Best Javelin Poems
Had a thought a moment ago, just before I broke your aura'd wing,
trapped here, forever, within Audouin's vast crater alone and pining.
Starved for ages, a new gnawing hunger'd vision looked to bring.,
had we met, you and I, before the javelin started skyward climbing?
Though skin is rough and jagged as scoria litter that surrounded,
there beats a heart recognized by all the vanquished ghosts of Mars.
Was this love, don't know..,tho' never felt quite so astounded.
Perhaps startled to realize, it was I..,snared by her eyes in fawning stars.
Pitiful, mortal creatures molded by divine hands such as we,
learn only now, the cosmos proves bearable only through love.
And so I'll starve tonight, and tomorrow, and perhaps forever be.,
though joyous still..,no longer alone, or taunted by constellations above.
At last you take wing again, watch you soar away into the starlit night,
this day found love to save, and let your spirit go in merciful flight.
~~My apologies to Carl Sagan~~
What charms your whim, your fun,
Each day when you’re alone?
The things you ponder and get up to,
That’s not on the telephone.
Maybe you like duct tape art or
Collecting tea bag cloaks,
Or going around javelin catching with
Other javelin catching folks.
Maybe you carve egg shells,
Into beautiful greens and blues,
Or maybe you like to appear behind
Reporters when they’re on the news.
Are you the person that likes to moo
Convinced that you’re a cow?
Or are you the person that wants to be a cat
That loves to go meow?
I’d like to get together one day
And admire this theatrical poster,
And you could sit beside me, holding my hand,
Enjoying life’s roller coaster.
From prehistoric stone there was sharpened a point then a spike:
chiselled and engraved and hoisted and thrust,
raised high above men toward a target lofty, afar in a field.
Competitors rose from primordial waters,
harpooning dreams and dripping ambition,
tired and bruised but practiced and hopeful.
Javelin was once rock was once bone was once wood
is now painted is now plastic - from caveman to athlete
from mammoth beater to medal winner.
From grey pebble there became arrow,
from misstep there became podium
and a golden first-place pedestal.
Abruptly, a princess assailed my heart with love’s javelin
I relinquish - a willing slave, I come before you
O Azrael, angel of death carrying a scythe
And carrying souls to the afterlife
Here’s my breath, here’s my soul
Take them – sleep of the just let my soul bear!
Spare my dear love’s life!
Pierce her not with the arrow of melancholiness !
For a thousand souls I shall extinguish if her soul is assailed
Foes upbraid me with the love I have for you
They say:
Why have you decided to endure the taint of jaildom?
Can’t you see?
Both your soul and life is guided by her will
Free yourself you son of a schmuck!
O headless man, why have you lost the creator’s – sense-restoration cup?
Wake up and show what you have found in love of sorrow and ignorance!
Failure stares at you!
But I tell them:
Is there any sense in lapidating one who is smitten with a lady?
My soul has found a dwelling in her heart where love is in its place
And her face, a spectrum of serenity and light
My soul is at ease when I smell her amber scented locks
Can a man ever avoid such mithridate?
An hour spent with my love is a pilgrimage of honour and prestige!
So nemesis of our love,
Allow my soul into love’s servitude!
In his heart was an intense glow
After his seeming superb show:
An unsurpassed Philistine Throw
Until whistled “A Disallowing No”
That nearly javelin blood flow
Stopped from his head to toe
And a seizure wired like a blow …
Clear that a bank account won’t grow,
A once hot spirit is icy snow;
For all this rousing with the cock’s crow!
Now a bow is sick and tired of an arrow,
A once healthy Toyota awaiting a tow.
Give me a javelin, a fork and a spear
Why do you need to know?
Just come closer, my little dear.
Close enough to throw….
A massive delta wing machine
Big heavy fighter going after Soviet bombers
Hunting them over the North Sea
Armed with big guns and heat seeking missiles
Ready to splash the enemy communist planes
Before they can drop or launch their nuclear weapons
On Britain which stands ready and willing in defence
No longer safe from the tenuous Russian reach
Of Bear and Badger and Bison bombers
Silver painted monsters each carrying
Huge thermonuclear city killing bombs
And long range stand off missiles
Aimed at our cities bases and navy carriers
We stand allied with America and NATO
But some battles must be fought alone
The Javelin fighter hunting Soviet bombers
One such imperative a fight of conflicting ideals
Our flight crews always ready 24/7
For the run to the planes and a hot scramble
Lighting the burners and climbing steeply
Into the moody dark skies and the unknown
Was it World War 3 or a false alarm?
They always had to be ready no matter what
It was possible their bases would be lost
And our V-Bombers were on a one way trip to Russia
A case of all or nothing with many trip wires
Once crossed there was no way back
The Gloster Javelin defended us
There was nothing else like it
Big massive beautiful made in Britain
To stop and win a new Battle of Britain
Before it even started
THE
END
Amidst the pulsating tumult of the End
She sits …... calm ..… gentle ….. still
Like the silent heart of the violent
Storm that rages around her;
A disembodied rose petal,
Settled on the thorns.
My heart is pierced
by a javelin of
tranquillity.
The End
.
It was not my plan to be here.
I was drawn hither by cold beer
Thither, Hell’s heat too stiff to bear
Nor should I to it flesh spare…
And, now, everywhere noise is near.
You know I don’t drink and keep fear
Noise, next full storm and life is dear.
So leave I should: try some calm rear
What do I say: came to quaff beer
Just met knife, sword, javelin and spear
And before I could quit blood-smear?