Best Plunderer Poems
Findlater Castle overlooks the Moray Firth
In Scotland's north, situated on a quartz perch
Norse named, fyn leitr
The white cliff, for King Alexander
1246 historical note
In the books of the past
Historians quote
Built to deter an attack from the north
From Norway's, King Haakon the IV
Viking marauder, plunderer of Scots
Perishing's of both, after they fought
The Castle that stands
In the year 2009
History in its fading walls
Stand the test of time
To the Mullery family
Who breathed the air
Around the history and memories there
In its Aura, they have shared
" A short poem dedicated to Patrick my colleague
whose daughter was totally taken by their visit to Findlater Castle "
Categories:
plunderer, history, people, places, political
Form:
Rhyme
BLACK,RED and GOLD
Location---SOMEWHERE IN KÖNIGSBERG 1945 APRIL 9
Scene---A Dying German Agent/A Soldier`s thoughts/reflections just before death
On this periphery of life
Let blue jeans of my ice blonde Brenda wear me to marry with death
Fire will be her gown, ashes shall be my girdle, shattered is everything beneath
Smokes so discerned sprawling
Some will say it was a poetic corpse after so deadly the strife
Wrapped in unknown funerary fetes
My blood will be poured in cask of mimicks
A yawn concealing me in semicolon as I saw I was dying,
sickened of the sicks
All the ravens of sorcery lurking the corner in full stops
As if I knew nothing following the wisdom of Socrates
Boots and kilt emphasizing my lost treasure
At last the casket to embrace me from the provocateur
No persuasive argument will be my candy,
a keepsake solidarity in barter
A marked plot spewed by shrewd men
An aftermath velvet and a last squint of Prussia far and near
Death so dear only to see if the lady in red silk I loved has red roses
My dear Soviet plezhvadya
for the wide-brimmed black hat, red bloody eyes hers, a gunshot
,yellow mouthful venom of words oozing out in raucous abuses
Hatred carped in end and unend Olesya, good as gold my Olesya
Now the bastion they called bastards buccaneered before her epithet
Kaliningrad`s cloud full of black so black an obnoxious smoke
Davai! Davai! they shouted and again nemesis eavesdropped
Eagles died I know not if a death of glory as I felt I saw an 1871 gauntlet
That’s my last shot of life before I became death`s forgotten lucky bloke
Vocabulary --1-Plezhvadya(Russian/Czech)- A Soviet dish
2.Davai!(Russian)--Let`s do it, Come on!
3.Obnoxious-extremely unpleasant
4.Gauntlet-An armored glove of the tectonic Knights
5.Raucous-Harsh,Sharp,Loud
6.Barter-Exchange,Trade,Swap without use of money
7.Buccaneer-Maruader,Plunderer,Raider
Categories:
plunderer, death, farewell, fire, patriotic,
Form:
Vaasokht
Recalled that you emerge from the womb of your mother land,
Reared up by that mother land,
Now calling that land mad,
Admiring the land of abroad,
Are you really a progeny of your mother land?
Calling your mother land good for nothing,
Without questing for its merits,
Playing havoc with the feeder of your mother land,
Robbing it as ruthlessly as the heinous plunderer,
Are you really a progeny of your mother land?
Renowned is my motherland
As the abode of all sciences and Vedas,
As the witness of a many golden era,
As the traversed of a many world of knowledge,
Calling such land good for nothing,
Without questing for its merits,
Are you really a progeny of your mother land?
Holding the knowledge of your mother land,
As the trasure-trove by all Nations,
Exploring and researching all sciences
And Vedas of your mother land by other nations,
Their obtaining patents on our sanctified
Herbal plants like Tulasi and Neem,
Fleecing us thereby without any rights,
Questioning then them their patents
By making insane catcalls!!
Are you really a progeny of your mother land?
Squatting silently as you fail
To carp at the way the poison
Creeps into our veins in the form of junk foods
Snapping our spinal columns too are venomous medicines,
Are you really a progeny of your mother land?
Categories:
plunderer, mother son,
Form:
Free verse
Shame has no fancy stroking
I write this tale with a bleeding pen and choking heart
For the character is a braggadocio person
A villain who wore his blinders like flamboyant apparel
Wouldn’t see the truth
It hurt his jaundiced eye he would say
And so he pretended the masses loved him
And if his deaf ear could open
He would hear the whispers of their acrimony
The sizzling embers of their rage
The ones he bruised and would not care
Clothed in rags and derided like his marionettes
But they saw his strutting nudity
A villain; a rascal; a buccaneer
Donned in suits of the white men he abhorred
Drunk in power that gave him his blindness
Bob the plunderer would not see or hear
That his end was nigh
And like the grime he was
To grime he would forever lie
And the nation he once raped
Shall piss on his rotting grave.
