Best Fight Fire With Fire Poems
Here’s a bunch of Gobble-de-Gook
There is no sense or reason
I just threw together some stuff I read
Which constitutes poetic treason!
Here’s a fact about knowledge and wisdom
A fact which I know is valid
Knowledge is knowing a Tomato’s a fruit
Wisdom- not putting it in a Fruit Salad!
Another fact I’d like to relate
Pay attention if you please
The early bird gets the worm
But the second mouse gets the cheese!
Another vision that I had
I know may sound bizarre
Going to church don’t make you a Christian
Nor standing in a garage won’t make you a car!
If you need cash here’s some advice
I hope that you will heed it
A bank will surely loan you some
If you can prove that you don’t need it!
Elections are a funny thing
Our choices are quite shifty
For president we choose from two
Miss America from fifty!
When faced with a payback decision
Be careful what you choose
When tempted to fight fire-with-fire
Remember water is what Firemen use.
Someone posed a question once
I admit now that I smiled
If we all learn from our mistakes
Why do people have more than one child?
Give a man a fish, he'll eat for a day.
At least that's what I hear.
Teach a man to fish and he'll sit in a rowboat
fishing and drinking beer!
When advised to "fight fire with fire"
please think about it twice.
Remember, firemen fight fire with water
so I kinda question that advice!
I'm told the way to get ahead
is by using your ambition.
They say "shoulder to the wheel, nose to the grindstone".
However, now try working in that position!
Don't believe in superstition.
Folks will think you are a schmuck.
Besides if you believe in it
it's gonna bring bad luck!
I try to avoid a lot of things,
that will cause me degradation.
I can resist most anything,
that is, except temptation!
I always try my very best
not to make mistakes
In fact if wasn't for my faults,
I'd be perfect for goodness sakes!
These are some of the random thoughts
that keep running through my mind.
It's just a lot of nonsense,
but it sure helped me unwind.
(Soupers - Sorry you chose to read this
nonsense. Surely you must have
something better to do! Thanks anyway.)
When hearts get broken,
Real tears fall.
I sit there hoping I can show you all.
My heart's desire is all I want
Fight fire with fire; you'll be gaunt.
Time is essence of the heart
That teaches me lessons that tear me apart.
My thoughts lessen and I cry
You shouldn't be messing with me
I want to die.
A river forms behind my eyes
The love I once had for you dies.
Take the arrow, aim it straight;
Hit my heart and fill me with hate.
Listen up and beware:
My thoughts are churning
No, I don't care.
Time is shortening; you must hurry
Death is threatening.
My vision is blurry.
I hate to say this
And you I will miss
I wish I had one last kiss.
WHY DO WOMEN LIE
THEN TRY TO HIDE IT MOST OF THE TIME
GOD WHY CAN'T WOMEN SPEAK THEY MIND
STOP IDLE AND EVEN STOP THE LIE
THEY SAY ONE THING
THEN THEY LIE AND CHANGE IT
MEN CAN'T LIVE WITH WOMAN
WHO CAN'T FIT INTO THE HONESTY HOOD
WE WANT OUR WOMAN TO BE STRAIGHT
DON'T LIE TO US WHEN IT'S LATE
MEN COULD FIGHT FIRE WITH FIRE
BUT WE AINT WANT ANYBODY CALL US LIAR
GOD PLEASE LIFT THIS CURSE FROM WOMAN
HELP THEM TO PATTERN THY LIFE AFTER AN HONEST SOMEONE
Twinkling stars in courtyard light up the sky,
On an absolutely dark moonless Diwali night ,
Sprit of festival comes in alive !
Everyone looks glamorous, in best of attire,
Colourful lights and candles glow bright,
Twinkling stars in courtyard light up the sky !
Warm Embrace puts an end to enmity and satire,
Sets off every mood exactly right,
Spirit of festival comes in alive !
Colour display of crackers, no fight fire with fire,
Exchanging sweets and gifts gain new height,
Twinkling stars in courtyard light up the sky !
Beauty in ideas beyond diamonds and sapphire,
Vast hearty emotions walk in equal delight,
Spirit of festival comes in alive !
Return of Lord Ram to Ayodhya we celebrate,
Worship of Goddess Luxmi, prosperity to plight,
Twinkling stars in courtyard light up the sky,
Spirit of festival comes in alive !
Written on 7/5/14
Sponsor- Charlotte puddifoot
In the country I live the criminal is adored.
He’s placed on a pedestal far above laws.
He’s put into prisons with revolving doors
that exits to streets where he rages some more.
The purpose of prison is to rehab the con
and keep him from doing any more harm.
But the product that exits that revolving door
is murder and mayhem worse than before.
Now, there are many who say that justice is blind
but you have to admit that it lost it’s mind
when it sets criminals out on the loose
to ravage society with endless abuse.
The law has a purpose of that I am sure
but what is that purpose I’m still looking for.
It shelters the criminal, stresses the cop
and sends all of society reeling in shock.
The system we have just doesn’t make sense
when the victims must suffer all the expense.
