Best Reinforcements Poems
Paratroopers stealthily slide unnoticed,
chutes deployed, small blazes of white obscured by
fog that lingers lazily, til their numbers
cover the meadow…
Faster, faster, not just content to cover,
reinforcements filling in, words unspoken,
synchronized with perfect precision, ever
picking up tempo…
Occupation utterly overwhelming,
swamped defenses, raising a flag, surrender.
Long, the arm of conquering winter, brings a
lengthening shadow…
Categories:
reinforcements, winter,
Form:
Sapphic stanza
The armor of the lord is never heavy on my back.
The fight is not just one that's fought against the flesh and blood.
For I am armed with all his righteousness against attack.
Light will overcome the darkness as we march on through the mud.
One can be an army when he marches with the Lord.
One can be a symphony when striking heaven's chord.
One can be the victor over evil, hate, and lies.
For one who fights for truth is not alone in Jesus eyes.
The breastplate is the heart that beats God's love into the world.
Feet covered with the peace that we pursue in every man.
The shield of faith defends against the wickedness that's hurled.
The sword will speak the word that conquered all since time began.
One can be an army when he marches with the Lord.
One can be a symphony when striking heaven's chord.
One can be the victor over evil, hate and lies.
For one who fights with truth is not alone in Jesus eyes.
There are reinforcements to be called on from above.
The cry for righteousness has always been an angel song.
Thank you father for the armor crafted with your love.
As I walk into the battle Lord, I pray that I am strong.
One can be an army when he marches with the Lord.
One can be a symphony when striking heaven's chord.
One can be the victor over evil, hate, and lies.
For one who fights with truth is not alone in Jesus eyes.
Categories:
reinforcements, christian, inspiration, jesus,
Form:
Lyric
She spurs me on
Like a violent wind.
She howls to me in the night
Like a siren.
Her light is red as blood.
My flesh is cold as steel.
Sweet dew is a nectar.
She gathers it with teacups,
Stirs it with a bent finger,
Tastes the life-blood of earth,
Singing silently in her mind.
There is no need for sound.
She reads to me patiently
As to a child.
I listen, and interrupt.
Her voice is as piercing
As a Bene Gesserit.
I tremble with violence.
Tomorrow we may dance together
In the steely dawn.
The shutters are down;
The gowns flow all red and black.
Surely some secret is at hand.
I make my bed by morning.
There is no sleeping there,
Only turning like a storm,
Kicking in the night,
Wanting to seize the force,
The everlasting.
The aperture is open
The glass is clear as day.
I revel in in it .
I soak and darken in my soul
Like a sunspot.
There is no need for singing.
Praise be to almighty Thor
Or whoever carries the club
And hangs a tooth about his neck.
They are one, those restless ones.
They are not meek, nor tidy.
Each day begins with them.
Secretly as a cloud,
Those forms appear,
They evaporate again.
Most useful is their image,
They do not irritate the skin
Or pulverize the mind.
Frankly, it is beyond the pale
What mortals fear and would revere.
Beating a drum might drive away
The awful dream
Or call in reinforcements,
Conjuring a pleading battle cry.
Categories:
reinforcements, adventure, metaphor, visionary,
Form:
Free verse
With his finger on the trigger
He pulled the hammer down
He waited for the orders
From the Colonel to come around
A small band of soldiers
Who were farmers just before
No emblems on their shoulders
No bright and shining swords
They had joined together
And would fight til the end
At a Mission down in Texas
They knew they must defend
They were well out numbered
A hundred to each one
Reinforcements ordered were on their way
But would never come
Five hundred men strong
Marching on their way
Were slaughtered at Goliad
They could not save the day
They held the enemy back
For three long days and nights
When they heard the word of Goliad
They knew they would lose the fight
They kissed their wives good bye
They sent them through the gates
Then they said prayer to the heavens
For their souls to take
They would not surrender
The courage of these men
At a place they called the Alamo
They would defend until the end
They were completely surrounded
The enemy in red
Then Santa Anna and his men
They raised the flag of death
The cannon fire it began
The battle it raged on
But as each one he lost his life
He knew he died, at home.
Categories:
reinforcements, history, prayer,
Form:
Cowboy Poetry
The Way
“Oh God” I cry, “This path is not so plain and sure
And it is too dimly lit for my eyes to see:,
and though I trudge along blindly now my, Faithful God
my ears have heard Your voice speak, “Come now My child and follow Me”.
“But, Lord, I shriek, “This pathway has thorns and snares
reaching out to catch me away from Your side,
and there is an enemy always lurking to deceive Your precious ones
And wants to rob You of a part of Your bride”!
