Best Final Countdown 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
Israel and Palestine duel, as Iran pulls the strings
Abiding under the rule of the Country with the wings
As Russia looks down Turkey is twisting in the wind
All seeking one crown or just the chance to rescind
As Trump stokes the fire, Maduro concedes to Putin
Netanyahu's situation now dire, separation so thin
And as China stands by harvesting lands procured
Isis continues to try yet no land has been secured
With Libya falling apart as the Sudan follows suit
Each actor and his part following the precise route
Just as the Bible had said as it all falls into place
Man would rather be dead than accept God's grace
Watch that eagle with wings, watch what he'll do
The deal that he brings a peace deal made for two
Then after three and a half years as the Bible said
Realizing their worst fears those of the living Dead
Ezekiel 38
Luke 21:28
When you see these things begin to take place, stand up and lift up your heads, because your redemption is drawing near.
She walks star naked amidst the midnight suns
A voluptuous Venus with bouncy buns
Descending the salacious staircase with loaded guns
Causing cosmic explosions a Super Nova of Megatons
A cybernetic seductress within our virginal view
Exposing raw prowess without missing a screw
The comets do celebrate as she walks askew
Strutting the staircase serviceable upon queue.
Oct.09.2019
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"Final Countdown"
With a male virtual voice
N/A for contest
Birds in midheaven flying all around
Soaring high then gliding down
Gazing with hunger upon the town
Instinctively knowing up from down
Observing unbridled spiritual breakdown
White horse and rider with august kingly crown,
Bright white, bloodstained flowing gown
To all birds an invitation did righteously resound
A great feast of kings and commanders showdown
A feast of strong and great after the takedown.
Birds in midheaven flying all around
Soaring high then gliding down
Pleasing the rider of supreme renown
Gazing with hunger upon each town
Great Evening Meal's final countdown
The end of an era has come and gone
Right before our eyes;
With the man who first stepped on the moon
Having said his last goodbyes.
While tens of thousands of engineers,
Scientists and lovers of space
Helped lift him up and get him there,
No one else can take his place.
From his childhood to the final countdown;
Separation to “The Eagle has landed,”
There was something unique about Neil Armstrong
Who never once felt lost or stranded.
While planting America’s Stars and Stripes
And walking in lunar dust,
Not hardly for himself alone
But for every one of us.
Seemingly, so long ago
But then again, not long at all;
America never felt so good
And we all walked ten feet tall.
When Neil returned
The fires burned inside our homes and hearts;
As the promise of a new age dawned
We believed in a brand new start.
From earth to sky we’d learned to fly
And Neil Armstrong took us there;
First of his kind to sail through time
And walk where no one else dared.
The end of an era has come at last
As time and history march on;
And some men’s marks are made to last
Not least of all, Neil Armstrong’s.
in confrontation
forces of good and evil
the final countdown
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11th February, 2016
Contest ~ Haiku 102
Sponsor ~ Nathan D.
Placed 4th
Along Came Polly and Final Countdown
are the two movies I have seen the most
both movies make me smile without a frown
I don’t watch movies that have any ghost
Along Came Polly is underrated
I think it’s funny and it’s really good
my two top movies are unrelated
and both of those movies I understood
The Final Countdown brings back memories
of a time when I was a younger man
when I’m watching that I relive glories
most memories I’ve tossed in the can
one’s a comedy the other’s sci-fi
nobody ever have to ask me why
'Ding-Ding-Ding'
Round 1
Your knees became weak
Learning that your opponent was The Great Enah;
The one to never lose a match.
The one to tear you apart from the inside,
with a double right hook to a left
uppercut combo,
and finally a killer left jab to the
right cheek to only take you out
for 3 seconds at a time;
Round 6
My heart sunk
Learning of your match when you were half way done.
At this point
struggling
just to
keep your
breath.
Battlescars have taken captive your beautiful flesh
Wrinkles of veins stand like mountains
above valleys of blood on your deteriorating skin.
