Best Pyrrhic Poems

PYRRHIC VICTORY*
 
Written for a friend who has cancer!



Who are you, oh Death?

Are you:

A friend 
Or 
A foe?

My liberation 
Or 
My condemnation?

The end of my troubles 
Or
The beginning of my tribulations?

The sunset of the temporal 
Or 
The dawn of the eternal?

Whoever you are, 
Unafraid before you I stand,
Waiting 
For the moment we meet face
To face.

If...

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 Pyrrhic revenge

They’d eaten his books, his clothes and lean paper money,
Whetted their teeth against his coins and an old jar of honey.
They’d blown cold air nightly, as they gnawed whilst he slept,
Eating bits of his extremities that lay in the path they crept.

No out-of-bounds, for every nook they could roam,
In his one room shack...

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PYRRHIC EVOLUTION
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


There once was a time in this great land
When folks said “ yes sir” and “yes maam”
Those days are ancient, eroded away
Where are we headed, I’m afraid to say
A time when the elderly were respected
A time when vulgar language, not accepted
A time when women were fully attired
A time when patriotism; a virtue...

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Her eyes lightened the darkness of my hopelessness,
something about its softness pulsated.

                          Oh, what a prize,
              ...

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MY PYRRHIC TRIP
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


I Had Planned this Trip for Years and Years
Not Enough Longevity, Was My Haunting Fears
But Sure Enough the Time Arrived to Go
Gonna Ramble, Gamble and Catch the Shows
Off to Vegas, I Can Hear the Casinos Calling
Wad of Cash, Gas in the Benz, No More Stalling

I Studied the Ins N Outs of...

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Rigor mortis cold comfort
defendant need not appear in court
diminishes attendant prosecutorial effort
habeas corpus made superfluous
courtesy just dessert morte
but deadman outflanked plaintiffs sport.

Nonetheless millionaire financier and
accused sex trafficker
found dead by suicide
on Saturday August 10th, 2019
doth not absolve his guilt
rather speaks of innocence
and naiveté he stole.

Many accosted victims might rejoice,
yet the ghost of Jeffrey Epstein
will continue to...

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People still talk about war and peace, 
But time’s come to talk of war and piece,
To pieces that turns life,
To shambles, utter strife,
And still, would war mania ever cease?
_________________________________ 
Happenings |01.03.2022| war, peace 

Poet’s note: We know, war victories are pyrrhic and the victor and the vanquished both suffer. Yet, that does not stop any...

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Bittersweet pyrrhic victory...

if a 2024 November presidential Biden win
pandemonium likely to occur, 
subsequently figurative tectonic upheaval  
might set United States in a tailspin.

Though discouraged, disenchanted,
disheartened, et cetera Democrat,
I intend to exercise enfranchisement
wherein human made his habitat
within Schwenksville, Penna,
a washed out town with one laundromat
pessimism rains heavy on my heart
reverberating a prominent pitapat
hoping on a...

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