you dial
surefacer kill Leroy Brown
J.J. Walker...,
added slogan takes things higher
Like ‘Nevermore’ sketched into water by Salvador Dali
Quickly running a message up a high mast in Mali
Or Michaelangelo his genius wild, cutting a lady less forlorn
With a savior already finished with work and free from scorn
Oddyseus’ raft might have hurried home
Had it not been for the Sirens’ mercurial foam
Everyman distracted, with each passing year
And epoch of pain pouring tear upon tear
Without discerning the rhyme or the reason
Or gaining knowable time season upon season
Always the lure of fruitless eternity insipid
The body and mind empty: blood, bone and lipid
When fools or king’s would rush in where others feared
Bombs fired all round and their people were seared
In jest, a plague of doubt, a feast for Decameron’s clowns
In love, the firing flesh of sin falling down
In war, the rage of the people aimed at shadows’ night
In peace, moments too few to count, the treasure slight
Wherefore the incessant loss and vainglory
From what source the endless folly
With each generation aimless proceeding
And substantial hope forever receding
How this vague sense of emptiness and sorrow
And no real horizon to fill one’s soul tomorrow
Each city above ground falling in on itself
A cascading destruction from the continental shelf [river]
All built upon empty dreams, from false stories past
Or emptied like a dream, when the brain wakes fast
Awake to the shuddering quake of earth below
Or perhaps Earth itself, blowing up in a glow
Just like Rome to fall away at the end of time
to pass the cup, to self-destruct on the vine
From Aeneas came the Trojan horde
Yet he ate his tables instead of fall on his sword
While some chanced Paris instead
Without casting runes or checking their head
To hence or from where it could not matter
On the fat of the lamb each gentile growing fatter
Over the centuries, the meaning of things or remorse
Grew dim and stolid, owning a garden or grooming a horse
With all of the sparkling treasure and treats so kind
None could fathom true nature’s curse, or pay it any mind
Fourth of July and dynamite
Major bang for your night
Half stick, whole stick
One stick, two sticks did the trick
Blew the stump sky high and in a hover
Sent those men running under cover
God protected those pyrotechies
The rumble was felt all over the counties
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She walks like thunder and laughs like a child
Cries like the rain and smiles like the sun
Loves like diamond and breaks like glass
Talks line an angel and thinks like a war veteran
Lives like forever and dies like never
She is an ocean, with depth and intensity
She is a valley
With a bare soul and open heart
Where rivers of hope run through
She is a statue that carries strength on her shoulders
And undefiled beauty in the stare of her eyes
She is life in the flicker of her voice
Honesty in the patch of her fear
Longevity in the scent of her innocence
She is dynamite
I have just read a mail from Deb M,
to say that I'm a Viking,
A warrior me? that sounds exciting.
Warriors like Vikings are very hard to beat,
Especially when they are fighting
About what is best to eat.
The Vikings love Vegemite,
Their opponents favour Marmite,
Both have similar flavours,
But Vegemite has more bite.
It hits the tongue,
With a wham,
It has a unique taste,
Not sweet like jam
Or Marmite,
Marmite is more subtle,
It lacks that Ozzie bite
I suppose if you are not a Viking
Marmite would taste alright.
It's a shame my fellow warrior,
Surname begins with M,
She could be Goddess D Marmite,
That would please them,
Oh dear, that would cut us to the core.
The only way to solve that,
Is to start another war
Vikings and Vegemite evermore!
Fishing with Dynamite
Boom! goes the dynamite as we fish for fish
No line, net or hook needed
Just a few sticks of dynamite and a Zippo
Light the stick and toss it in
Wait a few seconds and Boom!
There’s a dozen fish ready for the pot
Try not to use fast burn sticks
You’ll end up in heaven or hell
And make sure you throw it far
You don’t want splash backs
Or to sink your boat if afloat
I’ve caught sticklebacks and great whales
And a U-boat and dozen other types besides
Ate my fill in twenty nations
While dynamite fishing
It’s no good for the reefs
But we pay off the officials
No permits needed
You know how it is cash talks
So I’m allowed to fish where I want
And am off to France soon
Followed by Spain and Italy
To do some illegal Boom! fishing...
from Side of the Hill – Varied Poems... Nick Armbrister
If I could climb in to a song it'd be one that you sing
Your voice, it soothes like morning dew on fresh new grass in Spring
Its fragrance is of lilacs that bathe my sense of smell
In beautiful aromas, pure bliss under its spell
An aural sonic palette of colors that delight
If I could climb in to your song I'd live there day and night
I'd weave within its melody, unhindered and unbound
I'd place an orange orchid on the cords that make its sound
If I could climb into a song it'd be one that you sing
And never would I leave again, content in everything