Categories:
plunderer, abuse, corruption, political,
Form:
Verse
The politician sleeks up a path in his new limousine
on a hunt a hunt for our votes...opens the door
money exchanges hands... i will see your voters.....
village come the next general elections..Vrooms out...
Such is the fate of ignorant masses.. ..who sell
the soul of the land for a few pitiful dirty notes..
thoughtless humans... whose only claim to reason
is an outstretched hand.. ready to receive peanuts
and vote in the leader - vote in the plunderer...
of our resources- cry our mother nation..
The enemies of my people.. the enemy of Africa
lives in state houses... and runs state resources,
he has powerful masters abroad who-receives the
souls bought from the people sacrificed at the
alter of greed and neo-colonialism
Who will help the dark continent
who will help Africa........ only..
only AFRICAN RENAISSANCE WILL..
A shout out ..for the movement is alive
a shout out .......African RENAISSANCE
Lewis k nyaga
Categories:
plunderer, africa, freedom, identity, power,
Form:
Prose Poetry
After: "Letter of Mithridates to Phraates, King of Parthia"
Historiae VI by Sallust
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I am a man more poisoned against than poisoning.
That’s my version anyhow, and I’m sticking to it.
Don’t blame me for having survived a few meals
Which others, less fortunate, could not.
All that doesn’t help me now with Pompey at my throat.
Pompey, plunderer and bully, who has enough wit
Only to command a Materialschlacht,
But that is child’s play with Rome’s support.
Rome! Scourge of cities, tribes, peoples, nations, all mankind,
Were not the Pillars of Hercules, the western shores
Sufficient for your ravenous appetite
That your eagle eyes scan my realm?
O Phraates, King of Parthia still unvanquished,
Had you but lent your ear to me when together we
Might have rid the East of this ill-begotten son
Of Mars. Small the credit, so great the loss!
For Rome, unchallenged, bestrides the Great Sea. Eastwards
He surveys my mountains and your rivers, groves and plains,
No doubt beyond. Remember Alexander,
Who sacked glorious Persepolis.
You vainly sue for peace, like credulous Philipp once
When fondly strung along with Rome’s promises of “pax”.
And what of Carthage? Where now her wealth of gold
And purple? Barren her poisoned lands!
Mind you, I’m not well-placed on a high moral pedestal
When it comes to poisoning, but limits I respect.
A few enemies now and then, I admit,
Died at my table. The ham was off!
But the earth is sacrosanct. I never salted fields,
For Rome’s venom is stronger than aught I ever brewed.
Where shall this end? Shall Rome vanquish all nations?
Shall all cower to his bloody sword?
But Rome! With surfeiting the eaten, not the eater,
Prevails. The whole world is, even for iron digestions,
Strong meat. It is the sun, not Romulus, whom
East and West obey. Helios rules.
With Rome to east and Rome to west, then two Romes are there,
And I do fear for man and earth. The approach of death
Lends men insight. I fought, I won, I lost in war.
My spirit is still king. Sirs, your health.
The last round! Like Carthage we lose to Rome the third round.
Once more is the Gordian knot in twain. Quirites,
The gods look down. Remember Alexander,
Who died of fever in Babylon!
Categories:
plunderer, character, environment, , western,
Form:
Blank verse
Lamenting for the loss of words They were there and now they are not Shining like a woman with starburst eyes vanishing leaving only a halo of tears in mine searching for the words and their fate were they kidnapped by a seducer a plunderer drawn away in the hunting net of a thief who cannot create but only appropriate Have they been harmed molested are they safe Lamenting for the loss of words They were there and now they are not To perpetrator the only thing sadder than the loss for words is never having any of your own
Categories:
plunderer, anger, betrayal, creation, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
Thunder
Nightly crashing thunder
Blundering through the streams of my sleep
Lifting me from the valley of my dreams
Plunderer of my sleeptime
Invader of my dreams
Destroyer of my nightly slumber
From behind the closed blinds of my eyelids
The lightning demands to be seen
The rain on my rooftop insists on being heard
This family of rowdy bullies, absorbing my
night into their play
I do wish they’d go away
Categories:
plunderer, weather,
Form:
Free verse
Guard your heart closely through all your seasons,
Open wounds he’ll find to borrow within,
He’ll creep in slowly committing treason.
Does not need to have a special reason,
His kisses slowly stop you from breathing,
Guard your heart closely through all your seasons.
After you wake, you find a strange lesion,
Wallowing in an original sin,
He’ll creep in slowly committing treason.
All along you thought he was just teasing,
Question yourself how did this begin,
Guard your heart closely through all your seasons.
