Best Howitzer Poems
My heart fizzles on feeling your presence
My body like a howitzer that fires love shortly to where you are
Trust me I'll handle your heart carefully, it too nice to be broken
My love for you floats on mediocrity and sinks on brilliant romance
I'm an ocker to any other girl that comes along
So let me rest in the haven of your arms
Don't worry about the other girl she was my mentee
Desert all the niggle of doubts you carry with you
You're the air that I breath, leaving will leave me dead
On seeing you my heart twirls from left to right
I hope you concede my proposal 'days to come'
My love for others was a bogus type, to you is a genuine one
And maybe the stars could fall on having you tonight
Accept me and consider having the moon to yourself
A 'YES' gives us an island of your choice
I'm sorry if it sounds like lies, I'm being 'true' to you
A howitzer does not shoot flowers
Missiles are designed to kill
A battlefield’s not for tender hearts
Innocence with blood is spilled
We awaken to another morning and life's all a bloom
All that was pre, became just a blip in our past
I know for I that leaving life's previous tomb
To enter another would just leave me aghast
Time after time after all that we've been through
Trials and tribulations that traversed our days
Moments, yes moments that we appeared to be true
Wowzer, howitzer, that we soon became strays
Argument after argument that continued for hours
We're like exploding devices that tore us apart
How can we defend such deplorable actions
Not what's expected from the alleged two smart
There can only be one answer, that's to never
And then it all stopped, now we're finally -
.
True love cannot be sensed nor seen;
Cannot be heard nor touched;
I never saw it coming;
I still remember the evening; l received a call
It was from someone l never knew or imagined.
It all sounded like a joke;
How can one have a tale to tell to someone never met;
Never talked to?
All was a fairytale indeed.
All was a sheer madness!
Calls were made;
Texts were sent;
Wishes were horses.
Roses were planted;
Sunflowers were planted as well;
Love was planted;
Later & nurtured by
Jokes; appreciation;
Encouragement; determination;
Faithfulness; honesty;
Two-way communication;
Not forgetting "give & take".
It is said that
Where there is love;
There is always a way.
One wonders ; what is love?
Who deserves to be loved?
Howitzer can one prove the love one has for the other?
I am told that
Actions speak louder than words;
Love is believed to conquer all.
Am l conquered as l love someone?
Has my heart been stolen?
If l cannot spend a second
Without thinking of someone!
Without smiling at his once cracked jokes!
Without being thirsty of his kisses!
Without craving for his drive!
The writing is on the wall.
I am in love;
Madly inlove!!!!
and a mobile howitzer (a mortar track)
had blown-up,
nothing remained, except the flattened
bottom;
and what was left of the crew, you could
have scooped up with a spoon:
and when I asked the priest, where their
souls had gone; those that heard, sucked a tooth
and called me a "goddam hippy,"
Use a sledgehammer to crack a nut
Use a howitzer to blast you butt
This was the rule of Timmer
He was a creative beamer
Put fire to his hut in imaginative smut
Sarah, her two kids in tow
walks in a second-hand shop
for only a second, since she turned
her pocket inside-out yesterday
for a large box of rice crispies
and a half-gallon of 2% milk.
Her old man stopped beating
her three months ago, 'cause
Social Services was on him but
she ain't seen him or any of
his paycheck in about nine weeks
She heard he'd gone to Idaho.
Their daughter, Rachel's been
skippin' school with other kids -
Sarah knows, but doesn't say anything
Jason's hanging near the dumpster out back,
his kinda short-lease home since he got
let outta prison for a possession charge
that he definitely was guilty of, but
he's been clean for three weeks now - almost
Raul's been running the dishwasher and
cleaning up in the bathroom at the fast-fried
chicken place, for three years now
without taking a sick day, although that
cough has been hard to hack for two weeks now.
He hopes the steam from the washer will
kill whatever's in his lungs
Soon Kie shows her green card to anyone to admire.
She has for the last thirty-four years,
but since she arrived back in '80,
when she already had seen more
war and death then most actual soldiers,
she still can't read above a third grade level
She's too busy cleanin' rich houses and
doin' late-night business park office spaces.
Once in awhile, they meet up in twosie's,
maybe more, down at the park,
near the whitewashed howitzer
from WW II government surplus
These are the Veterans of Local Wars
Sloggin' the towns trenches, listenin'
to the deafening blows of indifference,
marching every time they're told to
"Get up 'n' move on, no sleepin' here"
Life is daily skirmishes, the occasional battle,
sometimes being soldiers, sometimes the
innocent citizen victims, cut down, strung up,
strung out, frozen out, sometimes cryin' out
'most every day, wonderin' what life's all about
to have treated 'em this way
Still, sometimes, when they see each other,
they can smile, talk about that time awhile back,
sayin' "did you see what that crazy bastard did!"
laughing at the incongruities and the ironies.
