Best Pincer Poems
A lady named Abigail Feanture
Received from her colleagues a censure.
She, being a vet,
Accidentally let
A mischievous Doberman Pincer.
the seahorses grazed in a field undersea
the jellyfish wobbled at the party
the starfish in their constellations went
the clams secretive tight lipped and silent
the hammerhead sharks did the DIY
the clown fish entertained as they swam by
the plankton ruled undersea in their gangs
the octopuses spent too long shaking hands
the crabs on the side their day they spent
the lobsters approached in a pincer movement
the sea urchins loitered dishevelled and poor
while the oysters enjoyed everything and all
Smiles in face pale
Benign heart fades to black
Smart and sassy
Opportunist at her peak
Bottomlessness of ingratitude
Shambles of shame
Shadow of wrath
Empty filthy air
Heartless hopeless
Tomorrow 'll come
I'll see what it would be
With you at the wheel
So unbelievable
I toiled,I worked
I endured and I...
But it's hard to believe
I'm the butt
The gun in your hand
Fire away without care
I don't care how it hurts
Wished I had known better
Well doesn't it serve me right
Lost in close empty chase
Trying to better what's lost
Spoilt forever and ever
Forever forever and a day
Forever forever 'll make a way
Forever forever I 'll say
I did enjoyed the burnt stake
I thank God it's now
In shaky heavy heart
Leaping relentlessly to stop
Nothing for grabs
Nothing for keeps
The mannequin and her sword
Piercing..oh pincer tear away in mercy
The long long battle set
We shall see how it goes.
THE SCORPION KING-A FABLE BY GWENDOLEN RIX
ONCE UPON A TIME THERE WAS A VERY DARK AND DANGEROUS KINGDOM
ITS GOVERNING PRINCIPLES WERE HATRED AND GLOOM
ITS GOVERNMENT WAS ESTABLISHED BY AN EVIL DICTATOR
AND DROVES OF HIS EVIL INSECTS UNDER FOOT
“FROM WHENCE DID THIS EVIL DICTATOR EVOLVE?” THOUGHT THE INSECTS
“FROM WHENCE DID HE GET HIS AUTHORITY?”
FOR HE STOMPED HIS REPTILIAN FEET AND HE SNORTED FIRE
HIS BREATH WAS PUTREFYING LIKE DEATH
ONE DAY A PETRIFIED ANT CAME BEFORE THE SCORPION’S THRONE
AWAITING A JUDGMENT, A DECREE
HE WAITED AND HE WAITED AND HE WAITED
AND FINALLY THE RULER AGREED TO SEE HIM
HIS VOICE BOOMED WITH DISDAIN
HIS EYES LOOKED LIKE SMOKE
AND HIS NOSTRIL EMITTED MAGGOTS AND VARIOUS WORMS
HE SAT ON HIS THRONE ROOM CHAIR ALL ALONE IN HIS GLORY
SHOUTING OUT ORDERS TO HIS LOW LIFE ORDERLIES
KILLS THOSE LOW LIFE INSECTS! EVERY ONE OF THEM!
EAT THEM FOR SUPPER IF YOU WISH!
WE ARE OVERPOPULATED! WE ARE CROWDED!
OUR RESOURCES ARE DEPLETED! WE DON’T NEED THEM ANYWAYS!
THEY ARE A BURDEN!
SO THEY SYSTEMATICALLY DEVISED A PLAN
TO SLOWLY KILL OFF THE REST OF THE INSECTS
EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THEM NO MATTER WHAT THEIR GIFTS OR
TALENTS
THEY HAD NO VALUE. THEY WERE ALL LIABILITIES.
THE MASTER SCHEMER THOUGHT HE HAD THE WORLD I N HIS HANDS
AS HIS PLANS BEGAN TO UNFOLD TO LIMIT THE POPULATION OF INSECTS
AS HE PLANNED OF MURDERING MOST ALL OF THE INSECT KINGDOM
A TEENY TINY EARTHWORM EMERGED ON THE SCENE
READY TO DELIVER THE INSECT WORLD…
HE SPOKE OF LOVE
HE SPOKE OF KINDNESS
HE SPOKE OF ALWAYS PUTTING YOUR BEST PINCER FORWARD
HIS CAUSE WAS CLEAR…SAVING THE INSECTS!
