Best Jeeps Poems
You were born in a specialist clinic
I was born at the front door of my house
we both came into this world and survived.
You’ve been eating foreign cuisines and expensive delicacies
I’ve been taking porridge and traditional soups
we both have grown and are a significant part of the society.
You go to school in Jeeps and exotic vehicles
I use public transport and finish it up with a walk
we both went to learning institutions and acquired knowledge.
You roll with the high and mighty and get a super model married
I’m surrounded by the middle class
and marries one never will be in Wikipedia
we both are active in the food chain and wonderfully living our lives.
You become a CEO or rather own a firm
I get employed by you to run your empire
we both sure need each other to function and drive.
Gold and Diamonds will decorate the casket of your funeral
mine may not even be worthy of a coffin, just a plain box
we’ll nevertheless be dead and our chapter closed without preference.
It is only a pathology when the eye gets larger than its socket,
comparison cuts the muscles of esteem and gives greed a new suit,
making simplicity a very complex attribute to attain
and a life full of complexities a better friend to existence.
Life is simple, we just make it complicated.
A civil servant wants to live at par with a tycoon
allowing his throat tie down the strength of his hands.
Every destination has different roads,
be it the highway or a rocky path.
Take the one within your speed limit,
the timing may show some reaching before or better than others
but the most important thing is, the destination reached
as achievement is decorated while life stay simple.
Human hunters with spiffy new clothes
Driving jeeps, yelling obscenities,
Blowing their inflated egos up with puff
Their guns are huge, angry, and mean.
I run from them but I cannot get far.
BAM! They murder me in front of my child.
Who will take care of him now?
I do not die quickly, so they knife me.
Over and over; I feel their rage.
They must hate elephants, I think.
Not realizing all they want is my tusk.
I see my young calf looking at me.
He does not understand.
I am a butterfly now, heading toward the rainbow bridge.
I expect him to follow but they do not kill him right away.
His ivory is not big enough yet.
Soon I think.
Firecracker - a paper or cardboard cylinder filled with an explosive and having a fuse, for discharging to make a noise.
Firethe Southern sergeant shouts to the boys behind him
In unison, we live or die together, light the fuse. The enemy
Rises up from behind a rocky outcropping
Effectively blocking the allied advance. Shrapnel
Crescendos from the jeeps in the rear, cutting down
Riflemen not killed instantly by the attack.
Another night passes, nightmares replay the
Carnage of a war un-won, I see the bodies of friends
Killed in the name of God. Every dead man
Earnestly left life not knowing if
Right was truly in their
Side.
As time flies, so her emotion swiftly fries,
As life frowns to dust, so her affection swiftly drowns to lust,
As love turns to coal, so her smile swiftly runs to the cold,
As sunset sets away, so her truth swiftly upsets the root of likeness, and erects away the boldness of trust,
but her hate doesn't rate me to roasted rat, because her hate is wingless, and no other can make her sweat and melt to hashes like I do.
Damn! I’m damned, if I get soak in her socking beauty,
Damn! I’m damned, if I get stolen by her golden smile,
Damn! I’m damned, if I don’t bench her lioness sex drive, I’ll infinitely feel less, like a quenched man.
Damn! I’m damned, if I merge with her chameleon cries and battalion kisses.
If I give in fully, just for the sake of ‘be a real man’, not 'a steel man',
my life will end up like the life of a North American bug, which inflicts painful bite on love and life.
When I transparently decide to give into love, all I get is:
Vultures smoking cigarette in an uncultured manner,
Kangaroo's doing Michael Jackson’s moonwalk in a live show in Cameroon,
Monkeys ordering for coffee, while wooing female donkeys
Zebras playing golf, with liberal views,
Lizards rearing Afro and trying to reawaken Lazarus from the dead,
Dingo's wearing costly tuxedos in Mexico, and speaking Spanish fluently,
Frogs driving Rang-Rove jeeps, in a foggy weather
Snakes wearing condoms to nibble into snacks,
Female Goats, wearing sexy underpants, to enable them float in a sinking Titanic boat
Bareheaded demons and bears drinking chilled bears together in a beheaded mood and using chilly pepper, to chill down their temper,
Horses babysitting housewives
I trip endlessly!
lost in a confused mood and temper, for she false me, she false me not.
I limp endlessly!