Yet I watch you continue on,
to land a glorifying punch to say
"Everything will be alright."
Round 12
The final countdown
Revealing the final combo
A fatal melee straight through the chest.
I fell to my knees as she tumbled to the ring's floor.
The impact of her body loosely colliding to the ground
echoed in my gut.
6 Rounds,
Not even 60 or 600,
could prepare me for this moment -
She lost.
'Ding-Ding-Ding'
Prepared for when Death
schedules his meeting, I…
A patient landmine
I just came back but He called me once again
There's a job to be done and I am not quite finished
The people of Israel need to be alerted that their King is on His way
The Lord has called me to pack up my suitcases and bring a comfortable pair of shoes
The message is simple
The hour is late
The nation of Israel is on its final countdown
According to the Throne Room of God there is no debate
I must tell them all---Jews, Agnostics, Muslims, Existentialists
The Messiah is on his way!
The Lord is not gonna allow His people to be deceived
He will allow us to do signs and wonders in His Mighty Name
Just to pique their curiosity
Perhaps the signs and wonders will get them to change their faith
Many were converted when Jesus walked the earth doing His healing ministry
It's a matter of time til we see how they will respond
Pray for Peace in Jerusalem, peoples of the world
Pray for the sacred land of Israel
The Antichrist is chomping at the bit to set up his own throne there
He wants to declare that he is the king of the world
I will go and measure the outer courts of the temple
The gentiles will trample it for a span of time
The Antichrist will try to deceive many with his holographic images
The Army of the Lord will destroy his expensive toys
The God we serve will not be mocked or ridiculed
It's almost time to return to my new home
gwendolen rix
6-25-15
Whilst sitting on the Launch Pad
They await the final countdown
Their rocket – called TAKE 5, begins to shudder
The Captain is well known, and called BUTTERFINGER Boris
The other crew are MIKE and IKE and a female they call Doris
Rising with a roar like thunder
The MILKY WAY GALAXY to their left
Igniting like a Rocket at a Guy Fawkes celebration
They travel through the atmospheres and up into the stratospheres
The crew men on the Mother ship are called THREE MUSKETEERS
As they approach the Harvest Moon
A wondrous sight for all to see
The ship positions carefully, preparing to touch down
The Moon looks like a Christmas bauble dangling from the skies
Such a WHOOPER – it’s humongous, they really can’t believe their eyes
Landing with a bump and beginning to alight
They step upon this waterless and dusty satellite
There are SNO- CAPS for to climb, with such a steep incline
Great MOUNDS of debris all around that block their route ahead
But truthfully the crew would like to be at home, instead
As they explore the Moon once more
They stumble upon a strange creature
A little Green Man, who is very obese
Announcing himself with a sweeping bow, as Mr WATCHAMACALLIT
He’s training to run a Moon MARATHON, but he needs to get fitter to win it
The crew they finished all their chores
Boarding the Mother Ship they fasten her doors
Lift off is smooth, as they drift and float, gliding back into space
But hearing a strange voice nearby, whispering "Are those goodies for me"
They discover Mr W, on bended knees, embarking on a chocolate SPREE
But how on earth did he climb aboard, this CHUNKY little man
The crew in such a quandary and not knowing what to do
Should they turn back NOW AND LATER tell the reasons why
Or continue on their journey home, they did not want to die
Let’s take him home, cried Doris, he can live with me, I like his smile
But the twinkle in her eyes became a tear upon her cheek
She was lonely and emotional as she began to speak
She had fallen for the Moon Man in amongst the ballyhoo
Back home now and in wedded bliss, living on 5th AVENUE
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November 6th 2018 - election day
Later today after
all votes get cast
post final countdown,
the winning candidates
ought to be known
