Best Hostilities Poems
My friend, put a pause on throwing punches.
There's no use holding on to petty grudges.
It's much easier to breathe with feuds ended.
Always accept an olive branch, if extended.
It doesn't matter the cause of dissension;
Douse the scorching flame of contention.
Forget who threw the poison dart first.
Avoid fueling the fire with an outburst.
Give who wronged you chance to make amends.
No sir, you two don't have to become friends.
Don't worry yourself with friendship plans.
You don't even have to meet or shake hands.
Toss your ego aside and be the bigger person;
Resolve brewing hostilities lest they worsen
And simply just let bygones be bygones.
They are only pros to doing so, no cons.
For whom the bell tolls
this vibrato of iron
an ancient message
steeped in holy tradition
hostilities at an end.
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Are you concerned about me?
Yes I'm talking to you Daisy.
What should be done with him?
Our situation with Tom is very dim.
I don't think thats true.
You only loved me.
Now stop with this vile spew!
Come get in my golden car and let us flee.
I think you have some very definite ideas about what should be done with Tom!
And yes, next time I will remain calm.
Oh look out!
You hit her- quickly take that route!
So you think Myrtle's health might be at stake?
Well you shouldn't have run her over for God's sake!
Now you say you are shaking from this incident with the car.
Of course you are!
So now you say you want to be left alone...
Have you ever had a single moment's thought about my responsibilities?
Daisy I have pledged myself to your own!
I promised to fight off every man, to overcome all hostilities!
Daisy has it ever occurred to you that I have agreed to look after you?
That I have signed a letter of agreement, a contract!
For your sake my whole life is driven, myself made anew.
But I will wait for tomorrow- then, our union shall be made exact.
This poem doesn’t want to get written.
It’s fighting with all that it’s got.
Apostrophes, commas,
Their daddies and mamas
Are joining to give it a shot.
I’m dragging each word that’s resisting
And plunking it down on the page.
So every letter
I’ve forced, with a fetter,
To take its place up on the stage.
This poem didn’t want to get written.
Its protests were lusty and loud
But the pencil I wield
Made hostilities yield
For the poet’s compulsion’s unbowed.
Handshakes,kisses and fond farewell
with destiny's tears ,no thing could quell
Explosives whistled all around
where red petals now colour the ground
Lives sacrificed for us,now free
lie quiet as blossom from a tree
Each requiem slowly brought a tear
stripping each sense of its veneer
Crysanthemums now lie on each grave
thus did fortune favour the brave
Stress thrives on attention,
And tends to shrink without it.
Worries and what-ifs only claim time.
If we let them they just won't quit.
Shift your focus away from your problems.
Try to see possibilities;
Instead of counting your curses,
And feeling hostilities.
Count blessings instead of curses.
Count flowers instead of weeds.
What grows in a garden depends on,
The soil and the type of seeds.
Don't sit amid doubts and misgivings,
Under dark clouds of worries and sighs.
We need rain as well as the sunshine,
And after there's warm summer skies.
Thank God for all of His blessings.
Be thankful for that which is yours.
Realize some blessings come in disguise,
And some we must gain through chores.
Have been on a journey to here and now,
and I arrived to a place of serenity.
I follow the peaceful calm path of Tao,
and developed a distinct pure identity.
I like my journey and my life,
though, I have felt life's knife.
I have collected many sad regrets,
things said in anger and all those things left unsaid.
Sadness for life's lost including my pets,
on many graves and red roses my tears have bled.
But, God I did my very best,
oh, please grant my soul rest.
I have great hope for my future on earth,
as I know my path forward and destination.
Will treasure each day and each given breath,
my future life will be of my own creation.
There will be no hostilities,
or impossibilities.
Football fever
World Cup Brazil;
Too many overnights breached
Imagine a world
Glued to football mania;
Morning red eyes syndrome
Now you've seen it all
Germany's got the gold;
Back to normal routines
Even my wife's up
Watching the final match;
TV and sleepy eyes
If only something
More tangible...
Can heal the world
Competitive sports
Winning smiles collect;
Losing tears regret
Bedtime at dawn
Wake up mid-afternoon;
Schedule gains off-side
Peace for now
Until the next World Cup;
Life minus football fever!