Now it seems endlessly “The Way” is raging and constant battles I must fight
only to find my strength is waning and at its end,
yet He sends a refreshing over my thirsty soul
With reinforcements that enable me to win.
You say, You lead Your children in all sorts of areas Lord
places we would rather not care to tread,
Fearful, lonely, uncertain and dark
these place my God not pleasant ones instead?
Sadly as an immature child of Yours at times I had blurted out, “What kind of Master are You that You allow Your child to go through such dreadful pain?
and faithless questions then would burden down my weary spirit
until a new level in Him I would attain.
Then beginning to see the reason why I’ve gone “The Way”
And having grown in the knowledge and grace of Him,
I understand that to become a winner of souls as I have desired
I must be strengthened against every sin.
“Oh Lord, You are on this path I know
but my eyes though accustomed to the dark I cannot yet behold,
still I am aware of Your nearness and I smell Your fragrance
and at my destination one day I will arrive as You have foretold.
Now, I to, believe “The Way” must not be always pleasant to the eye
nor easy to my lazy flesh but in the end it is the only way to go,
and one can always count on His help for the rough journey ahead
knowing that what His Word says it will be made so.
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
Categories:
reinforcements, passion, visionary,
Form:
Free verse
In the winter of eighteen thirty-six the historic siege began.
The Mexicans went three thousand strong with Santa Anna in command.
The Texians defending the mission numbered one hundred eighty-two
lead by Travis, Bowie, and Crockett, they vowed to see it through.
The Texians expected to be reinforced, but reinforcements never came.
In order to stall the Mexican advance, they decided to stay just the same.
Knowing they would probably not survive, they never considered to flee;
they selflessly made this sacrifice so fellow Texians could live free.
Legend says Travis took his sword and drew a line in the sand;
knowing that it meant certain death, the rebels crossed it to a man.
Whether the legend is true or not, cannot be verified,
but what we know from the history books is all the Texians died.
The assault commenced on the thirteenth day before the light of the sun.
Colonel Travis shouted, “Give ‘em hell” as the battle was begun.
The greatly outnumbered Texians fought with valor and pride.
They bravely stood their ground, but ‘twas a mere hour till the last one died.
Today the site in San Antone is viewed as hallowed ground;
the spirit of the heroes that died there can be felt in the air all around.
The old mission is viewed with great respect by all Texans down the line,
and all will tell you that the Alamo is a truly a Texas shrine.
Categories:
reinforcements, freedom, history, patriotic,
Form:
Rhyme
Dirranbandi plonking
27Australians and a shearer came to bash Bronco Don in 1945
He was just back from Kokoda killing Japs to stay alive
Some carried beer bottles and others 2 handed sticks
I was in hospital being born while Don he got his kicks
It was enough to put a bull camel off his dinner camp
And the richosheying bullets hummed and wizzed and danced
Down the high stairs he came laughing with old threoh shooting quick
10 shots amongst the bashers the goona it was thick (faeces)
Much screaming as they left the yard running up the gravel road
Reloading he bounced bullets between a shearer and the toad.
The locals thought he celebrated the birth of a son
Others thought the war was almost being won
But in the pub the gravel rash was checked for bullet holes
And the boys sucked and drank old fourex got a priest to save their souls.
Don Johnson 2.45 am 14-march-2011
Don Johnson enjoyed fisticuffs And In the forties
The Goodooga footballers came to Dirran for a boxing match, Old Jack McKay would poke em into line with a billiard cue while Bronco Don and Bushman Hoath fought em one at a time. The day of the shooting
with the shearer Don had knocked out 6 men and piled the up in a heap. The copper said “what are you doing with them”. “I’ll burn them” said Don “Too green to burn said the copper”reinforcements and revenge that night, perhaps? Don Johnson
Categories:
reinforcements, adventureold, old,
Form:
Rhyme
A Man of Strength and Courage
(A Man Of Beauty And Respect)
A True Story
Who was he? He called himself the
unknown Poet, my great great great
grandmother's uncle Joe. He lived
a long exciting life, loving one woman
in time of war.
A Martin Trapper he was, an artist of fine
design, a poet in his time, a fine gentle
soul of the universe capturing each
thought writing them down in journals
and poetry.
If you should ask him what he believed
in! he would say; “I believed in God, sounds
of nature, love of mankind, love of words
anything to do with nature is where my
heart roams best.”
He was true to his own beliefs, a man
of heart, determination, a man who
would walk a mile in another man's shoes.
He was the heartbeat of the land, a
true mountain man of the wilderness.
He wore leather, long hair, beard a loving heart
for all animals including the bear, he grew
closer to as he traveled the mountains
year after year doing his Martin trapping
for food. He was a God-fearing man
of courage and strength all his own.
