Best Hostile Poems
I'm near cuckoo
This Monday blue
A day not eas'ly recommended
for making sense
I'm way too tense
And hung-over to comprehend it
My mind's on the bend
my imaginary friends
are threatening to abandon en masse
I was perfectly sane
till they pissed in my brain
negotiations are at an impasse
It pains me to mention
the bone of contention
menacing our peaceful existence
my voices of own creation
went above their station
with mutinous and unfair persistence
Old Mother Hubbard
had sneaked to the cupboard
to steal skeleton bones for her yapper
the skeletons in-wait
welcomed their bait
with little resistance managed to trap her
As to why she'd no clue
their demands were few
and until met they'd keep her as hostage
twixt two skeletons squeezed
the hag was well-pleased
only in dreams she was ever in bondage
The skeletons vacated
on their long-awaited
crusade for their rights to be equal
a sudden scurry in my head
when the voices I have bred
became hushed, which was rather unusual
The spokes-skeleton
passed a colorless wind
voiced their single demand: to remain
"We were made to vanish
to a dark cupboard banished
we demand henceforth to share your domain."
A resounding "No!
You'll stay down below
we're totaling 20, including the yapper
there's hardly space
the din to embrace
and an hour-long queue to the crapper."
"Then the beldam Hubbard
will remain in the cupboard
lore would have it, bare to the bone
the cupboard, that is
not the hag, whose Maltese
diced up raw will be fed to the crone.
We implore you most
kindly engage our host
in negotiations and if necessary plead
we want into his brain
and share your domain
or prepare for a skeleton stampede."
PART 2 TO FOLLOW. THIS MIGHT TAKE A WHILE, AS I'M LOCKED IN HOSTILE NEGOTIATIONS
Oh the venom on these lips
cold fury should you
taste it there. Drink
deep my gathering gloom
quench your thirst for
my lies and my truths
and my muted thoughts.
Stand still frozen dead
in pools of wonder and
dread for this poison
that seeps into your
pores will not soon
leave the haunted spaces
your frightened places
there will be myriad traces
where it killed the
wonder it found in your
dull and dreary mind.
Choke on toxic thoughts
vomit my musings and
spit forth guts colored
black with doubt and
fear and torment stain
the ground with your
loosened purpose your
pathetic beliefs that
words are always intentions
of the noble and righteous.
A din ensued
my imaginary brood
with a good dose of misapprehension
hauled out their toys
and with a deafening noise
held band practice to demand my attention
My head resounded
I was astounded
as my voices insisted space be freed
then took up position
for a spit competition
unless their demand I would heed
"Spit all you may
I refuse to be swayed
back to your cupboard, skeleton folk
all was well hitherto
with my self-made crew
till my head friends you chose to provoke."
"Dear host, you're unfeeling
to your good sense we're appealing
repeal the bones' non grata status
or your imaginary crew
will hold a coup
assisted by our posse comitatus."
"Skeletons and friends
your logic transcends
admittedly you've much courage and clout
I'll have to engage
with our very own sage
the inimitable Shadow of Doubt.
"After due consultation
and much deliberation
Shadow and I decision had reached
you may rant; you may rave
do the Mexican wave
yet still be punished for my rules you have breached.
"The imagineries and Hubbard
to inhabit the cupboard
access to my head is forever denied
you skeletons will hoard
keep my secrets well-stored
in my head where you henceforth will reside."
There's no happy ever after
my world is now dafter
cramped, the skeletons keep knotting their chains
with more space at hand
my imaginary band
multiplied. I'm now doubly insane
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Hostile Times II
By Nate Spears
Busted love is my Crystal Ball's fortune
My heart hurts in a torturing way
Nothing ever works in my favor
Standing still
I lower my head and pray
Confessing to God
All I have to give
A 16 year old rebellious daughter
A 13 year old son that’s dead
My father is in prison; so is the one of my two kids
Is this really a way of living?
I didn’t have a choice from the days beginning
Anything different
Would have a given me a chance
at living
Walls of barriers bearing on us
On this earth we stand
Refusing to let go of this curse
If no bill is signed by Congress
My unemployment runs out next Thursday
Now I contemplate what’s next?
Sex dollars or Creflo's Dollars?
Be an honest woman; or
Be a fool that’s starving?
When pushed to the limit
All governors are discarded.
Hostile Times rains upon us
Other nations joins the honors
The Elite makes me vomit
There’s plenty of resources among us
God have mercy and let it trickle down on us
Rather than become degrading
In this pew
I choose prayer
Becoming Sunday Mornings best
Washing away my pains that become abreast; with my chest
Bringing in a new day,
A today,
For a better way
In these hostile times we live in.
Love is so powerful between Andy and Helena after their love grew up to the climax they found themselves in a situation where no one can live without the other this has been going on secretly for so long. But nobody knew it until the fortuneteller prophesied that love indeed existed between Andy and Helena.
These two families have long better feuds between them, as result of suspicion that’s Andy’s family murdered Helena’s brother in the forest for land. Then the confusion has been going on for a while and there was an eminent threats Helena’s family planning to retaliate for the atrocity Andy’s family has committed.
Despite this grudge still these lovers maintained their relationship secretly and tight. One night they were discussing about their love affairs suddenly they caught nearby the forest making love.(You see how love is so powerful even the forest experiences love.) The news thundered all over the town. They were apprehended and brought before the magistrate court and they were found guilty to all count charges.