Just for a sporting change
For a short while,
Unruly world celebrates
In-between hostilities
Dazzling football magic;
Memorable milestones
In my dreams
Football in the net;
Goalkeeper dazed
Leon Enriquez
14 July 2014
Singapore
THE HOUSE OF LORDS
I am from The House of Lords
where men are great and women are whores.
I am travelling to the home front to inform
my country that war is to come.
Our rivals are jealous of our fortune.
They sent a woman because their attention becomes grave.
I am sharing this with my fellow women for solidarity and support.
I must bring honor to The House of Lords.
Cohesion is the militia.
We all aimed to a common cause.
We know our men are our strength; therefore,
we must morally espousal.
I come to empower.
We will write to enrich and advocate for corroboration.
In that we fight for our self-worth,
Let us henceforward.
We will stand in the piazza.
We will speak in our clearest voice.
We will bring insight through our performance.
This will be an enjoyable time for all.
However, when the time comes, we must declare war.
I came to home front for stratagem.
Our military are strategic women and men.
Insofar, we know when.
The House of Lords is foreshadowing a liberated country for its inhabitants.
Our conflict is with those hostilities because of our affluence.
We are their weakest point.
For that reason, we know that warfare is to come.
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Penned December 05, 2014!
A poem that simply does not rhyme:
In my opinion, has no chime.
The bells and whistles of a rhyming sequence,
Is the kind of music, my ears need frequent!
How I admire the writer, who rhymes a story,
with creative words and is explanatory.
I am completely raptured by the rhythm of a speaker,
as he unravels his epic, to the hungry seeker.
I love those moments of anticipation,
as words flow with perfect collaboration.
The tales may be true, fictitious, or blue:
about a horse, a dog or even a shrew.
A child, a man, a box in the attic,
pure love, or hate, and also pragmatic!
A saga, a myth, a cow jumping over the moon,
The spring, the winter, or a hot day in mid-June!
The element of immeasurable surprise,
may bring happiness, weariness, or crying eyes.
You can’t put a number on rhyming possibilities,
There may even be some that bring severe hostilities!
I know there are those that think I am just silly,
some may even call me a country hillbilly!
One can even assert, that I may be a bit slow,
since at age forty-nine, Dr. Seuss still sets me aglow.
For, when it comes to rhyming, I get frivolously delirious.
I suppose I could add that I am really not that serious!
Now, whatever your style of poem might be,
don’t for a moment, stop to think about me.
Just be creative with everything that you write,
and know our God in heaven wants you to take flight!
Rhyme, Battle
10-3-13
I AM INTELLIGENCE!
In world of mannequins, I step to the cause.
I see this woman fussing at her child about wanting to go to the park.
How formed is this.
Hello Lady and such a beautiful boy he is.
He wants to play in the park.
However, you do not have time for that.
Let me see if I can solve your problem.
I am Intelligence.
Intelligence is a superhero that forms very delightful scenes.
I am humorous as well.
With superhuman powers, I provide a child with a dream.
I give this one the dream of playing in the park.
The child stops crying and obeys his mother.
In another episode, I am sent telepathically, an abusive scene.
I transform arriving there instantly.
Through superhuman powers, I find a nurse and instruct him via
mind to be compassionate.
Intelligence watched for several days.
The facility conformed their healthcare tactics to better ways.
A little girl has broken her leg.
Her mother neglects and flagellates her more when she does not feel well.
Intelligence has watched for a short while.
The scene was sent via the mother verbally abusing her child.
Then she would stop for quite some time.
However, the child broke her leg while riding her bike.
The mother sees the chance to abuse outright.
Intelligence deploys to her mind and the mother begins to praise the child.
Intelligence is a moralistic superhero.
No age or race barriers does this superhero has.
In the time of hostilities, I am there.
I was given my superhuman abilities to achieve peace unconditionally.
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PENNED ON AUGUST 30, 2014!
It's a pretty little town in northern New York State.
To visitors of the region, everything looks great.