way before break fast
cometh on the lanced
morrow (for champions),
nonetheless
my fingers and toes crossed,
that those donned diametrically
opposed to establishmentarian
(reed conservative
buttoned down
MAGA stalwarts) deemed
more dangerous than
beastie boys, or
foo fighting, Outkast
sans, these progressive forward
thinking Democratic activists
(purportedly threatening
gerrymandered territory,
where white Anglo Saxon
Protestant hegemony dominates
status quo regarding
dhow ting Thomas Nast
tee Donkeys as
hashtagged by Trump),
I pray these true
purring blue state
representatives clinch,
the majority to oust vast
Republican politicians cowed,
demeaned, and excoriated
for NOT fawning
prince supple lee,
nor paying expected
obeisance as mealy
mouth sycophants, that she
push hilly accede toward
belligerent, execrable,
and incriminating, nee
Machiavellian hot headed,
quasi coiffed,
donned, and puffed que
hair raising bully,
whose vindictive
uber lyft tartly tinged
tongue lashing,
they risk acerbic
punitive un re
lent ting vitriol stemming
from recalcitrance determined
by the fuhrer wannabe
wool shear lee be silenced
unless that bigoted,
"FAKE" man hat
tinned unabashed, unhinged,
and unruly
villainous president we
the village people nominated
to bulldoze zee
American free
dumbs, now made irrelevant!
Forgiveness will almost never erase the hurt
that the deed has inevitably caused.
However, in that hurt is where I realize
who and what we really are...
Humans are not built to supress,
nor to put on a mask, to impress—
to pry and to rage
like a demon in a cage.
Yet humans are not steady rocks—
we are thrashing waves in the storm,
screaming at the top of our lungs to be saved—
to be loved perfectly—
and yet we love indefinitely
in our watery graves.
The hurt is there to wake us up
to the truth,
and to reach for the light
with searching eyes,
kneeling at the final countdown
of overwhelming darkness
onto the soft shores of promising peace.
To forgive, is to remember with love
how to see beyond your human mind,
and touch another soul with the respect
that every life deserves—
to empathize our broken conditions—
to care and mend the frictions.
I do not like what the world has become,
nor will I love every action in this waking life,
but I will never cross the thresholds of hatred.
You will not find me residing there,
biting and chewing on the crimes done,
personalizing every sin into accusation,
and manipulating it into my problem.
I will wait, I will hope, and I will keep forgiving,
until you walk with me or without me
out of this door of uncertainty
and into the light of clarity and fidelity.
10.29-31.19
Love means
A-Never having to say you’re sorry
B-Leaving the toilet seat up
C-Tug-a-war
D-Going on a safari
Hate means
A-Holding up a knuckle sandwich
B-The final countdown
C-Stealing someone’s lunch money
D-Having a murderous twitch
Lukewarm is not
A-Half-hearted
B-An ice cold bath
C-Tepid
D-Life uncharted
A kiss is
A-A prelude to making love
B-A peck
C-French
D-All of the above
Cupid is
A-A cube
B-A straight arrow
C-As cupid does
D-Test tube
In Paradise by the Dashboard Light, why is the guy singing,
“Praying for the end of time?”
A-it’s where a light shines
B-Forever happiness
C-So I can end my time with you
D-Where there’s more fruit on the vines
2/13/2023
Anything you asked for, it was done.
Just had to say my name.
I did it for love, while you were just playing games.
Little did I know, a pawn in your show.
Played my part well, always do and never tell.
Back Burner
Behind the Door
Under the Bed
Pick you up off the Floor
Other side of the Curtain
Lifting you up to be more
Whatever you said I believed.
No matter how many times you deceived.
I will never again do the things I did for you.
The final countdown of compromise finally in view.
You took my dreams, and made them yours.
Kept the walls but tore up the floors.
No longer taking my part in your play.
Far all that I have given, silence is all you say.
Your life is only because of me.
I played my part then fought to be free.
Now on the outside of your cage.
I take the forgiveness and leave the rage.