Best Empire Poems
War is a time of great conflict
bringing so much misery and suffering
to a generation of people mistreated
on their knees in it's wake
prayers are calling to Heaven
Where the innocence of children
becomes tainted
no longer having a voice
little ones confused
scratching behind the ears
Silence there dwells
hate filled secrets buried
under the carpet of lies not revealed
from the unspoken truth
Invaders are tyrants
dressed in suits no doubt
employing soldiers
brutally abusing their powers
given unto them by the peoples vote
With no morals how does society stand a chance
They are blind unconscious
to their acts and deeds of mercy
Sitting on their high seats of office
Purely a stand up joke
with false handshakes claiming peace
Stealing is not a God given right
quoting justice seeks answers
We have all been deceived
Democracy of the poor struggling does not exist
I call for world peace
Address all issues
laid out on the table containing truth
The day for nit picking is over
End this shameful bloodshed and violence
because there is always two sides to every story
Victims of racism
no blacks
no dogs
our race came lower classed than animals
shame on your envy of our father's faith
Kept down for centuries
Sold as slaves of little worth
I am a writer of my times
Where everyone
should have a voice equal
not hiding in the cupboard
Love in God's light
has taught me morals
thou shalt not steal
or take what does not
belong to you pride
Hate with the demons
you dwell crying
over your own spoiled milk
Where was Europe
during this crisis time
when human rights
became violated on our soil
As a child to have a gun
pointed at your face
is down right cruelty in the act
twisting acceptance of arrogance
through the vision of my eyes
looking down a barrel at me
Even yet years later
they remain silent
why I ask myself
when the grass is cut
before your eyes
into addressing murder and child abuse
big issue to act on
in realities fact
the reaper of truth sheds light always
(These are 2 etheree I put together to form a double etheree.
They were inspired by the marvelous
documentary movie "March of the Penguins.")
In the Empire of the Ice:
“The Plunge” & “When Childhood Ends”
They poke small heads out from underbellies;
feeling chill, retreat; and shivering,
remain a while longer where it’s
safe. Nourished by both parents,
the chicks adapt. One day
they’re left alone, but
Sea soon beckons
them, and . . . they
take the
plunge.
Five
years they
play, chase warm
waters’ flow and grow
with stomachs always full
before black heads emerge from
sea. . . Swollen bellies slide on ice.
Upright, they resolutely waddle
miles home. . . fierce winter storms not prevailing.
Sing this song of immortality
This rhythm of life lived in neuro fire
Feel the tone of deep oscillations
Taste the song on tongues divided!
The rise of empire
The building of the divine
The godhood of man at the base of creation
Crucified on crosses of iron,
Feeling electric columns of fire!
So sing this song of empire and redemption
Sing the righteous song of rage
Feeling the rhythm of ages
Immortality of wings
Rise this jade n gold filigreed crown
Grace this delicate stage
Sing!
This empire down
Watch the west the coming white
The empress of non & nothing begun
Watch the razored ravens take flight
Sing!
This empire down
This rhythm n rage of life as neurons fire
Crash this bloody ruined crown
Sing this song of immortality!
This!
The righteous song of rage
Feeling the rhythm of ages
Empire down!
Fury unleashed
By an Enlightened soul.
Future unfolded,
But she's not a fool.
Twilight has come,
And the passage is true:
What comes with the day,
In the night remains too.
She prays 'tis a dream;
She hopes to soon wake.
If not to be so,
May her dawn never break.
Screaming and pleading,
Her most humblest desires;
Her mind being built,
A Psychotic Empire!
Form:
My Empire of Ashes
Who am I without my dark throne?
I am the King of this crumbling castle, alone.
The ruler of this empire of ashes.
A child with an empty box of matches.
A King with a madness profound,
Everything that I have loved, I’ve burnt to the ground.
I hold my breathe,
and pray for death.
To escape this prison I've descended into.
I slowly suffocate,
in the darkest place.
I've fallen from grace,
without a trace.
My wings are torn.
My skin is worn.
Never will I escape this hellish space,
or my cursed fate.
My dreams have died,
and here is where I lie.