He was truly remarkable, who
fought with George Armstrong Custer
and the men of the 7th Cavalry where
they met their fate and the Sioux on June
25, 1886, at the Battle of the Little Big
Horn'. Uncle Joe was sent to get
reinforcements at the age of fifteen
when he returned, they found them all
mascaraed. Including (George Armstrong
Custer).
Many of his journals, poetry and
sketches were burned in a trailer
fire, but to this day, still remember
at a young age trying to read his poetry
I do remember seeing some of his sketches
he had sketched with pencil by candlelight
in his cabin in the winter in the Canadian
Mountains.
One sketch I remember well was of
a lovely lady dressed in a long gown
with hair piled high upon her head
she looked lovely.
That winter was long and cold and Joe
never returned home from his trapping
the Royal Mounted Police found him dead
next to the creek by his cabin. He died
of starvation.
This is just part of his story my great great
great grandmother told me of her uncle Joe. I
wish she would have told me more about his life.
I want to pass this on to my family so they can keep
passing it down from generation to generation.
Copyright ? DerenaBree( All Rights Reserved). Publishing ? Man of strength and Courage®( All Rights Reserved.)
Categories:
reinforcements, tribute,
Form:
Free verse
He marches along in regal splendor
Short legs goose-stepping to an unheard beat
His coat black and shiny
Fierce eyes gleaming with determination.
At times, he makes a sound
Perhaps to call others to arms
However, no one responds
And he is left to march alone.
At times he comes to a sudden stop
What could he be thinking?
Where are my other soldiers perhaps?
Again, he calls for reinforcements
But none ever come
For they have deserted him
So he is left again to march alone
In an unknown journey
That only he knows.
Suddenly, with no thoughts except his own
He takes wing and flies off into the sky
For that is what a crow/blackbird does
Until next, he lands to practice his march again.
Categories:
reinforcements, animals, march,
Form:
Imagism
Empire Of The Ants
The ant is a very powerful insect as it
can move ten times it's own bodyweight
and has the ability to create huge
underground cities and colonies.
Most ants, have their own special ability
and are ruled by the Queen ant, similar
to bees, they all have ranks and they
also have their own special duties, the
worker ants will excavate and build little
catacombs forming them into little grottos
The ants live and store food in their large
cities of earth connected by a network of
large tunnels created by the workers.
The soldier ants are there to guard the
Queen along with the other ants from
predators, The Queen's protection remains
paramount and the other ants are her
loyal subjects of the large empire she
has built.
In the lower tunnel a large obstruction is
blocking the path of a storage warehouse
being built. a large group of reinforcements
are called in to move the large stone, they
all pull at the blocked section, with their
powerful mandible claws they finally remove
their obstruction.
The Ant, is so much like mankind, as they build
cities and are the only other species that wage
war on each other, and are capable of warring
with other ant colonies, there is a strong
connection between the two species, but all
this does not stop these amazing creatures to
evolve into the future.
Who knows one day these ants may even become
a more powerful force than man himself, no one
can predict the future of the human race as the
ants evolve into higher life forms, it may well end
up becoming the empire of the ants.
Author: John Ginesi
Written 25th December 2013
Categories:
reinforcements, insect, nature,
Form:
Narrative
Two young nudists went to lie down and bask
Along came a cop who took them to task
Thought they broken the law
For basking in the raw
Then the cop said" you're not wearing face masks"...
The nudists thought it was some kind of jest
Both cursed the cop and started to protest
Reinforcements were called
The nudists were appalled
When they were charged and placed under arrest...
They were both before the judge the next day
To the young nudists he had this to say
"Maskless face is a crime
So you will both do time"
They got four years and were taken away...
And two more from Belle Bellevue
Wonder if the cop's prudish or a creep
Who just couldn't resist taking a sly peep
Was the mask excuse
To get a good view
Does he count naturists when he can't sleep.
Four years is too long for not wearing masks
Who the devil pays their keep one might ask
We all well know who
It's us, me and you
Free bed and board, it's not bad for a bask.
Written 15th August 2021
Categories:
reinforcements, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Fear,
I've known you to speak my name,
calling me quietly to join you in your game.
Tapping my shoulder,
whispering to my mind,
"remember me?? from the last time?"
As I try to ignore you,
go about my way,
you call upon reinforcements,
from the other day.
They seem to utter a tone,
with a twist of despair,
as I hum a tune of triumph,
pretending not to care.
Shame,
says I know that you know me,
How dare you hum a tune?
Hate-Filled,
overshadowing my spirit,
with a hint of gloom.
All of a sudden Fear and Shame unite,
purposely battling my soul,
throwing a jab and a right.
Trying with all they have,
with all of their might,
to win this prize,
in this prizefight called LIFE.