Don't have no medals, don't need no parades.
- just keep movin'
© Goode Guy 2013-05-03
Our leaders being Neros
scamsters are our heroes
Even judiciary is not above reproach
For justice whom shall we approach
Dishonesty has become national character
Not a day passes without
gherao boycott or stir
Where are ye patriots who fought for freedom
Look! we have made mockery of your martyrdom
Every year new scandals come to light
Then unprobed recede out of sight
Poverty debts and slums multiply
Yet ministers short distances in copters fly
What is our national symbol asked someone
I told him: It is dear Howitzer gun
(A journey into the First World War)
The trembled hand
the twitching face.
A desperate draw on cigarette
looking for courage in a cordite breath.
Huddled in mud protected by
slime filled walls,
these walls of Jericho shake
crumbling into my fear.
My tomb beckons another inspection.
Buried alive under corrupted soil,
a land lords greeting from the
putrid remains of the tenants before.
Did Mother give birth to me for this?
The screams of the howitzer,
Marching in footsteps, stamping it’s wrath,
for fear of the dead rising.
And we who are alive, that dare to look
will see the face of death that hides within it’s light.
A face I would gladly see,
if bargain I could contemplate
in exchange for silence,
and the solitude of darkness.
Where fear cannot go,
where the cold become’s a welcome blanket
for I wish this suffering to end
To hear the guns, all seeking me
to shred my guts with shrapnel scythe
and amputations rip.
To die with blood soaked ears
punctured into silence for man’s aggression.
This man placed here by another’s ambition
to pay the price for no man’s land,
The only thing that is really free,
for dead men will not stop you
from taking a soldier’s walk.
Another draw on my cigarette,
and a prayer from my anonymous conscience,
trembles upon humanities lips.
“Gives us this day our daily bread
Though I do not forgive them
For thine is the Kingdom
And men will destroy thy glory
Forever and ever
Amen.”
Hindemith hindered her hibernation hopes.
How hansome harmonies hurt.
They hint at her lonliness, her homelyness.
She hunts her heart, hankering for a humdinger to hold her here.
Honour? Him?
Her hand hits a howitzer.
She hears him.
It's heady to hold.
But perhaps better to let go.
SAUCER
We are proud of our newspaper “Saucer”
They say It will never be a pauser
Words run like pigeon
From every region
And deliver truth like a howitzer
Ready the gun, action to the rear!
the 105 howitzer should give them something to fear!
why hadn't sergeant felt the toss?
the men jumped out
among each gunner
a shamed face shows
for each of them
already knows
we have their position!
prep the munition!
he drops his hands
and stops his commands
Sergeant sees his worst fear
the gun was lost
it was no where near
one single tear
fell from his eye
without our gun
our men will die
Battle weary joints in intuitions arrayed lines,
Reconnoiter the ballistic armor dish,
Spy work encounters soft voluptuous designs,
Muzzle lifted arrogant projectile as gripe ball?
Overshoot or underplay enemy rights,
Miss fit charged by the trigger happy brigade,
Blooms and bottoms out in fine rivalry points;
Self propelled guns to leave unfired shells around?
On the home front Howitzer powder monkeys,
Rest in peace to pleasure new silent glitches,
Old stories of their valor and fighting skills,
Victims of love bombshell hits, in stun attacks.
A fragile pistillum sways to conceal
the sperms in pestle. Unilaterally fired salvos
were increasing. After the dig, bodies in the
debris were popping up daily. There
was no truce for brothers in arms. Struggling
to hold on the humanism, anger was rising
from the white paper.
A sense of lost is weaponized. There is
a mix of solemnity and hurt. Pacemaker was becoming
a slave, will not respect cadence. Obscurity
must take refuge. The golden lined clouds
were enduring the sun.A howitzer fires at moon.
It was time to find the anchor, shoving aside
the mortgage of life.
SATISH VERMA
Howja geddit by firearms?
Gotta back to Semtex rams?
As the world warms
societies suffer dying fams
Letcha now my Lucid
Insanity and conflict did
Homes were demolished to rid
Livelihoods rubbled unsplendid
Why ju tay kit the life driven
Kissing catalyst of counterbidden
Every whisper hafta fill emotional burden
Wanna dance oh handmaiden?
This is so aptly my meow
Howzit going your salty war blow?
Whajoo do with it till now?
Begging in peace row
Walking tall to move
Wrapped blue groove
Gotcha embark my love
Lemme in and go my hove