Best Fights Poems
Some numpty bad mouthed my soup style
I’ve taken a break for a while
But I won't be deterred
From writing about turd
And subjects some others deem vile
I’m producing book number two
It contains some poems on poo
Foul flatus departing
Old codgers rank farting
And my pet hate vile doggy doo!
Homemade ice cream made from snow
As white as the flakes in a snow globe
Tastes so good despite the cold
Chilling our lips tongue and nose
Grinning not always winning snowball fights
Dressed for warmth not wanting to go inside
Our weenie dog Jhat short only so high
Snow covered fur all up to his eyes
Playing with neighbors kids from the block
Having energy that seems never to stop
Watching dad shovel snow from the driveway
He never seems to mind that all we do is play
Snowflakes fall in a pattern of their own
Painting us all as we sing sleigh songs
The beauty of the snow painting from clouds
We will always remember it as if it is now
The people around me condemn and fight me;
Demons surround me;
confronts me;
My wrong choices,
Those cuddled distracted voices;
The battles I've led;
Being misled;
In good health and sickness;
My sins, my shame;
I stop and plead the blood;
There is yet someone who yet who love
Sickness comes
Evil people shun
They hurt you
Abuse you
Battles and wars
Bigotry discriminating
How am I to cope
I've lost all hope;
People warring;
Illness callings
The people around me condemn and fight me;
Demons surround me;
confronts me;
My wrong choices,
Those cuddled distracted voices;
The people battles I've fled;
Being misled;
In good health and sickness;
My sins, my shame;
I stop and plead the blood;
There is yet someone who yet who love
Sickness comes
Evil people shun
They hurt you
Abuse you
Battles and wars
Bigotry discriminating
Humanity hurts you;
Sins breathe and snuff me out;
Just be calm;
Don't be alarmed;
While your in this world of life
Figure it out;
Open your mouth;
Just call on the Father's son;
Jesus
The Lord Himself will fight for you;
Just be calm, for the Righteous one
Jesus
Allow Him, and He will
Open your mouth;
Just call on the Father's son;
Jesus
The Lord Himself will fight for you;
Just be calm, for the Righteous one
Jesus
Allow Him; He will
Fight those battles for you
Believe then receive;
6/18/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Exodus 14:14
From Anthology " GOD YOU ARE MORE THAN A SONG "
Sometimes we argue
Sometimes we fight.
It gets so bad
We knock out lights.
Then it gets dark
As we hang our heads
And laugh at how dumb
Our anger had spread
It’s the small things
That get us going.
Most of the time
Without us knowing.
Let’s be more careful
And watch it next time.
So the kids don’t see
Us ring and chime.
For now let us
Just kiss and hug
To fix the hurt
And make some love.
By: Nathan Bane Leccese
© All Rights Reserved 05/19/2009
He refused to see who she was
To know what she was about
Believed she was just like the others
He met in the clubs
He could not see her valuable gems
Her heart of gold, before his eyes
Her troubled soul hurt for him
His thorny heart, she sowed her love
He denied the truth believed the lies
Insisted that freakiness was her game
He drew her in with phony concerns
Then dropped the bomb on her smile
She rolled the dice knowing better
Lose herself in his amuse
Behind the clouds that blinded her
He lost her love in the splendor
He hated to show his wicked facade
Cause others would know his sinful sham
Moreover, would see the twin of Satan
Hidden behind his amiable face
Be not afraid
To fight the right fights
The hate, the hatred
To regain your rights
To end bigotry, racism
Fascism and nepotism.
Be brave
Like a heroic slave
Who is not afraid
To be whipped, raped
By an inhuman master
By a greedy slave owner.
Be not afraid
To fight for the weak
The underprivileged
Every single week
Every time
They’re victim of a crime.
Be not afraid to fight
The right fights
Every time you’re right
When your rights
Are denied and violated
When you’re humiliated.
You’re not a poor slave
You’re from no enclave
You’re from here
You belong to every tier
Of this picturesque landscape
That no eyes can escape.
Be not afraid
To dream, to dare
To fight hard and fair
Against the hatred
The bigots
And the nuts.
