Best Havoc Poems
Blackie mounts my broomstick every Halloween
With her silky coat and eyes of emerald green
We’re silhouetted in the moonbeam's gleam
Kitty meows so loudly if ever we are seen
Children point at us and let out a scream
Look at that black cat and the warty old witch
Blackie’s hackles rise, her meow rises in pitch -
I wish my black kitty had got a volume switch
We rise then fall as my broomstick gets a glitch
Suddenly we're both propelled into a watery ditch
Poor kitty's fur’s wet, bracken covers her left eye
We clamber from the water, and I let out a sigh
She meows like a banshee, I know the reason why...
as she's lost our big container of sweet pumpkin pie -
It’s her Halloween treat; I can’t bear hearing her cry!
Her meowing gets so loud soon it reaches a decibel
So I get out my wonky wand and repeat a magic spell
My broom flies out the ditch, the pumpkin pie as well
We both climb onto the broom and fly off to a motel -
I’m glad we got the pie back, or she'd make my life hell!
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There once was a witch in Vancouver
Who traded her broom for a hoover.
She encountered a glitch
When she turned on the switch
'Cause the hoover took off and pursued her.
Michael Myers is hiding because I'm holding my pen
The horrific poet full of emotions and sins
You talk like you've seen madness
Well you're in for a shock when I create all of this Halloween havoc
The psychotic poet is right here
The only one who can cause Freddy Krueger to have nightmares
Find me a spot to write and you'll die there
Daydreaming about me will leave you alone at night scared
You want to play games well get your quarters out
I refuse to dress it up or be watered down
My pen needs new paper to torture now
You can meet us at the slaughterhouse
Jason's mask is hanging on the wall
Turn your phone off and don't be asking for a call
I had a rocky start but now I'm Ivan Drago
I'd sell all of my exes to the devil if I could marry Demi Lovato
I won't buckle when the pressure's on
I've battled and beat demons the size of Brock Lesnar's arms
Battling depression taught me about war and pain
Instead of dressing up, how about you be yourself for a change
Jason Voorhees has gone into hiding because I'm holding my pen
The horrific poet full of emotions and sins
You thought you'd seen madness
Well now you won't forget me causing all of this Halloween havoc
From my blog on, Amoretti LXXV, by Edmund Spenser
my tribute poem included below,
Sailing Away From Dark That Wrecks Havoc On Earth
Earth left cursing in raging anger and sad roars
horrid spinning mess, its great darkness raining fear
vast teeming multitudes, with evil shore to shore
lies, wicked beasts, future never really clear.
These new waters, horizon now promising love
her beautiful kiss, those lips waiting just for me
Heaven sending guiding angels down from above
singing of light, truth and a divine sanctity.
My soul, its core now filled with a king's treasure worth
of romance and flowery meadows gifting life
sailing away from dark that wrecks havoc on earth
my ship, cutting through sleeping waters like a knife.
Sailing away upon Heaven's soft, tender sea
ranging across waters with her windblown caress
repentant and dwelling within bountiful glee
a sinner, long ago my sins I did confess.
Sailing into expanse of waiting paradise
her big bright smile gifting an ocean of delight,
never again begging more, this love shall suffice
with passionate gems gifted each and every night.
Pray I, eternity weds our Lives, Love and All
And we together, sail to our true Port of Call.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-26-2020
Rhyme, Romanticism ( The Dreams And Sweetest Wishes Of Youth )
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Total # Words::::178
"Hurricane Havoc"
dangerous winds rage
uprooting trees to tumble
drenched by rain torrents.
flooding waters wrath
swallow bridges crumbled stones
violence and death.
power lines cascade
sparking flames igniting homes
volatile darkness.
ocean waves invade
breaching sand dunes overflow
beaches dwell with fish.
hurricane havoc
shelters contain precious life
Mother Nature cries.
*For SandyIvy Davis's Hurricanes - Only Haiku Contest.
*American Haiku 5/7/5 syllable count.
The sun now sheds tears,
Making the sky, less fenced
Inputting in me, strong hell
Harvesting on earth, ill sense
I was a snapping camera,
Now I am the major general
Making the problem my sitting throne
Housing with me, odious loans
I advise with great caption,
Making you believe my fake action,
And causing your heart to be well textured
The pains now are not to be mere mentioned
If your heart was a ball,
Then I have kicked it to the wall
If joy was water,
Then I have stained it with what I utter
You say, "love is blind"
Now it has gotten your heart dined
Now I made you sit and cry
Cry and you hope to see the light at last
I have caused your heartbroken,
Afflicting and making you more sodden
Now I miss you and even your cuddles
I plead, yet it seems like great mumbles
It is all my fault,
But I waited and fought
Yes I said your heart tastes like salt
Now it seems Peter prays for more preys
It seems I am here to prey
Forgiveness, at last, I pray
Your heart, have I slain
Your trust, have I stained
Our beginning was a tale
Its future bills were my taste
The presence now is so much a distaste
I hope to grant you peace at the tail
I have caused you, a lot of havoc
Hindering down, all your handwork
Putting you in a detrimental plight,
Now you hope to see the light
To you now, I am a Jericho
To my territory, you are the feitico
All of these, a nightmare scenario
I wish to wake up from such an impure role
At first, your heart I proposed,
State of Tranquility is supposed
Happiness, we hope to uphold
But now, our love is dearly opposed
I have made wet the floor,
Now I must be at fault
Happiness, I hope to bring forth
Although, I promised but I flopped
I fought, now I broke my limbs
My wisdom to you now dims
Now you look at me and my sins
And say, "I shouldn't have loved you the way I did"
Rain Havoc
Like angry man, thoughtlessly, it came from the twilight sky
It hands were big, icicle, falling on the roof like hammer
Though it was twilight, but there ought to be a sign posted in the sky
Before falling; fifty minutes or an hour the rain choked
River over filled, raised above the road – street blocked
Mottos and motorcycles and bicycles and legs had to hover
Houses laid on the floor; junk droppers what have you evoked
If not Aregbesola whose work reduced Osun's cry
Note: On September 2016, it was the second day after the festival. There was a horrendous rain that fell in Osogbo Osun State Nigeria. It fell between fifty minutes or an hour, the rain caused a lot of havoc; streams raised above many the streets bridges and walk-able things had to wait till it streamed off: so that they could pass. Many houses were damaged, due to the heavy wind, especially those near the steams.