Aztec Empire
grandeur and splendor,
a great civilization -
conquistadores
The Fall of the Onomatopoeian Empire
By Elton Camp
Onomatopoeia is a literary device
Appeal to the senses is quite nice
The comics often show us how
By using biff and bang and pow
The telephone loudly does ring
The cash register goes ca-ching
Mary’s heels clacked on the floor
Cook clanged the pans some more
The castle’s defenders were unarmed
Onomatopoeia no attacker alarmed
Behind the ramparts they did hide
Pow, boom and bang they cried
It was promptly overrun anyway
Despite scary words they did say
The conquest that was being sought
Easy, as weapons they had naught
Collapsed so they say long ago
due to Cleopatra’s long nose
that pierced a General’s heart
got him stuck there in love
till the army was demolished
what terrible accident in history!
Every man, every women
big, small, learned or never
empires, kingdoms, nations
a Cleopatra with long nose
will appear from no where
to intercept and bury surely
things that matter in life
Crumbling effects she brings
the way of life in this world
a mystery it is, doubt you may
but we all live in the world
we know not its laws of work
finger-crossed and dumbness
are the ways but not the habit
The power of its empire’s influence once shook history from its feet
the number one world olive oil producer;
the home to the world’s largest tomato fight
and sits at the top in organ donation.
A country with a wordless national hymn
housing a cloud-kissing building with no automated climber;
a top seed in the accumulation of city bars
and in the preservation of an ancient language.
Neutrality-its stand point during the global wars
and the first importer of useful vegetables to the continent.
The seat being the only manifestation of its automobile hands
and a member of the global leaders in the production of saffrons.
Shakes hands with France through the pyrenes
diffusing a myth it first accommodated the modern man.
Concerned on the call girls to make them
share uniform-identity with highway workers
and globally popularized by conflicts of two great cities,
both in sports and in everyday life.
Much interest showers the sunflower seeds.
A bar kept clean speaks against itself.
Above all, its dynamic might lies majorly on its
competitive tourism and wide spread language.
RED SUN DAWNING OVER THE NEW EMPIRE
The dawning sun raises bloody red
Over the traffic clogged streets
And noxious polluted air
Of the capital of Imperial America
The sun with its bloody red glare
Reminds me of all the people who died
This last year in Emperor's Bush's Three Wars
We are the American Empire
We are the power, we are the power
We are perfect masters of the universes
And will remake the world in our image
In the so-called war against Evil
The invasion and occupation
Of foreign lands
Because our leaders say
They might, someday be a threat
And the old words of ancient Rome
Comes to mind
Carthage must die
Baghdad must be destroyed
The heart of the evil empire
Must be invaded
And the evil of Saddam must be expunged
So our great and glorious leaders
Proudly proclaim
Every day every moment
On the conservative media
Now owned, operated and controlled
By the powers that have taken over
The shadow government that runs
The New American Empire
And soon the entire world
Will be under its sway
We are the American Empire
We are the power, we are the power
We are perfect masters of the universes
And will remake the world in our image
We still have some freedom left
Some space to rant and rave
And grumble
But soon, oh so soon
This paper and that paper
And this internet site and that site
And this TV station and that TV Station
Will be shut down
In the name of national security
We are the American Empire
We are the power, we are the power
We are perfect masters of the universes
Of all the things I learned in School
Empire was the thing that most touched me
At first I was seduced by stories being told
Of how great the British empire used to be .
Then I started reading, Doing my research
Pretty soon my feelings began to change
To rule another people by the imposition of your will
To me began to feel a little strange .
I think it was the moment I read of Boudica
and the rising of her small Iceni tribe
Revolting against oppression , Rape and cruelty
Despite paying every Roman tax and bribe.
I understood her feeling,
I know I would feel the same
Revulsion and revenge
Would soon replace the shame .
I don't understand your culture
So you must submit to mine
That is what empire building
Brought to a child's mind.
greed and acquisition
Driving the ambition of small minded fools
Who will rule by imposition
Those who would not be ruled.
These things I told my teacher
As I put my history books away
My feelings about empire
Remain the same today.
