Best Juggernauts Poems
Remember all the Wise Men on their knees upon your yacht?
With orphans on their backs they’d crawled (with others that they’d brought)
Through rubble on the highway sands and residues of Lot.
They came from severed cities selling postcards of your thoughts,
Though offered for a penny piece, not even worth a jot.
They mused
“How are you feeling? What it is you want, you’ve got.
The words you scrawl on calling cards: ‘I AM – the others NOT’
Shun wisdoms of the Seven Seas: ‘Salvation can’t be bought’ –
Your fathers tried before you and your fathers came to naught.
“You started out by gelding goats and then by casting lots
Of bodies to the battlefields, contorted, tight and taut,
Then wallowed in the wake of trails the dervish devil trots.
“With marching bands of fatherlands, and drums of Hottentots,
You lure your legions in harm’s way like giant juggernauts.
Like Tweedle Dum your minions come (the sober and the sots,
The troglodytes, barbarians, and mislead patriots,
The Vandals, Huns and Hannibals and seaport Cypriots,
The Japanese, the Congolese, Americans and Scots)
To vanquish bows and arrows, spears and catapulted shots
Of those who hide in bamboo huts their families, pale, distraught,
(Their withered wives with dried up breasts, their swollen babes in cots)
Who swoon, engulfed in poison darts and vats of acid hot,
Consumed by magic mushroom clouds, atomic megawatts.
“In churches of your deities, your Holy Huguenots,
Your Imams, Rabbis, Voodoo Dolls and Mitered Lancelots
Lit wicked kindled candled walls in temples (while we fought)
(Used pins and needles, magic spells on makeshift mock whatnots)
And mosques, cathedrals, synagogues have blessed each new onslaught
With prayers for pipers, puppets, pawns, your rigid armed robots.
Continued in Part 2…
Categories:
juggernauts, war,
Form:
Monorhyme
Everybody bears a price tag
Claim tycoons with bottomless purses
With a plethora of dollars to flash and flag
About to entice simpletons who deem their lives struck by curses
Inserted in their DNA
Generations ago
Which render them incapable to shove away
Bets of cash their stricken spines can’t forgo
While stomachs groan and lips
Demand smartphones, mascaras and lipsticks
Deployed to slay chaps with wanton whips
That cut and slice with savage kicks
On pates gone wan with insomnia
As limousine driven juggernauts
Splurge huge wads of notes to catalyze mass hysteria
Among street corner astronauts
Whose flight to Cupid exoplanet
Fell on its face
As moral worth net
They chose to suppress
In the face of perennial penury
That nibbles homesteads bereft of meals
In January
When cash overloaded sovereigns strike asymmetric deals
In which they beat down the cashless
Unless the poor rebuff cash offers
Preferring the famine and thirst the voiceless
Endure twenty four seven cos their coffers
Cash they’ve never seen
Cos fate shifted the balance of resources in favour of the few
Who more often than not turn out mean
To taunt the poor who shift on a church pew
As a tycoon blurts, ‘There’s a price tag on you
The sooner you acknowledge the reality
The better your world will enliven anew
As on you my bucks bestow and restore dignity in humility.’
Categories:
juggernauts, poems,
Form:
Free verse
My thoughts wander as I wonder what I'm running for.
It's like I'm hunted cos I'm wanted for the chalk under juggernauts.
Now I ponder what I'm running from.
I took shelter against an atomic bomb.
I put distance between us like boggy swamps.
And worked resistance against urges when the horror taunts.
I grip the side of todays and tomorrows wants.
And let the world burn away when on fire watch.
I turn to gaze at the stars in the night sky and look away with desire in my bright eyes.
I stay aligned and balanced like earths globe.
With the moon and the planets with the sun burning slow
I come with passion for the past do I desert home
Do I deserve a future or do I turn rogue.
There's no sorrow for tomorrow when you watch it pass.
Forgot today in search of yesterday in the past.
My future looks like an image of a bleak scene.
I emerged from the sea still picturing a deep me.
My heart goes out to all the people that are never found.
Too much going on and feeling under pressure now.
It aint easy when surviving on this deadly ground either.
As we breath the air choking thank god we found sleepers.
Only demons there to keep us here keep us scared they're sincere.
Still considering my thoughts where I re compare.
Nightmares and dream scapes as I lie here this heat wave leaves me right here going crazy to see the change.
Trapped seeing these angles.
The tangled chap man of perception in chains where they dangle.
The manacled mans hands on pulse when he strangles throats.
Facing these battles I stand alone like a stranded ghost.
I move faster alone quick grab the rope slick catch an go.
All in the same boat now the ships mast broke.
No sails for gale winds that blow on the high seas tired trying hit that coast.
Thats my goal.
Deep in defiance when I fling that stone as reply to some social science you show signs that ya lean that low.