They pay for the courts, the cops, and jails
and pay with their lives when the system fails.
Now, why are lawyers in this so thick?
Their survival depends on the criminal clique.
The more clients they have the more they survive,
it’s to their advantage to see that they thrive.
The psychiatrist says they’re misunderstood
if you drug them and hug them they will be good.
But psychiatry can make criminals worse,
and society is shoved in the back of a hearse.
Justice has value to degrees that it’s done
and when it’s not served then the criminals won
So fight fire with fire, crime with gallows and gun;
that which defeats you is what you may become.
I’ll be a vigilante, jury and judge.
I’ll put your neck in a noose and give you an nudge.
I’ll push you from the pedestal and watch as you dance
with the ACLU shoved up your underpants.
He sported a new hickey
I thought it rather icky
Right there on his neck
It made me a wreck
To kill that girl is tricky
Perhaps that is too dire
Will fight fire with fire
I’ll plaster her lips
And wiggle my hips*
Known to ignite desire
Revenge, they say can be sweet
Mine, a delectable treat
Full body hickey
Wasn’t too tricky
Now, MY poor boy she won’t greet!
*Reference to belly dance
For Heather Ober’s Make me Laugh Contest
July 2, 2013
If looks and money are what your about
your not getting very far with me
If you believe we use sattelites in space to watch television
you have to be kidding me
One happy victom
center of attention of the brand new dance
teaching his mentors the set up
and allowing them to practice
unbeknownst to the hardcore satanists
we have been watching them all along
practicing our own genre of miracle play
and plotting to trump the hole in their plot
Now they believe in magic
as the media strings them along
i am soo easy to get to
since i am the blind leading the blind
practicing the perfect act
to get away with the perfect crime
this is the leash around your neck
and suddenly it has become mine
Center stage of a plot
where they carry out the joke of me
never understanding my subtle warnings
never fully knowing
there is a hole in the plan
for the world does not revolve around you
and your twisted desires
we did what was right
and will continue to fight fire with fire
Act 1 scene 1 practice makes perfect
act 1 scene 2 an act of our own
act 1 scene 3 deadlocked and now you know
The life around me, fitting me like a glove
a practiced routine
waiting to be noticed so we can play our trump
Spy versus spy versus spy
and in the middle the blind leading the blind
the story of a century you cant afford not to pay attention to
but miss out on it all the time
We told you it was a group effort
to do your bidding mr. powerful renegade
this choke chain around my neck should remind you something
something we have in common
but you didn't know i was refraining from pulling the chain
it's getting harder to breath this unbreathable air
it's getting more difficult to handle the constant lies and drama
I will be fine
just pull this chain
choke you back
we will switch shoes
and welcome to my cult classic
Spy versus spy versus spy
soo many people playing yet too many oblivious for their own good
i could keep this up for your best interest
but thats not suiting me anymore
so we watch you practice your routine
wait for the hole in your plan
and prove it
we are deadlocked
deadlocked
no way out for all involved
I step to the side
you get whats coming to you
i get to move on
"You assume too much..."
Assumptions: cunning little devils, always sneaking up and
tripping up the clearest thought or the wisest head;
insinuating themselves into cherished beliefs, firm opinions
and the well worn habits of mind and body.
Assuming: convincing thinking and rationales, straightfaced
delivery of error and misconception to an unsuspecting
psyche; there to lead astray, giving form to dark despairs
or euphoric imaginations in an unreal world.
Habits of thought, their errors compounded by the
ceaseless whirl of the mind: too much thinking, too little
action, too few spoken words, a gaze too much inwards,
our inner world too much with us.
I assume too much: why then, how do I escape the
clutches of assumptions, their subtle presence hidden
from my eyes; where is the Watcher who sees and marks
the insidious self deception, the tangled web of errors?
Fight fire with fire: match devil with Fiend, sharp
witted and with keen insight, to haul up sharp my
tumbling thoughts and let some sense prevail; Oh friendly
Fiend, why I thank you..............I'm assuming that's OK?
Not the fire from which the phoenix is born;
Not the fire of the furnace that turns iron to steel;
Not the fire of passion that takes me to the sun;
But like the fire of the sun that melts my wax wings;
Or the fires of hell that scorch my soul
And the fires of the steak to which I am tied--
A funeral pyre that will destroy all trace of my earthly life.
But the fire inside me won't let me die
"Fight fire with fire" is my mind's desperate cry
For I too am a fire, albeit, a tiny fire
Started as a controlled burn in a fireplace to keep others warm.
But I am stoked by greater fires.
And after the fires beyond me consume me
I will remain, burning, as smoldering embers.
Those fires will burn out before I will.