Categories:
reinforcements, fear, hate,
Form:
Free verse
A STORY OF TEENAGE THUGGERY, JEALOUSY, TEASING AND TAUNTING -
THE DESTRUCTION OF A PROMISING LIFE ................
Staggering down the rain-drenched street
I see you, reeling drunkenly
like a sailor trying to keep his balance
on a storm ravaged ship.
You stop only to vomit your intoxication,
falling to your knees, then wobbling back to
tottering unsteadiness as you roll
faltering, aiming for the safety of home.
Your friend tries to steady you, but
you push him away in a tirade of independence.
Sober insecurity magically transformed
into inebriated confidence.
Then, there she is - the teenage focus
of your immature passion. She doesn't see you -
she never does - she ignores you
as she teeters on her too-high-heels
staggering, like you, over the rain-drenched cobbles,
taunting her hormone packed companion
with her pert breasts and pouting lips,
until she stops to kiss him in your view.
Sudden sobriety steadies you as you watch
them jealously - touching, kissing, exploring -
you call out angrily to distract them: you swear,
you name-call, a juvenile torrent of verbal abuse.
The reinforcements appear from the shadows:
his mates, jumping to his defence.
They grab broken bottles, discarded wood, one has a knife,
and they chase you, full-pelt, down the rain-soaked street.
You are easy meat: your reflexes and reactions
still laggard with drink. They floor you easily.
Blows raining down in a frenzied downpour
of merciless, unceasing violence......
kicking, beating, spitting, knifing, wild,
like a pride of lions decimating their prey.
You sink into unconsciousness, your lifeblood
draining, trickling with the rain down the pavement.
She watches, silent tears snaking from
mascara-laden eyes. She notices you now:
for the first time she acknowledges your existence
as your very existence is snuffed out ....
snuffed out like a near spent candle.
Seventeen years obliterated by youthful hatred.
Seventeen years annihilated by needless thuggery.
What a waste. What a bloody, bloody shame.
....did I say this was a 'story'? No, sorry, it's true......
Categories:
reinforcements, death, teenage,
Form:
Epitaph
The Devil went down to Colorado
To see if he could pull Charlie's chart.
While Charlie was out snowmobiling,
The Devil would work on Charlie's heart.
But he got a shock when he went for Charlie
For there was a prayer barrier all around him.
Charlie's Guardian Angel had called for reinforcements
And a cohort of God's own angels now surround him.
We done told you before, Devil,
God has His hand on certain men
So you're wasting your time going for Charlie,
Don't even bother coming back again.
Yes, the Devil went down to Colorado
And he never dreamed he'd fail
But all he got for his trouble
Was cold feet and a frozen tail!
by E. Marshall Evans
Categories:
reinforcements, christian, music, prayer, spiritual,
Form:
ABC
If you approach anyone
Remember always
There is seven metres
To be safe
From a blade
He was a violent offender
Who beat his girlfriend often
And he broke the law
Acts his community would always defend
He caused the Medical Centre
To be closed down
And the staff were evacuated
Away from the town
He confronted police
And brandished an axe
So he ran into the bush
Not taking a look back
So reinforcements were sent to the town
To bring him into custody was the plan
The police found him in a house
He gave a false name knowing he was a wanted man
But Sergeant Eberl and Constable Rolfe weren’t fooled
And arrested Walker as a wanted man
But Walker struggled and stabbed both with scissors
Wanting to escape them as his demand
Rolfe in defence shot Walker
Then Eberl and Walker fell down
Eberl was fighting for his life
And Rolfe fired twice defending Eberl on the ground
The scissors were taken from Walker
And he was rendered first aid
Then taken to the Police Station
Where Walker’s life away did fade
The story took a twist for the worst
And Zach Rolfe was charged with murder and more
The first shot was within the law
But the second and third were an unlawful score
Chief Minister Gunner said
there’d be consequences
And Zach Rolfe was put through
Two years of hell waiting for his day
When the truth would be told too
The trial started and time and again
It was shown that Rolfe took action by his training
But the Prosecution tried hard
And finally Zach Rolfe was found not guilty with the jury acquitting
But the story did not end
The Yuendumu Community still wanted
An eye for an eye and cried out
For revenge for Walker was shouted
Commissioner Chalker still wanted his pound of flesh
And put Zach Rolfe on annual leave
Serving him with breaches of regulation
So the story continues on to the Coroners Court if you please
So the court jury process acquitted Rolfe
But questions remain
In whether Gunner and Chalker interfered with process
In charging Rolfe with murder
Most think that justice has been done
When Zach Rolfe was acquitted in the Supreme Court
But now it seems the process carries on
So where does the truth lie?
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
reinforcements, death, life, murder,
Form:
Dramatic Verse