Ya best answer when I ring that phone. That's right man ya hear me bring that tone.
When I bring back soul ya knees flop like a bean bag dolls.
Man ya eave drop like a clique of crack hoes.
Like a dog tare the meat from the bone of bone idol spineless blokes if they fit that role.
Categories:
juggernauts, rap,
Form:
Rhyme
sing out loud
Poseidon
hold up your trident
juggernauts request to sail
through
your
white cliffs
but
jagged waters
where
we
entered
Poseidon's Gateway
Categories:
juggernauts, imagery, imagination, inspirational, introspection,
Form:
Haiku
Am I the snail in the universe, a sloth
Blame it on me for taking a turtle initiative, going slow and steady
Cause I move too fast like a hare that I just collapse 3 on my floor from boredom
Dread to tell you the truth, what moves fast are my shows
Even my eyes hold still, blinking only when they feel the burn like they caught fire
Forge them into juggernauts so I don't feel this pain again
Go against my genetic makeup, turn me producer instead of a space filler
Here I am just going nowhere
I've been the same stagnant person for as long as I can remember
Jesting like a joker to be taught like a dog a few new tricks
Knick-knacks are what I collect to fill this void growing
Like I need something else in my life I love that I'm not prepared to lose
My bad, did I spill the beans to the plot of my chaotic story
Negate the negativity so I can see this glass half full instead of half empty
Omit this fear, this paranoia screaming at my bravado turning him coward
Please find my Anastasia, tell her to come to me
Question her, ask her, demand her to fork over the whereabouts of the rest of me
Restoration of me relies on what I can replace but I can't replace what she took
She stole from me, disappeared into thin air, another sorceress for my memoirs
Take me to Juliet so I can scream at her for abandoning me
Uncensored, no bleeps nor beeps to mask my frustration
Victory, it would mean victory yet I already claimed my vengeance
Woe is me, I'll never say those words; they don't exist in my vocabulary
Xray me, all I have are broken bones
Years have not been so kind to me
Zero, hey I see you again; make me a hero again or just help me end this...fin'
Categories:
juggernauts, nonsense, universe,
Form:
ABC
kimo
merciless, unstoppable destroyer
kindergarten juggernaut,
the Incredible Hulk
for teens, hostile steamroller
transforms to Cain Marko
mere distractible, vulnerable mystic
youth's master of tech barrage
cybercrime’s Michael Calce
reformed, manipulative hacker worm
Date: November 29, 2019
IP-023
Michael Calce (born 1986, also known as MafiaBoy) is a security expert and former computer hacker from Île Bizard, Quebec who launched a series of highly publicized denial-of-service attacks in February 2000 against large commercial websites, including Yahoo!, Fifa.com, Amazon.com, Dell, Inc., E*TRADE, eBay, and CNN. He also launched a series of failed simultaneous attacks against nine of the thirteen root name servers.
Categories:
juggernauts, 11th grade, bullying, computer,
Form:
Kimo
he keeps saying it's
gonna
be a bumpy ride
but that's life
and all these spin-offs
about juggernauts
space fairies
and
helmets with no chin straps
riding in his
space cow
across the galaxy
i'm considering a chin-strap-beard
we are
one tonight
i explain to the human geography teacher
in the lounge
that i am a completionist
i don't just
watch some episodes, but finish the lot
he counters, "did you see every episode
of duck tales?"
the man is mad
Categories:
juggernauts, humanity, humor, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
We stage a dazing drama
Impetuously unfolding with scenes
Spelled by our minds and moods
Where all things happen
With the scripts discarded
We watch keenly a curious comedy
Everyone scheming for greased palms
Gone...when the rules were without exceptions
When shady kingpins bow to Justicia
And their sizzling sleaze unraveled
Now justicia sick of sightlessness
And has sold herself for Greek gifts
For the nuts of political juggernauts
We see strange scenes
Consciences sold out for their bellies
Easily welshing on their ideals
Mooching to munch around god-fathers
Who at pleasure push them around like pointless pawns
And who are they not to play their proprietors' tunes
Or dance to their rhythm?