No matter how we try to put souls together to make our love bright and wealthy like the brightened face of Paris and the fat pocket of Las Vegas,
We always end up creating a poverty of love.
I have relentlessly tried praying forcefully for our love,
but I end up noticing that people, who aggressively pray the most for love, end up marrying angry praying-mantis.
I will just have to remain light-footed in love, and let her featherweight affections for me, turn to true feelings, or get carried away, because she false me, she false me not.
War hell on earth, fire in the skies, rockets bombs, and bullets.
Freedom is on the line and souls get free to roam the skies of heaven or get tortured in the flames of hell.
Democracy and a free world, blood guts, and glory for freedom that isn’t free. Souls lost for a nation under God.
We live free while others die.
Casualties, of war, there is no innocence war is hell and all who are involved have a job to either fight and survive, or to do is die.
War the hell on earth.
The machine of death.
The action to make peace.
Till there is no war.
Some gave most the rest gave all.
Choppers, tanks, Hum v’s, jeeps, and jets race through nations bombing, shooting with engines roaring killing anything standing still or moving.
Death destruction the smell of burning bodies and the ground soaked in blood.
Angles up above shedding tears of pain.
From the soldiers keeping heaven and hell packed with fresh souls of the falling.
War is hell, but communism is worse in a Nation that is run by freedom and the constitution of bill of rights on which America was built on.
We live, we die some with honor and a will to defend our rights.
And others just live to take advantage of what America was built for.
That’s why there is war.
America is hated by most
And was become divided, those who understand the concept of war and those who oppose war.
Liberals, democrats, and socialist makes the word freedom mean nothing.
Yet those same assholes are the first to hide behind the 1st amendment right of freedom of speech and protest.
In fact they start wars inside the country that was once united by people, but now has become divided by acts of selfishness by letting freedom offend their agendas.
Which in fact will start a civil war.
War is the hell on earth.
A revolution is on a rise.
A new birth of America is upon the people.
Will be a new world, or the end of all things?
It’s enough thought to base a movie on when there is nothing left and all hope is lost and the Earth becomes an empty space.
The moon will have no face.
Human race will end up erasing itself
Once the last world war is won by whichever side wins first.
War.
High in the dunes, feeding on Beach Grass,
Looking over their land in the Carova sand,
Majestic, they stand.
On the beach they frolic and roll,
Mares and stallions enjoying a stroll,
Tagging along are the trailing foals.
Stallions challenge others the same,
As another band of Wild Horses try to stake a claim,
Fierceness prevails on both sides,
One must win before the fight subsides.
Trucks and jeeps racing through divides,
One band leaves, heads for the dunes,
Frolicking and rolling in the sand resumes,
Wild Horses of Corolla dance to their own tune.
Naked trees whose dilapidated bodies have outgrown the test of time
shoot unseemly into the unaccommodating sky flustering as they walk by
Nude trees laden with deceptive shadows waiting for the morrow
Echoing a somber tune with superficial topsoil eroding from the mad earth
I sat on the top of the exalted mount watching brittle trees swaying doubtfully in the motionless wind and one force would have done them in
Fragile branches stick delicately form their wounded side reaching out
and cracking slowly with a forceful smile while angels lament by their sides
I recall the good old days when there was laughter everywhere
smoke rushing out the chimneys and grandpa with his wooden axe
piling up woods on the side of the stream and dragging them into the fireplace
Drunken men sitting on the side of the street infuriated with exuberant laughter knocking dominoes and shouting at terrified girls parading the streets in short mini skirts.
strong women in tall long skirts knocking their tambourines as the minstrel marched around in circles and unruly men with loud music sticking out their feet in fancy jeeps shouting
Dry grass lay flat on the reproachable ground howling as if winter is still around
As far as the naked eyes could behold green trees are floating in the horizon way beyond me
but close beside me green leaves are barely sprouting on the topless trees
The earth is still casting doubts as it sinks deeper into its devouring throat
drenched by its painful self-inflicted wound spreading misery throughout
I kept sobbing at nature's frequent disruptions and mankind useless inventions
cars sliding and young men gallivanting and swearing under the dark bridge
Shameful faces hang in despair holding onto to a cloud that is not there
And Noah whom they say was a religious freak took one hundred and twenty years to build a ship that spared daylight out of darkness and give rise to a new moon
And what of the black plague that torment millions of bones in their sorrowful graves
And the Spanish flu had its impact too who knows what really brought it about
Nature has sucked the life out of the earth waiting for a miraculous rebirth
while death pounds heavily on fragile doors.