Find yourself uncontrollably freezing,
A plunderer tried to take his cheap win,
He’ll creep in slowly committing treason.
You’re left with an image that’s not pleasing,
Eyes shut, recalling a menacing grin,
He’ll creep in slowly committing treason,
Guard your heart closely through all your seasons.
By: Sabina nicole
Categories:
plunderer, fear, life, loss, sad,
Form:
Villanelle
You make me love you to death, in the depths where light refracts,
In the labyrinths of the night, you are the whirlpool that tightens its grasp.
No mercy you have, oh cruel fate, you shorten the bedding of my days,
In my heavy wandering, with your love, you envelop me, you consume.
Like the turbulent sea, the storm cannot find its calm,
In my chest, you swell with waves, of my desire, you're the balm.
You make me love you, you are the dream itself gone astray,
Carrying my soul in a dance, in whirlpools of relentless sway.
Beneath your invisible banner, I, the unarmed soldier, do rush,
In the battle with your hot arrows, each strike is a melodious hush.
Oh, you weaver of dreams, plunderer of the fickle heart,
You show no mercy, you swing me from ecstasy to agony's art.
I painted you among the stars, to live eternally over my late nights,
But stars die of longing, and in the vastness of the void, you place sights.
And when in the sky there’s not a single beacon light, in the wind I hear you guide,
Oh love, that mocks me, a shanty of grief, a place where dreams at the gate have cried.
You, glorious weeps in the night, in echo, you transform and you fade,
While I, the guardian of your temple, with tears sculpt the stars you've made.
You have no mercy on my beating heart, yet you stay silent, keeper and penalty,
You make me love, even when my soul, in shadow, departs and forsakes me.
A blustery love through me, a whirlwind of emotions, a mournful parade,
Through my pale body, a ghost of a butterfly in crazy flight made.
You, unsoothed storm, unforgiven, with your cureless blaze,
You burn me, envelop me, and then, with magical sadness, bid me to fly, and I obey...
Categories:
plunderer, love,
Form:
Free verse
Through windstorms, across scorching sands
you limped and crawled, you cried and begged
as a weakened friend for food and drink;
So in my tent for days we dined
and drank and sang to health and life
but then I erred, in just a blink
I slumped down sick, I lost, I rued,
my cup, the wine I should have checked,
tried defying dying, but too late.
You shrewd plunderer, ghastly thief,
oh, my dimming eyes craved to kill,
but could only furiously hate.
As real as a true deception,
authentic as an illusion,
a loathsome scavenger no less,
you, traitorous desert scorpion,
I swear there in hellish Hades
I shall tear you down to pieces!
Categories:
plunderer, friendship, loss, people, sorry,
Form:
Rhyme
Had a plunderer I, nay thither I thus,
how much life is wasted off as if fairly,
pace upon pace once more pace upon pace never odds,
this occasions a bliss is hither, a bliss is folly,
how I hope to have striven more,
how thus air, how fun and fair,
how lovely is dream to dream and dream this wave.
What these things serve a contemporary horizon?,
what rises? and what is stir hither?,
no, like wind it is yet known nor enlightened anon,
all jobs done let like mirrages flown thither,
what a service of immemorial poise?,
what an irony of a sort freedom?, what a dream?,
I spend, I am an eye witness thus those.
Now, it matters for it matters counts,
tis necessary, supposing it is thus,
to meet the limit of the normal airs,
still it is how to govern a life of surfs,
how it is right to fill room with hope,
a gift of this wave and thus a gift of a wave,
once more there is compromise.
Categories:
plunderer, adventure, love,
Form:
Ode
She was a marble-hearted marauder
A plunderer and a loyal daughter
She sacked a village
Looted with pillage
Finding a lover within the slaughter.
Categories:
plunderer, 6th grade, 7th grade,
Form:
Limerick
Just my pink frost I have shown you
Just the buds of my orchard
You are browsing the book madly
I wonder what you would do
When the gardenias
Bloom before your eyes
Oven over your ice
Slice by slice
The joyous knife
I will read your steam
Word by word, every phrase
I will open your flames
Candle by candle until
You are a golden plunderer
The pulverized prism
The melting organisms
The burning tents
Dancing boys and girls of fire
Will instill life in our lyre
What a volcano of lyrics it would be
It is drizzling now
Categories:
plunderer, art, beauty, cheer up,
Form:
Free verse
opens his mouth, crimson tongue of seduction,
velvet blanket, petals by, as I delve,
a plunderer of pleasure, my lips, a ship of delight,
charting the uncharted waters of his terrain.
guess you could say we're having a real 'cutthroat' relationship - I'm making the final edit....with a scalpel.
Categories:
plunderer, dark, desire, extended metaphor,
Form:
Free verse