We stage a tangled tale
A show of shame
Mindlessly becoming butts of jokes
Before our curious children
And validating ourselves with laughable excuses
Categories:
juggernauts, character, corruption, satire,
Form:
Free verse
Well wobbling around in a pear tree dressed in a space suit can be very very dangerous. You might fall. And fallings are failings and failings flay the flesh from even the smallest atom that arrives in a puddle so never question the movements of a pond in the seasonal adjustments. Eradication of waste from slumber kitchen is hidden in an attic drawer. Once opened it slides away in a drip format akin to drizzling sauce onto a plate of freshly carved meat. Carved carbonated creations can carry carnivorous carnivals cleverly closing chasms. And a beetle in a flat cap was racing around wildly while the worrying worm was moving thoughts around and around like a windy day moves leaves through the pathways. Ever since a hill breathed the path was pushed and pushed and pushed. Then to place ones feet upon the tracks ignites thrones, fields, destinations, and a large variety of six foot jars of giggling gherkins. The wearing of aprons at this time is heavily prohibited and the sixty feet of micro beads in a line stretching in gymnasiums is rather like the time the electric elephant circus played a wild thumping trumpeting time to the seven arched breezes of the tea cloud. Ha hats having heated hollering havens. How heavenly. Ha the misted mustard mouse moving mousetraps. Ha the feather forming a giant wheel and going down the motorways with the suitcase on full beam because it is foggy but no frog. X desensitisations x at over a million keys, motors and cute little jumping juggernauts with tiny five centimetre wingspans. Z z z z z z
Interesting to note that a snail can move at maximum speed in the morning mists of moons .
Categories:
juggernauts, bangla, beach, , cute,
Form:
The Holy Bible is a Journal.
On the desk, and it's definitely
not made of Mahogany,
it's lightly-stained Oak.
The blanket is Navaho. It's All Sacred.
Those Impeccable Tribes of the Desert -via the Fountaini
- will make more, but the Object can't be Programmed.
It's one of the gadflies or juggernauts ,
some say Gordian Knots,
of Simulation "Theory."
It's REALLY HARD (some say - ahem - difficult) to simulate a Grandpa.
Categories:
juggernauts, age, america, angst, anxiety,
Form:
ABC
Abominable Aborigine
Boycotted Baltimore’s Bakery
Canady Canola’s Cannery
Decoded deceitful debauchery
Endless energetic energy
Forwarded farmyard frolicking for a fee
Geographically greeting in Germany
Hardcopy happiness hee hee hee
Ignoring ignorance illegally
Juicy juggling juggernauts
Kettledrums, Kenya and Kentucky
Livening up our literacy
Maniac madness in a manatee
Nightingale nips so nervously
October’s ocelot obviously….
Paralyzes Petunia Parkway’s parenthesis
Quaking quail quickly qualifies me
Relaying relative radioactivity
Scapegoats and scarecrows so scantily
Treat Tajikistan twice tactfully
Undermining Ukraine’s utter ukulele
Vaporizing various vanities
Wicked Washington warrants wisely
X-rays xylophones ‘xtra-instantly
Yellow jackets yield young yearly
Zippy Zeus’s zesty zoology zings with zeal between you and me.
Categories:
juggernauts, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Abecedarian
The cogs of time
are creaking to life.
The time has come for me to shoulder my
responsibility and become a man.
No, it hasn't.
It is time to shut up.
It's time for everyone to shut up.
Not time to think; thinking is an eternal funnel.
Time to grind the stones;
harvest the aeons of work.
The bounties of our travels,
Endless musty rooms of crystals and trinkets
are pulverized by the hulls
of twisted, shapeless juggernauts.
Categories:
juggernauts, school,
Form:
Free verse
Muted my mouth open I yell, I Scream, & Shout;
-My ears are closed my mind is filled with doubt;
Emotions variances clouded judgment at naught;
Clarity's beholden it juggernauts;
And where do I stand while I'm falling;
And what do I listened to as I'm crawling;
Covid are the breathe that breathes not;
Lost are those souls that repented not;
7/27/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Categories:
juggernauts, analogy, anxiety, bereavement, caregiving,
Form:
Free verse
It's Friday night, work's days complete.
But years inform each week's retreat.
Youth 'gives' five days and hopes to 'get'
for two at least (their pace to vet)!
More selfish think all service cursed
and dream the Bible's truth's reversed
(God's blessings earned by 'good' we do
on Sundays sitting in a pew)!
Yes, faith may save, but 'Blind Faith' kills!
Who clothes the golden daffodils?
They stretch toward Sun (do they have thoughts?),
trash pushed aside by juggernauts.
Were Noah's woods what fleshed out ark
or trees (pre-Noah's time) its spark?
To seek true Bliss each servant's right
(All days aren't weekends, friend?) Good night!
Long Tooth
October 16th in 2021
Categories:
juggernauts, faith, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
It's November blowing headlong into Christmas
Semi trailers piled with tight wrapped trees
Southbound juggernauts of season
As the reason for it brings us to our knees
Beneath the rushing need of decoration
And perfect presents waiting to be wrapped
Everywhere a plea for peace and reason
Memories of magi starry rapt
The innocence of one more perfect baby
The gatherings of hope that this might be
A celebration of a birth and maybe
An end to all the bickered greed of we
As joyful carols ring throughout a mass
But it's just another day of hope to pass
Categories:
juggernauts, hope, hope,
Form:
Sonnet