HE PETITIONED THE OTHER KINGDOM MEMBERS OF A DIFFERENT WAY THAN
HATRED
HE PETITIONED THEM TO LOVE ONE ANOTHER
THIS NOTION OF LOVE DIDN’T SETTLE WELL WITH THE KING OF THE
SCORPIONS
SO HIS DEMISE WAS PLANNED ALONG WITH THE OTHERS
HE SLOWLY TURNED THE KINGDOM AGAINST THE EARTHWORM
HE UNRAVELED HIS PLANS SLOWLY OVER TIME
HE CONVINCED MANY OF THE OTHER INSECTS THAT EARTHWORMS WERE
NO LONGER NEEDED
THE SOIL WAS FULLY TILLED AND NOURISHED
waterside vigil
buffalo nears water hole
lions crouch low nearby
three-pronged ambuscade
buffalo calf culled from herd
swift pincer attack
quarried prey springs forth
stressed calf serpentines about
lead lion cuts angle
driven toward snare
flanks assaulted from both sides
vise tightened prey clasped
The lobster smiled at Carlsen on the other side of the table,
never played one before, appropriate his name was Klawvostic,
they say that Carlsen waits for mistakes, there were none,
Carlsen smirked, if I kill him, first I'm supposed to stun.
Once, an insect had fallen from the greasy hair of an opponent,
he had picked up a rook and painstakingly crushed it to death,
Norwegians have no qualms, that's why he was the best,
it would take more than a crustacean and all the rest.
The lobster opted for the crab's gambit, which was refused,
not the first time that he'd created a Zulu pincer he'd been accused;
the game ground along, Carlsen imagined a good shelling,
but who would crack first - there was no way of telling.
Finally, Carlsen reluctantly just had to offer a draw,
the lobster grinned, if that was possible and held out a claw.
Out Flanking The Phalanx
Roman Soldiers like to drink
So I sent them out to battle Hannibal
A simple mission not for sober men
First to the Cannae Battle, 216 BC with lots of sun and debauchery
Then on to Tribia
It came to pass with sun on every side
More so for Hannibal and his forces who survived the battle
With tactics honored to this day on how to slay your foe
I told my men don’t move too slow
Perhaps I should have said don’t go
If you want to build a proper wedge the echelon wedge is perfect
Add the double envelopment and pincer movements to seal the deal
No postage needed
With those three tactics Hannibal left my men for dead or bleeding
In any event, defeated
When at Tribia, I ordered my men to clean at Lake Trasemine (remembering that they stink) and to wait for war
A consummate debacle by the Roman war machine unfolded
Legions flanked, lined up to die
Utilizing only brute force they marched in phalanx manner
Over 80 thousand strong, with breath and body odor to over power.
(They had no showers)
Annihilation got in the way of their success
Blinded by the sun and intellect designs of Hannibal
The light of day came by the compliments of nature
Utilized by Hannibal at no extra fee to blind his enemy
But charged them to the lake to trap the Roman forces there
In a Carthaginian standpoint
What started as a laundry day and cleaning of the roman forces
Soon became a blood bath on the shore
My legions defeated by a masterpiece of battle tactics
No Romans….. No more….
