Best Onslaught Poems
#One should be cautious in starting a war, but
once begun, it should be carried out thoroughly#
#Quote by Hirohito circa Dec 1942#
Onslaught
As little boy fell over Hiroshima,
a demigod dismayed how it grew
Into a fat man above Nagasaki,
Hirohito said, so I’m the devil too
Both are one, and the same person,
to say otherwise is splitting atoms
When two suns appear overhead,
an emperors duality, cannot fathom
And necessary evil is a dubious sin,
willpower making its choice that day
Expedience worked saving millions
I’m firmly on the side of Enola Gay
Reckoning came, not a flash in the pan
for marching POWs to death, at Bataan
Also, Pearl harbour, Iwo Jima, Guam
Midway, Okinawa, Tarawa, and Saipan
Job’s done, the mission accomplished
a time to celebrate, peace be strong
our conscience does not need absolution
obliterated by belief, we did no wrong
Little Boy/Fat man, US code names
for the atomic bombs in WW2
Pick-A-Title, Vol 32 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Prompt chosen Onslaught
07/11/22
drip, drop, trickling
rising, overflowing now...
emotional dam
wreaks havoc, torn, tossed
destroying walls, drowning wells...
no signs of stopping
gushing, roaring, lost
freedom to flow everywhere...
seeps to silent sea
Grief comes uninvited, like a marauder,
like a one man army charging,
he makes an unexpected onslaught.
A thief in the dark who comes stealthily,
without pausing to seek permission
and settles in the heart like an intruder
His stay is long and tedious.
He eats away our vitality,
sups on our vulnerability,
sucks our life sap and fattens on our gloom.
Like a tenant who hasn’t paid
a single dime as rent, he invites our wrath!
Even under threat, he would never vacate
It is at night, he revels
and makes the most fierce onslaught
He snubs out our sleep, disturbs our calm
Wide eyed, we have to watch
the nasty antics of this tyrant
He drives out all hope,
battles with our cheer,
evicts all positive vibes,
and invades the entire space.
Weaving sticky gossamer threads
to ensnare all happy thoughts
which come our way and like an ugly spider,
he arrogantly dwells in our heart!
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Sept. 11.2022
~ Placed First~
Pick a Title, Vol.32. Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Edward Ibeh
Finally home, cheers, hugs, kisses abound
My head throbs, but the fierce rage I contain
On hair-trigger alert, my inner storm starts to pound
As a good soldier, I've learned to take the pain
Family and friends are strangers somehow
Their laughter and words sound rehearsed and staged
Their eyes betray fear of who I am now
In their lives I can no longer be engaged
I flinch when car lights flash and horns sound
With dread, all night I pace the floor
Sunrise, I depart, Greyhound station bound
Too lost to be found, I've no home anymore
Written 9/14/22
Pick-A-Title, Vol 32 - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
"ONSLAUGHT"
The crowbar rattled at the clattering noise,
In the yard, against the hulls and hoys,
A Cloud of tar smoke rose through the green,
Large oil slicks floating on the lake sheen.
Inconsistent hills throughout the landscape,
The sunlight was a deep purple color shape,
Similar to the finishes of Florentine bronze,
That's it for the day, no real swans.
Overwhelming sadness now needs our song,
From death, an awful lot of sadness sprung,
What type of tears? What heart's grief arrest,
What sighs on sighs lobs the mom's breast?
With faint homes to brilliant ethereal light,
The enchanted guiltless has taken flight,
On the liberal bosom of undying love,
We find a concealed elevation above.
Warden, I realize you both mourn her loss,
She no longer feels the hold of pain across,
The regulations of elegance are without bias,
You can turn your pain into grace and praise.
The dread of the interminable assault,
The arrival of gizmos has long been sought,
All these notions had a major effect on history,
Each was a frightening age-related mystery.
The attack on slavery was nonsense,
Designed to hide the ambitions for pretense,
Never before has a tiny beast attacked so hard,
It just bites its horns and hides with its tiny shard.
Thoughts on webcasts, phone calls, Facebook,
Rising vitality contains attacks and an ebook,
Both were made by teenagers in their twenties
Bounty drives and precious realities.
Do not shed tears in the flowing river,
No real pain in the dark pits to deliver,
The first light was magnificently bright,
It was soon covered by the haze of the night.
This eliminates spontaneity, love, and anxiety,
It steals time and hides physical and moral piety,
Concept, politics, creation, and profit come first,
A blitzing slave was a lie to hide the curst.
1st Place Contest Winner
Written: September 08, 2022
Pick-A-Title, Vol 32 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
I don't think the world is ready for my onslaught, I'm about to wreak havoc
My sanest moment was embracing my madness
How can I lose my mind if I never had it?
I'm more than a savage, less than the baddest
I'm not the greatest writer but I'm better than the average
I write carefully but my pen attacks every page
My pen does more damage than Jason Voorhees's Machete blade
Competing with my Pen's difficult
A tortured artist who wants his words heard while being invisible
Write over a thousand rhymes a day but in person I never speak
I'm not a poet, I just rhyme well and make letters meet
A world without the Kardashian's would be heavenly
Because of lines like that, my work may never be considered legendary
Cupid when you're ready, put me and Demi Lovato together please
If not Demi, then Ariana Grande, and I'll never look at another women again
I'll put down the pad and break every pen
I've learned not every line will be perfect, so I'm putting my worst ones here
Usually I pour my heart on the page and leave my verse in tears
Even with the obstacles and demons I face I'll still persevere
I'm tired of love and need to change the type of girls I've been Dating with
I need something more than hook ups and trading pics
So I'm staying single until Ariana Grande & Demi Lovato agree to share me for a three way relationship
Share me for 3 days each, then have Sunday off to rest
Don't hate me for hoping for the best
I've learned to laugh off pain and find comfort in what used to leave me distraught
This is my onslaught
I look to the sky
through a dirty window pane.