This was a promise made by the elders that anyone of them hurt the other he or she will be sentence to death by hanging. After both parts found guilty before the law of the land, Andy and Helena were to be hanged on the gallows.
But their death sentences were suspended for a week later, they were so lucky to abscond over the night and went to nearby cave for safe haven, then the news spreads like wildfire on dry grasses.
Then the people of the village to find these two escapees and kill them before their parents, the chief of the village, requested all the young boys and the hunters’ men to get into the forest and bring those culprits before him.
The chief of the village put bounty upon the captures of these they considered as criminals, but I considered them as real and faithful lovers.
The attacked all the routes some people were on the heart of the forest searching for them, on the other sides there was a big river and lots of dangerous animals in it.
Andy and Helena did not know how to swim; however, they found cannon by the river they used it to cross. After all the suffering they went through at the end the eloped and married with four children.
Hostile Takeover
Written by: D. Collins 10/3/14
Way, back when, nobody saw the big plan.
Redistribute the vote all across the land.
Putting judges in place to enforce their will.
Carrying guns in case they have to kill.
Its been a hostile takeover of basic rights.
And, abortion decisions are taken overnight.
They chose this route because they cannot win.
No clue of the devil buried deep within.
NSA spying came from Bush’s regime.
Once it was exposed, it became Obama’s thing.
Obama got caught holding the bag.
America lost friends it once had.
A hostile takeover is what we’re currently in.
From the right to vote to the prison system.
A coup d'état is right before our eyes.
An ideology affecting so many lives.
Digital Connectivity is a strange phrase to see,
It's all modern technology, a mystery to me.
Just a normal guy, not a technophobe,
But I thought this phrase was worth a probe.
Mobile phones, cameras and camcorders,
Laptops, notebooks, pc's, kindles and i-pods.
They all are under the same umbrella as far as I can see,
Folk use them all the time, wherever they may be.
The off switch they have seems pointless to keep,
They are on 24/7, even when your asleep.
Folk use them whilst driving, laws they do flout,
They text anytime they are waiting about.
Social gatherings are not to be left out,
before the phone has bleeped twice it is out.
Conversation interrupted, now that is not right.
Folk don't say excuse me, they are so impolite.
They sit on the table, like a napkin ring,
Couples don't talk, they wait for the ring.
How sad is it that life is abused,
All because a mobiles misused.
Dave Timperley 2013
Tamper with her phone, primary income
Sugar site no longer accessible
Selfish intentions drove his decision
Turned to last resort substitute, Bumble
Rapid response, invite to restaurant
Simply served as practice and a nice meal
Revelations compiling impressed her
Chivalrous, frequently announced fond feel
Presented online as a mere sales rep
Below standard for her high status aim
Her lease nearly up, he drove move in step
Surreptitious inventor, numbers game
She didn't suspect his sweetness supreme
Relished via Phil's evil intervene
29th March
Unscrupled Meddler
Turned my trajectory in June 2022
I used to wear a white cowboy's hat,
but here in New York folks gave me funny looks for my choice.
" You must have a real cowboy's grit!"
" Go down Texas and learn that accent with a high-pitched voice!"
" Were they really so insensitive to insult my intelligence?"
Stubborn as I was, their comments fell on my deaf ear,
and as they got closer...I greeted them as a true gentleman would;
oh, they showed no sympathy through a gaze of fear!
" Did I resemble an outlaw or appeared to them too shady and cold?"
" Did they redicule me for wearing a cowboy's hat that was too broad?
" Non sense!" I said with a tone of a rebel wanting to start a fight...
"Cowboys have always been my favorite heroes of the Wild West!"
" Who dared to say to William Picket or Charles Goonight...
that their hats were too wide to suggest an imminent threat?"
"Keep your mouth shut, don't look if you don't like my hat!"
Hostile Became
Hostile became when humiliated
And not only that was agitated
Said bad behavior did display
So I had done it anyway
Also lying and prevaricated.
Jim Horn
Remind you of anyone?
Trump Became Hostile
Trump after a while became hostile
For no one would he go an extra mile
He likes women who are very radiant
Could care less if he has their consent
Yes he surely is both vane and vile.
Jim Horn
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Here we go again
Smiles exchanged in vain
See that silly grin
To lose is to win
Round and round trade blows
Settling scores that show
Each smile a prompt stab
To puncture odd flab
Crafty with shrewd stance
Burst of deadly dance
If only you knew
How sad matters brew
Two rivals at war
Sharp talons can claw
Deadly serpents slide
Sharp betrayal glides
Yes spy versus spy
Fatal moments ply
Leon Enriquez
24 May 2016
Singapore
The Extra Mile Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
placed 3rd
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You better go the extra mile
In order to make others smile
Take care how not to be hostile
Help humans to revive
Leave not people to their own fate
With their worst woes, yours you relate
Truly, it’s a wonderful trait
From it, joy you derive
Give confidence to a loser
Transform totally a boozer
Play well the role of a schmoozer
To let mankind survive
Even though I am now over 7,000
poems I still am having a problem.
Hostile About My Poetry Style
Other poets seem to have become hostile,
About each way my poems I will compile;
Way I punctuate,
A terrible fate,
And many others complain about my style.
Spring outside and things started greening,
And St. Patrick's day is what I am meaning;
Blood thin,
Did not win;
Over towards lucky Irish like to be leaning.
Jim Horn
Have Become Hostile
These days politicians are all hostile,
While going through period of denial;
Can never trust;
Live life of lust;
Do nothing and everything away will file.
Jim Horn