The locals commented at the sight
Dying is no way to make a living, they’d say
They were happy to see the fighting end
And get back to fishing once again
I would have promised all my men a trip to Disney world
If they had won and if it existed
But they died so didn't miss it
Too bad they ever enlisted
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Destination
A historical place
But these Gettysburg landings
A place of race
The signals our droids
To the Kestrels they return
For their cargo on board
To them will be, infinitive burn
Over Pennsylvanian lands
These USAF ships fly
To rid these demons
From you and i
Gettysburg in approach
Their radar responds
Three sisters located
For the earth and beyond
Kristy Krull
On McPherson's ridge
Leaving her carnage
Ending life's bridge
Illyanna
The deposed leader
For her past theatre's
No longer evils creator
Apocalypse Ale-era
Their new Queen
Serving in her evil
Earth's hell Halloween
The Kestrels close in
Illyanna is first
As their missile strikes home
In obliteration burst
Pilots cheer
In their intercom
Freedom prevails
United at home
The next attack
Kristy's caught on the ridge
Again we hit
Her body to fridge
But the Queen is our target
As it has to be
To rid her dominance
Free the land of the free
Radar declares
Her might, but distress
For three Kestrels have named
Freedoms Gettysburg address
In pincer movement
Like theatres before
Three missiles strike
Like never before
Their impacts are different
But their outcomes the same
To free our planet
And return to the sane
Miracles will happen
The water from Lourdes
Led to the demise of these three
Our planet to be cured
For many days and months
Around the table they sat
No longer saying
We'll do this, we'll do that
The structure of talks
Began round the world
Everyone listened
None absurd
Their Ritual in the Forest followed by The Three Events >
Angels and Demons - The Finale Act 1.
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Written on papyrus in the presence of different entities,
Thousands words written in Egyptian on a stone slab laid cryptic piece,
Dreaming realm of hallow wrath plague ridden disease,
Helms, spears, and tyrannical vengeance no apostle increase,
If the missions complete and the village is piled with burning deceased,
Then dear Nero let us move out and head on east,
For Gaul is in line, Germania is stuck with a barbarian decrease,
Mongolians are circling the river as the Goths retreat,
Growling lions, eagle insignia, war drum my heart beat,
Never falter, never fail, we die before we face defeat,
Bleeding feet on the pinnacle of this mountain surrounded with only sick to treat,
Macedonians upon ruination looking to Jerusalem to find the weak,
Holding back while we are cut off without a bite to eat,
A two prong pincer maneuver cutting off supplies while we sleep,
It will always be blood upon blood ravage savage feast, For when we die is the only time we will truly know peace.
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Squadron assembled
Trojans and droids
Three sisters their target
Null to void
Atmosphere entered
Red to grey glow
As we near earths terrain
Red rivers flow
Cities on fire
Civilisation of pyres
No daylight sensed
Extinguished, by these darkened pariah's
The droids report back
These sisters three
In New York spotted
Near the Statue of Liberty
The decision is made
To take them out
To salvage the earth
Return to the devout
Kestrel fighters
With missiles primed
Head to the target
Mission define
On contact of hit
The heads explode
Filled with the souls
Of past earths abode
It has to take
The souls of the free
To rid these pariahs
For all eternity
In formation swoop
Waves of three
Triangular pincer
Missiles release
The first to fall
Kristy Krull
Two direct hits
This devout cull
Ale-era the Apocalypse
From the freedom torch falls
All three strike home
Liberty Island calls
Illyanna
The darkened leader
Whom the sisters follow
Pariah feeder
In Central Park
Her power failing
Kestrels strike
The darkened flailing
The last entity
In blackened spew
Illyanna
Downed by the souls so true
It took many many years
For the deathly red to fade
For the earth to return
To it's previous glade
From the Jungles of Jupiter
A cry was heard
Mother earth is dying
Devout is our word
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She eyed open like a broken mirror.
Her mother claimed
that her legs were bowed
so that she could catch the moon
between her black knees on moonless nights.
Tiny mandibles chewed her leather tongue
until it was as thin as a razor edged rapier.
it was her beef jerky meditations
that kept her words fibrous and tactile.
I married Ladybug inside a bottle
of sweet yellow Merlot
(we were stuck and sticky
in the last drops of a licking love).
She wore a red spotted dress
and her shoes were pincer bright.
I flagrantly fought her to a standstill
in my usual green camouflage.