The sun sets again.
by Robert Pettit
for Michael J. Falotico's "An Haiku From Your Window" contest
A center stage of flood light probing,
desperate living in a murderous onslaught
war's naked inhumanity
sky tearing rockets, a pinpoint rage
casualties that define a battlefield
carnage that sticks to history
joyless existence for those flash-blinded by fear
upgraspable horror that fails comprehension
What drives global mayhem?
territorial expansion, the lust of thieves
the dictator's creed
imperialist thrust to chop at a culture's roots
to replant borders through blood-shed
greed
onslaught war in tanks of clattering woe
brute spectacle of citizen dislocation
Do we ignore war till it comes to us?
as history hooks another dark cloak
no civilized dictatorship
no reserve to deflect blame
authoritarianism that hasn't breathed its last
for the murderer scheming in plain sight through
rubble-years
cumulative scars of foes push his nervous tick
an unending pleasure
malice that sticks like lipstick on a mirror
Do we just change one war for another?
Or is peace like the buried secrets of mummified souls?
still struggling to be heard
Knowledge of survival that evaporates like steam
Poem composed October 3, 2022
Contest: Pick A Title Volume 32
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
The hands of time can't be reversed
For hourglass' sand must flow each day.
When life isn't found as intellect rehearsed
The sand doesn't slow nor does it stay.
As a respecter of persons time is not deft
So relish each moment as you travel.
Seeking the max from time you've left
For comes a day when life will unravel.
I sit forlorn delving on things withheld
Excavating resentment from a shallow grave.
Toward one whose thoughts could not meld
But death will someday end that crave.
This is my lyrical onslaught
I can fill up a page of rhymes from just one thought
I pick up the pen and put it to the page, then begins a strong force
As I start my lyrical onslaught
By the time this ends I'll have blood on my hands from making the pen bleed
I'll go to war if it means gaining inner peace
I remain true to myself no matter what's happening in the world around me
I've spent my life swimming with sharks and they couldn't drown me
I've got new scars on top of old wounds that are still bleeding
I've battled suicidal thoughts but I'm still breathing
Why would I fear another when I've already had a war with myself?
Writing doesn't take away all of my pain, but it sure does help
I've been too busy battling depression to worry about how people attack my character
Maybe I'll never reach my full potential like Ricardo Quaresma
Depression tried to destroy me, I had to take the time to rebuild me
I managed to kill the suicidal thoughts before they could kill me
This is my lyrical onslaught
I filled up the page from just one thought
I picked up a pen, put it to the paper and felt a strong force
This was my lyrical onslaught
Facing thought onslaught,
lower mind begot,
we struggle and grieve
but get no reprieve.
Our desire thought's cause,
which we put on pause,
choosing to be still,
that voids within fill.
Body has it's need,
so dark desires breed
propelled by ego,
we're loathe to forgo.
Moments of silence,
sans thought violence
are when joy seeps in,
pulsating within.
We remain alive
and in-form nodes jive,
more so when thoughts cease,
in a blissful sneeze.
We are in a fog
since tail wags the dog.
Thought's an instrument
needing improvement.
Tapping higher mind,
rid of ego's bind,
in divine embrace,
we imbibe God's grace.
Silence is the key
for us to be free
of desire and fear,
as thought forms that sear.
Thus by letting go,
in staid stillness slow,
we become the flame
that carries no name.
07-September-2022
The rain has stopped
But I am saddened by the sudden,brilliant onslaught of sunshine,
Although the apple trees,drenched and dripping
In the steaming orchard,
Glisten in almost painful beauty.
The rain was comforting while it lasted
It suited my gray mood,
For I was caught up in reveries of blue yesterdays
And I traveled into the nether lands of despair
Where regret and sorrow dwell.
But now the sun touches every corner of the landscape,
Banishes melancholy
And will not be cast aside.
Gold dances on the perimeter of darkness
And hope most sweetly is restored.
An Onslaught
Once there had been an onslaught
Of temptation which off we fought
Regarding sin and final outcome;
Wondering where it originated from;
Should source of sin still have sought.
Jim Horn
Torturous nightmares of hellish anguish
Make soul drowned in agony to languish
Torments’ onslaught disturbing blest silence
Dreadful lamentations God can vanquish.
Midst attacks of guilt heart strives to conceal
Frustration-wails reign midst hopelessness’ peal
Driving me to hide in the Lord’s chamber
Serenely safeguarded by His love-seal.
Fleeing from perilous temptation darts
Faith seeks refuge* in the Saviour’s ramparts
Hedged by grace, compassion, mercy and peace
Constantly braced upon truth of fresh starts.
When achievement is flooded by vain pride
Paralyzing sincere commitment stride
I’m driven toward failure’s grievous loss
Thus, in the Almighty I must abide.
As fervent service thrives to bear fruits well
Struggles’ inundation constantly swell---
My spirit keeps on worshipping with thanks
“To Christ be the glory” I humbly tell.
*Psalm 94:22 But the LORD is my defence; and my God is the rock of my refuge.
October 3, 2022
2nd place, "Pick-A-Title, Vol 32" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 10/14/2022
Thought We Would Be Caught in Onslaught
Then there was the time that we thought,
We eventually would have been caught;
Get a grip;
Car did flip,
In a tremendous outrageous onslaught.
Jim Horn