The Standing One
Hidden away
But still at bay
Just as the clouds hide the Sun
He is the one chosen to rise
Fight with no compromise
Set fire to the city of evil
And set free the masses, the people
The Standing One, the king of all
As the messiahs of the earth
Get on their knees and fall
In Prayer
Behind the Leader
For now he is hidden
As his family before him was ridden
By the cruel tyrants
Who usurp the throne as aspirants
A throne that is beginning to reject them as authority
And heavily deceived by the majority
But like the Sun behind clouds
His disappearance is only a shroud
As the Standing One and his effect still remains
Just as the Sun warms the earth freely and not detained
The Standing One warms our conscience
And brings us to conscious
Of the heartless world, so monstrous
And the tyrants words', so pompous
In their cold, oligarchical caucus
Full of self-interest, profit, and darkness
And soon the Standing One will appear
To rise as humanity's last amir
Catching the tyrants and oppressive by surprise
And returning balance and justice through his uprise
He will crash the markets
He will destroy their profits
He will eliminate division
And will free the imprisoned
Race will be eradicated
To make room for unity
And corrupt systems will be annihilated
To set the stage for polity
The Standing One will fight fire with fire
And establish the just utopia we so desire
Uniting the world under one flag
And turning the world into something other than a body bag
So let us all Stand together
For we are all Standing with him
Waiting and watching
Let the world know that we are ready
To rise at his call, from the heavens above
To establish the just world we all dream of
To put an end to this nightmarish ride
And establish the perfect Kingdom worldwide
Coping up with life in COVID times
Shake off all your fears,
have no doubts in His might;
You have come so far,
you can still go farther;
Like a river
that traverses through rough paths;
Like a mountain
that no hurricanes can move;
Like the Sun
that shines bright every morning.
Just like the darkness
of a frightful black night;
That comes and fades,
this too shall pass;
Stop for a while;
to take a look back in time .....
So many fond memories,
take some moments to cherish;
So many happy times,
revisit and rewind;
Feel the warmth,
of goodness of hearts;
Celebrate golden events,
Reverberate;
Recall beautiful upshots,
that intensely touched souls.
Enjoy the giggles of children,
and sarcasms of your spouse;
Stay close to parents,
once so rhymed your hearts;
Lyrics of a perfect home,
tuned to your dreams;
Pursue a hobby,
tickle your taste buds;
Take some rest.
For the precious breaths;
that await.....
To seek tranquility in nature’s lap,
lose to those subtle little chirps;
To meld into the luminance of Sun,
from aurora to twilight in the sky;
No longer on a high horse,
To be a part of the vast universe.
Stand the gaff
for being unjust to beings, to nature;
Be on the guard
and follow the rules;
Be with the warriors
redress the wrongs;
Show some mettle,
and you can fight fire with fire.
Written May 9, 2020
© Dr. Upma A. Sharma
As the flames lick my body again,
I can feel myself turn into ashes.
Dark grey powder- powder that smells of death.
And this time-I'm no beautiful phoenix.
This time I'm no phoenix that rises from her ashes,
Rises in brilliant hues of red and yellow,
Squealing in delight,
Squealing with victory.
This time, I savour the pain,
The pain that blinds me,
Makes me forget who I am,
Pain that makes me forget the pain within.
This time, I fight fire with fire.
The raging flames within,
Are quenched by the flames outside.
My only hope-someday, neither fire will remain
Put simply
What does all these bombing and shootings achive
But shock teror fear and greif
You can't make people slaves to your doctrin and belifs
If it's not in their hearts they have faith and belive
You can't fight fire with fire
All it does is make the flames of hate grow higher
One thing of I'm really sure
Is that no one really wins in war
The cost is just to high
Choose life and not tooo die
Help for heroes to kill again
What about the inocents caught up in war
who live in hell with no end
Having blood upon your hands
Stains and further divides
The world of man.
Boy have we lost our way
Only God can help us now
And God will soon have his day
Ending all wars and wiping tears away
And finally
We will have peace
And man will live as one.
Peter Dome. Copyright.2017.
AMERICA NEEDS AN INTELLECTUAL GANGSTER AT THE CONTROLS
His father, and his rogue friends were keeping him a
Float. He is a sucker and a lame for
Russia and Putin can sink his boat,
His goofy American followers. Don’t know doo-doo.
Democrats are baffled, and so is his wife...
Good america needs a gangster granny in their life.
Fight fire with fire stop being so nice.
You can’t put your kitten in a dog fight.
Americans,are in a gunfight and brought a knife .
They give you nonsensical riddles and watch
you try n make sense out nonsense.
First, if the gig was rigged it means he’s illegit,
so your goofballs let him sit.!?!!
Only one-side is playing by the rules.
Yall talking bobbleheads are yapping,
When you should be GANGSTA RAPPIN’.
Sometime you have send for that retired
''UNCLE’’from the hood- the hood law-LAWYER,
to be understood.
HOODLUM CUM LAUDY.
NO MORE MR. N MISSES NICE GUY.
American’s, you need an OG ,in your life.
Stop WORSHIPPING the one ...that rhymes with ditch,
that you think is rich,
who’ll not throw you a bone.
KEEP'N you distracted til ’
America’s gains are gone.
SEE IT CLEARLY, OR MERELY CLEAR,
We need our OGs at the control or;
WATCH AMERICA DISAPPEARED.