Copyright © November 20,2015 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
I witnessed gang fights before
But not as violent as this to the core
Students from different public schools
Looking at them like mad men and fools
They carried guns, knives or even samurai
Ready to fight don’t care if they die
The rage they felt in their hearts
Are growing in their mind from the very start
They don’t care if people will get hurt
Poor parents thinking their sons are very smart
Go to school every day and study very hard
Just realized if they receive calls from the police
Their sons are in jail asking for a release
January 2013
Going home late afternoon while riding in a bus full of students that are so noisy, after 5 minutes they looked outside to see their enemy so they force themselves to go out and since I am near the door, I am so terrified for they show their weapons and run, after 2 mins I heard a gunshot..what do you think happen to them? some of the passengers inside the bus, just make faced or show no feeling at all. Even the bus driver..they just keep quite. What a terrible day. whew!!!
For Nathan's Contest
Honorable Mention
The man of eloquence
With all the aptness of words
And craft of speech
Silently sits on the fence
Holding his tongue tight
And see the fun when tasteless
Jokes being cracked upon
The poor, weak and downtrodden.
But the dumb knows
Neither rest nor respite
Until he shoots his shouts
Throws his disgust and anger
Through the language of his body
With the help of gesture
Against the filth, lies
Deception and injustice of an oppressor
The man of rhetoric
As if he knows neither the value
Or the power of his logic
His being mute is conspicuously inauspicious
As if he never joined to earn
The right of freedom of speech
Whereas, the dumb man
Knows the meaning of sound
The value of the words
So he tries to articulate them
With utmost care and sincerity
Whenever he sees a slightest opportunity
Against an unjust or a wrong
As he knows speech is a special gift
Either from nature or from god .
But the man with gift of the gab
Wastes it when he holds his piece
Or misuses it when he spreads
Hatred and blatant lies in fear, in greed.
I’m poor, you’re poor
I’ll fight you for your door
Your box, your shoes
I’ll wish you many more
I’m poor you’re poor
There’s no exit from these doors
What for, what for
You unraveled on my floor
Adore your score
But your rash looks really sore
No more, no more
You’re slacking on your chores
I’m poor, you’re poor
I need lotion for my pores
Instead, I’ll fight you for your door
Your box, your shoes
I’ll wish you many more
I’m poor, you’re poor
There’s no exit from these doors
a tear fights his way through desolation
the purple summer flower is snapped
hope expired to memorial
green fields are hermetically sealed
mud splashes fouling soft cheeks
the worst in humanity has been reached
childhood dreams buried by cruelty
salt burns painful in bleeding wounds
monsters shuffling around
nailing hard steel in bare walls
behind the scenes reigns vipers
ruthless sounds die away in the cosmos
@ Bianca & Gerhard
Cottons in the clouds –
Children having pillow fights
Jumping up and down.
7/27/14
"Loud" "Shout"
"Knock" "Out!
Thunder went off last night
It was in my house in fact
My sister and I were arguing
I was going to be attacked
We were arguing over the TV
To see who would get it first
I honestly don't know why
We both decided to burst
In the end, it was stupid
We could've worked it out
Now the TV’s taken away
Because we decided to pout
People who want misery
will find it in everything
An angel becomes the devil
The flower wilts
A cloud blocks the shining sun
Angry people pick fights with you
pretending it's themselves
Don't be your own
Worst
Enemy.
The watchers eyes focus within silence
bombarded by messages of pure malice
many suffer so much hate towards an individuals choice
everyone with deep vision can see these festering souls
Those whom support the culture of death no longer hide
openly denouncing God's right under Divine law
When push comes to shove hellbent
certain agendas have highlighted uncivilised heathens
a dark side underneath your skin is clearly exposed
Manipulating the truth has only one verdict
when examined properly bringing justice to this court
and the relationship between lies
In the face of an honest opinion warlike beggars cry victim
no amount of evidence will sway these possessed bodies
They are so filled with pride and baseless egos
to acknowledge the twist in their own tongue to explain
Judging others with a cold heart separates them as wolves
with such bitterness showing teeth stalking every word howls
In that which does not suit their ill agenda behind a mask
trampling on the innocent with racist views
masked as caring with sweet stings a scorpion
Loveless bullies self ordained bigots uneducated liars
twist the very meaning of life backwards
where the sick are incurable they are never untreatable
there the blind have already opened their eyes and can see