There once was a whole bunch of jeeps
There were a ton of “beep beeps”
One thought it was too loud
So he drove through the crowd
Eating a big box of Peeps
Under the national treasures, they scramble for seats,
Selfishness solemnly from the wrinkled faces drips.
Do they speak our words or the words of Japanese Jeeps
When poverty and insecurity on our foreheads firmly sits?
No the world is not for me.
it's for suburban hitlers
who indulge in protocol wars
and middle class wives
in camaro jeeps.
No the world is not for me
but for trendy young things
and stylish hipsters.
it's for politicians,
who will caress your prejudices into a vote.
or for doctors with dollar sign ethics
and wallet surgeons who sign insurance plans.
or those sad soldiers that fall to their knees before a flag,
who believe killing strangers abroad will set us free.
No the world is not for me.
who shouldn't be let near paper or pen,
not with these grubby hands
and beerbelly eyes.
that spend their days
laying cement and nailing joists
and trying to quench an unstoppable thirst.
BEGGARS' VOICE
We are here!
Under the muggy weather
With my fellow 'Battu bearer'
Roaming from street to street,
place to place,
and City to City
For our daily bread.
We are here again!
'We',
indispensable members of this naytion
With our broken calabash,
Fallen stick,
And creamy rags
On our dangling neck.
At night, when the shining sun retired
And returned to his bed
We returned to our open mansion
With our fragile mat
Lying under the regime of cooling breeze
to injects us
And for our little landlords
to sucks from the little streams
on our fragmented body.
We are here!
Under the sicken policy
of our able saviour
that enrich their swollen stomach
irrespective of the country-men
with there oppressive jeeps
and shiny silent action automobile
Under the ultra lavish mansions.
By
Ajeyemi Wasiu .A
Those BMX bikers were kicking up dust
But the blockade ahead meant they had to have trust
The little green guy with a face like a sprout
Would come up with something to help them all out
The soldiers in Jeep’s that were blocking the road
Studied their sergeant who grinned as he strode
His carbine was loaded and held firm and steady
Hey kids, you've run out of road... already
The kids saw that soon they’d have no road at all
For first there were Jeeps... then a twenty foot wall
Their wrinkled up friend better do something good
As each of them peddled as fast as they could
The soldiers could see that those bikes they weren't slowing
Those bikes were still coming... but wouldn't be going
Machine carbines raised at the oncoming children
No soldier was sure they’d be able to kill them
Faster and faster those pedals were spinning
The little green alien just sat there grinning
And then they soared over those Jeeps, that’s not all
Those kids all got splatted against that brick wall
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[and then Mr Spielberg responded in person
I think I just might film a different version]
Physics
Calculus
Uranium
And Plutonium
Every resource we can find
To make a better tomorrow
From passenger planes to fighter jets
Nuclear power to atomic bombs
From standard jeeps to giant tanks
To North Korea and Vietnam
From music players to sonic booms
Electricity to radiation
From medicines to poisons
To the opposite of creation
Inventions that cross between
Commodity and sheer destruction
Forest fires, napalm gas, and inhuman chemistry
Our arsenal of megadeath unleashed above the skies
Sacrifice of conscience to obtain more weaponry
Caught between the vultures of politics and lies
The space race
The arms race
The race to end mankind
If only I had known
I would have become a watchmaker
clad in black berets and boots
all camouflaged with heavy guns
their armoured jeeps in Indian file
like obedient dogs they march along
faces pale from the burning sun
peasants tender, weak and poor
gaze helpless at the peacekeepers:
what begets this act of war?
give them a chance to make their bread
lend them a voice to sing their song
show them love, let them dream
that’s how peacekeeping is done!
Socialize your piety
Whilst still capitalizing on figurines
Maximum bust on trophy shelf
Doing it all in cutthroat seas
Wandering in lucid dreams
Charging up energy to believe
Now out on dottted lines
Where traffic does confine
Minds strapped against time
Look around towards horizon's smile
the lustrous safari outstretch
Lions making disco rhymes under sun
Men in jeeps adrenaline to run
Gravity is patient
She does not force
Talking heads beyond
What is subsidized-
Caring for elderly and poor
Is that economy brain drain?
Are we that atomized?