There was one obscure fact of which I was not aware:
A big War of 1812 battle was fought there.
A large British and Canadian force started a campaign
to seize control of upper New York and Lake Champlain.
British ships under the command of Captain George Downie
fought American ships and armed forces unsuccessfully.
The British captain became an unfortunate casualty.
Not long after, all hostilities would cease.
The Treaty of Ghent ended the war and brought peace.
I thank wikipedia.org for valuable information I obtained to write this poem.
I shall layeth down my cloak of redemption
it shall cleaneth you of all manner of compensation
for just as my temperament doth squabble feebly with the present foibles of my most difficult current hostilities
time sweet majestic unwavering time
doth reconcile in me
an assurance of tranquility shall invade my troubled waters and calm the turbulent seas to but a ripple
as if transposed to a lake
where the sun doth shine from the heavens
and prosperity will live in my house
once more
ONCE AGAIN
Fanciful images play gentle on the minds of children young and old.
Anticipation becomes a forever word that compels dreams and expectations
to struggle with and sometimes overwhelm impatient patience.
Exotic perfumed scents of fir hovers in the air exciting already taut senses.
It clashes delightfully with the bombardment of brash bright colors that
blink, blink, blink slowly mesmerizing hurried minds into thoughts
of blissful peaceful solitude.
Touch the air. Feel it effervesce with sparks of remembered enjoyment.
Of days filled with colors wrapped and tied into careful gifts brought forth
from a rotund man wearing colors of white and red.
The shadows of log fed flames lightly dance around the room in friendly
shades that caress softly and speak messages of comfort and safety.
Familiar melodies bounce along walls and ring bells of spiritually dusted joy.
Mother, covered with the flavors of passed down recipes drops
her apron and proclaims the evenings feast .
Mouths water from images of epicurean delights and eyes widen
anxious and desperate to take it all in.
Now and then I ask myself...
Can love expressed in this complex manner
cut through the hostilities of everyday inconveniences?
We smile and cheer on this annual ritual in hopes
that in some way this interruption in time
will clear away the sludge that clogs the engine
of soiled relationships bred with the guilt of
Auld lang syne and the countdown to Day one, once again.
C.A.K. 12-12-2012
In the setting sun the Sioux Tepees look like vandalized pyramids,
the Tetons themselves appear as though angels raped
by the savagery of centuries yet noble in barbaric beauty and warrior ethos,
a Scalp Dance is begun, torches up high on the outside
a bonfire big and heavy be the center spirit,
the drums awaken from the caves of ancestral courage
and the voices of a thousand Mothers plead for the pride of their sons,
drumbeats raise the heartbeats into the heat of glory
as the rattles rake the mind with the cost of blood,
warriors enter the pit with bravery to prove and fate to appease
feet pound the earth and scalps shake on power rods
the currency of victories swing wide and thunder smacks the stars,
Afterwards, Chief Partisan presents us with squaws
pretty in young passion and fertile to the touch,
there is a custom of strength transfer through intercourse
they desire the seed of our spirit,
indulging in their spells of native kiss could leave us vulnerable
to capture or even assassination
we can't afford to be reckless in pleasure or mindless of morals,
I am unwilling to father a hybrid pioneer amongst a probable enemy,
embracing these temptresses gowned in scanty furs
could even politically bind us to the Teton against their traditional adversaries,
we must avoid inciting intertribal conflict at this juncture,
Morning has arrived with a think fast attitude
the messages between our nations is unequivocal
the Teton are intractable in their belief of invincible independence,
they have their arsenal, warriors, and horses,
feeling that they own the thunder and the fear of their neighbors,
the Chinese and New York fur markets
along with taxing river passage have to date guaranteed them wealth
and the British have armed them for profit,
however, the arrowheads of the United States are aimed to strike their arteries
and we won't stop until they bleed out into oblivion,
the Sioux shenanigans have resumed as we gather up and get ready to push off,
exasperated, we convince Black Buffalo that it behooves him
to persuade his people to let us leave without hostilities
and they do as we toss them some tobacco sticks,
once on Destiny, anchor up,
the southerly winds lift our vessels towards autumn's genesis,
J.A.B.