Her father chased me for days
for I had stolen her hard shell-like mind;
he never caught me
though he did put a spell inside my head,
a Catholic chain-mailed spell
that bound me to her hard carapace
as if I were an aphid -
a gummy mouthed aphid
that could only hitch a ride
strapped to her ever searching hunger.
Bipedal Insects
I hate and hate and hate.
I want to stop others from being happy.
How dare they be safe, and well fed?
How dare they be patriotic?
How dare they be American?
A plague upon the land.
Termites gather at the base of the tree.
One to the other they chatter.
“We can do this.”
“We can do this.”
“We can do this.”
The first bite is bitter tasting.
The second is even worse.
It is the full flavor of truth.
A strange and unknown taste to most,
if not all of the ill minded,
Hard-shelled, individuals that have no concept of hope.
“Add sauce…” they yelled as one.
“We can do this.”
The chant became louder.
Passers by that normally would not notice…
now took time to listen.
“We can do this.” (clicking pincer noises, the sounds of lies and deceit made real)
“Do what?” Some might ask, if they could see, but they could not.
Blinded by facts right in front of them.
The long time between school and life, leaves gaps.
These openings, others fill willingly with dark thoughts…
Controlling… all.
Crush the bugs, don’t listen to the words.
They are nothing but pests to the mighty tree.
Be strong be faithful.
God shine his mighty Light, the son…
Woke up jumped off the couch and
put on a mask
Used in order to survive another average day
Sat on the stairs lit up and smoked
enough to blow a mind and descend
into a heady hazy trance
Oh boy John said to Paul
I just watching the news today
Witnessed both a declaration and a
timely reminder to the everyman
To in no uncertain terms know thy station
know thy place
Within the unwritten small print of the law
Opening Gambit Pincer movement
King Trump's pawn
Check mate
The rich will never see the inside of a court
Otherwise what is the point of being powerful
and wealthy
If it can not pervert the rule of law
The judge and jury have long already
been picked and bought
Why call him Andy
Why not Scott
At very least that rhymes with free
And at a mere cost of 12 Million pieces of
slippery mercury worthless currency
Adorned with his sad tragic mother's face
and royal family crest all across
Matter's not of that I am sure to him he
obviously has a lot and won't go or be left
without
It's no more than tangible proof of yet
another breach of public trust
I only rather wish it was not just another
mistaken reported case of fake news
than simply just another example of
A day in the life
Of the opposing lives of what both
the rich and everyman have to deal with
And the glaringly senseless point of counting
potholes whatsoever however small or
insignificant they appear in the
1st place
If there is absolutely never any desire
or intention of ever actually trying to fix
or repairing them at all
Or is that in actual fact indeed the
case and point being mistakenly overlooked
Far more joy and fun is to be garnished
from rubbing people's noses in and seeing
the look upon disheartened faces
When the final edict and not guilty
verdict is read out in astonishment
In honor we can stand together for the departed ones.
No tears or shame here; all nature sees is duty call.
At the rear, The Kilt deceives; the spies sneak.
Gospels of morals, ethics and truth, sidelined.
Those are pincer moves, from the decorated ones.
Gold, Silver plaque row: Commander’s crush?
No Captain can do very wrong, as he pace’s, places,
His ship along side a foe assault: Fair, power scoop?
Rate those, three-decker’s: 51 broadside rounds.
Flag ship in the line, gleaming heated fire balls.
Arrogance. Call’s the master at arms, eager waiting,
Run out guns, ticking beats, sizzle balls in hand.
O! Olea fragrance; shouldn’t one steal your breath,
Cast you in double yellow hues of smiling Petunia.
Ink you a friction, in colourful threads of truth.
Reveal magic, in the melodies of the erotic Moon.
Faithful, you can rift: embarrassment is on the drift.
Hear your tin clatters sing, on kilt’s captivating wings.
Can I bear should you wilt? Yonder perceive those winks.
Fair-one, ‘love or war’ I can see the Broad Pendant sink.