Meanwhile, when Aregbesola, the governor was swearing-in for in 29th November, 2009, his first work was changing of Osun State to State of Osun, then expansion of rivers, road construction, renovation and construction of schools, etc., people abused him, though Aregbesola was a beloved governor then.
His first tenure ended and was voted for for this second tenure; the love reduced so much and majority hate and abuse him. Because among all he has done, his educational programme and civil servant salaries, displeased majority. Everyone is with flaw. People abuse him, saying will they eat road, expansion of rivers, etc., is it not true? However, when the rain fell, they know the essence of his work. Aregbesola is among the best governor that did so much work in Osun. Please read my poem, The Saviour.
Havoc gland makes feel
A gamma of emotions
Hard to classify
Our mommy always complains
About mess that we created
But I’m thinking: ‘We are kids!’
And give advice to all the mommies:
‘Stop screaming, hollering and crying
We will clean up, I promise!
Next Thursday!’
Looking out the window of life what do I see
It is a far different world from what it used to be
We must all work together to make life a pleasure not just for a select few
Everyone is entitled to have their dreams come true
Negativity has swept the world creating havoc at every turn
To change this course a switch to positivity must be learned
A person's emotions are what rules the day
How about spreading joy to help keep anger away
Life is much like the weather with its ups and downs
Spending less time on our electronic devices inner peace can be found
One thing I know for sure is that we are all here for such a short time
If we all try just a little harder to make this world a better place everything would be fine
Tender hearts are set on success,
Their future paved with progress.
The jolly march, the zest of life—
To the beat of drum and fife.
Beasts from Sambisa darkness
Couch in supernal stillness.
Unknown, snatchers are mooring,
Hiding in the quiet morning.
Soon they burst in moony gory,
Garbed as in fantasy story.
The hooded beasts tower;
The hapless virgins cower.
Bulging eyes, quivering lips,
Throbbing hearts that fear rips;
With the visit of havoc,
The future's chilled in Chibok.
A cracking shot, a soft fall,
Sudden gasp, noisome bawl;
All's quiet, now and future:
Chibok, her life can't suture.
What a black morning sunset
For kids whose future's preset
With hopes and rosy bloom,
Assured of better boom!
All's gone to Sambisa wild,
To beasts that strut, humans styled.
They careless for our future,
Our mums who are our nurture.
Copyright © 2014
Important to note the date!
© Ben Burton 4-17-1961
Though nature is a miracle of fragrance, sound, and sight
What can compare with tadpoles turning into butterflies
To think that dainty creature with its wings in flurried flight
Was once a polly-wolly-doodle all the day and night
Now see the creepy caterpillar slinking up the stem
He's squishy, green, and yellow and whatever color blends
But mostly he's repulsive, no one wants to be like him
Til his cocoon brings forth a frog as every young boy's friend
If you prefer the butterfly, then shoo them off of logs
For if they light they might become a snack for some big frog
You'd think by now a butterfly would come equipped with claws
But evolution always has been fraught with endless flaws
The moment of my start ,
the destruction of thy art,
hearing the songs of theocracy ,
the songs for saving thee .
The intonation of deadly scream ,
heard across the vast stream ,
lest none had to stop me ,
for me to stop to see thy majestic beauty.
I heard the words of my master ,
who plans well for thy disaster ,
who creates the scenery well as common ,
serving a wide from the times of Romans .
He sends me often here ,
for punishing the big malevolence ,
but I never saw the wonders - for thy fear ,
for thy deep oceans help my tolerance .
I wish could I give thee a chance ,
to see the world with a second glance ,
nevertheless the order remains order after all ,
keep waiting for me to hear the next call .
The storm raged in fury all night
in morning's light the damage plain
the havoc greets our eye sight
Houses knocked down by its might
ruins scattered on floodplain
the storm raged in fury all night
Trees uprooted some taken flight
strewn like firewood behind remain
the havoc greets our eye sight
Just like lovers full of contrite
they are parting bringing them pain
the storm raged in fury all night
Breaking their hearts in the daylight
their home in ruins drove them insane
the havoc greets our eye sight
Nowhere to live, lost their birthright
their home, their castle, their domain
The storm raged in fury all night
the havoc greets our eye sight
Pandemonium packs a powerful punch,
persisting pitifully in its path.
Such a pretentious, pernicious prat,
pilfering everything;
Producing panic.
I’ll make pandemonium pay;
Penning a poem that puts
Pratt pandemonium in it’s place,
permanently.
10-23-2020
Alliteration 004 (I prefer old poems) Poetry Contest
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