Leaking sides of a filth I abandoned
Sheathing myself to my fortress garrisoned
Waste snaking through what's left of my good will
On and off I rode away from the wasteland off the distant hill
Encountering the ghosts of the past whispers
Devouring my thoughts my head dazed in whimper
A shield broken a sword untamed
Halos smothered and bloody fingers to blame
Hurricanes swept the grasslands clean
Storms stripping the seas of rough and lean
Waves hurrying to escape the fury of the dark night sky
To whom it may be, the ones screaming to die
Blazing fires putting ashes to the ground
The traces of disaster slaving the uncrowned
Shadows of the graves greeted the living with open arms
The cries of fear echoed the heavens with crimson scars
To whom will you run? To whom will you plead?
When the sky burns red and the kings turn to flee
To whom will it matter, whether you live to see another day
To whom will it stain, the end of a million hearts beating astray
Hail of ember melts away your eyes and ears
Your fate manifests the monster you've dreaded and feared
Glory will claw the spines of lands filled with the martyrs' blood
No escaping the howls of an outcast howling through the moonless flood
The withering final moments, savoring the jolly stride
Rode the sheathing swords that flew the banners of pride
Gliding on skulls of their fallen ones
Swore to retake the Empire of the Rising Sun
Oh! A mighty empire that was built
Beneath thé shield of the sun,
Thé empire that glows of victory,
Home of great mortals that dined with glory.
Oh! The empire that marching of it warriors,
Makes the soul of it foes tremble,
Losing their confidence for war makes them humble,
For fighters flee,but war goes after thèm.
Oh! The proud mortals who confronts,
Souls of weak creatures in warfronts,
Fought bravely to achieve their desires,
But forgot the hints that desires also expires,
Oh!Then time came, when great warriors,
Now aged warriors, only fight to defend their interior,
Survival their foremost goal,
Property and properties burning into charcoal.
Oh! Their weakness now a book of roll in the mouth of many,
The forces of nature, now feeds on their walls,
The great empire now as dry as a bone,
In the memories of men, their dormination is gone,
Nothing is hidden under the shield of the sun.
Don’t worry about being thinner
Get yourself off down the pub
Then go home to a good British dinner,
Of British traditional grub
Delicious roast beef of old England
Served up with a thick Yorkshire pud
With roast spuds and cabbage and carrots
Plus gravy in which the spoon stood
What’s wrong with a good stew and dumplings?
Made with some prime neck of lamb
Or a thick slice of home boiled bacon
Instead of that wafer thin ham
Fried eggs and bacon for breakfast
A steak that’s surrounded with chips
Some mushrooms and beans or tomatoes
Can I hear you smacking your lips?
Give me pork chops with a kidney
A helping of wild rabbit pie
With carrots and peas and thick pastry
For which old Auntie Bessie would die
Kippers, smoked haddock or winkles
Mussels or soft herring roe
Jellied eels, tripe or pigs liver
I think I might give it a go
A thick slice of cheddar is pleasant
Coated with pickle of course
Or maybe a plump well hung Pheasant
Plastered with cranberry sauce
Blackberry and apple crumble
A dollop of cream on the plate
This is making my tummy rumble
Give me some quick I can't wait
A big lump of home made bread pudding
Or maybe a nice spotted dick
Served up with syrup or custard
Providing the custard is thick
A stuffed Sheep’s heart makes a good dinner
Or a nice deep-fried black pudding ring
On a slice of fried bread, did you hear what I said?
This is food that is fit for a king
When you’ve feasted on cabbage or brussels
Don’t ever consider you’ve sinned
Just be certain your close friends and family
Are seated some distance up wind
A plateful of boiled new potatoes
Dashed with salt taste exceedingly nice
If you give them a try will you no longer buy
Bean shoots or Chinese fried rice
Avoid all these kebabs and curries
They look like they’ve been eaten before
You’ll be finding them most Sunday mornings
On the pavement outside your front door
Don’t listen to these dieticians
Between themselves they can’t agree
Nobody mentioned cholesterol
Until nineteen seventy three
Make sure all your dinners are British
Now you know the foods that I mean
We never defeated old Hitler
Eating Pasta or Nuevo Cuisine
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