Best Sabers Poems
A sword of the heavens did glean
From railings and arbors
of dead thorn and bramble,
where ghostly reminders remain
Fall droplets of blood ‘pon
a crimson embroider
left carelessly out in the rain
Our story begins
in a deep mountain valley,
a village so peaceful and free
When one day the darkness
did unsheathe its horror
with metal and death you will see
The army of Satan,
a wicked battalion,
Hell’s fire their sabers were forged
Dark Skeletal visions
in leather and armor
the depths of the earth had been gorged
With razor sharp weapons,
they slashed and delivered
such pain which had never been found
Through echoes of pleading
and lives quickly ending
in puddles, thick red on the ground
While women and children
were herded like cattle
in mass to the edge of the square
With onyx eyes leering,
midst snickers and cackles,
their captors insanely did stare
When on the horizon
a light brightly shining,
engulfing this nightmarish scene
A porcelain stallion,
its rider a shadow,
a sword of the heavens did glean
From steel hard as granite,
angelic depictions,
a handle of pure solid gold
Once heard in a fable,
when wizards were roaming
such power, the stories foretold
As swift as an arrow
he entered the village,
his steed all at one with the game
With blade silver glistened,
like lightning bolts flashing,
igniting a righteous born flame
Spinning and thrusting
as if a tornado,
a blur now incensed of the glow
With whirlwind fury
and dust clouded thunder,
he dealt them a terrible blow
The evil fueled army,
beheaded and fallen,
the villagers shouted and cheered
When to their amazement,
this heroic savior
as quick as he’d come, disappeared
So there is the story,
a sword made in heaven
is now part of history’s reign
Along with the rider
who wielded its honor,
and hopes he will come back again
9/13/18
Written for the UNSHEATH YOUR SWORD Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Lawless
Categories:
sabers, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
Sabers of the light…calm and friendly in showing appreciation…exuberant energy to burn…New powerful self-defense…Energetic straight forward shooter…Logically love applies knowledge…inventive soft gently touch…Good physical desires…honest. Takes care of friends…vies for creation…Spiritual presence…Broods introspectively…lies serene…Immature…Never candid…deep emotional feelings…appealing light this magnetic balance…Reverse logical concepts…killer communication…Naivety’s…Enthusiasm…Systematic it is…sabers of the dark.
What say Gabriel…earnings from Raphael…never die Uriel...Send see Miguel…incorporated thee…Immortal Ye…wielding the shield that heals…invoked spirit…Lord only you…sending current energy…Pick ultimate belief…regarding all possibilities…Inside guide…teach soul lesson…Master situation…in every challenge...negative influences…draining diet…Spirit overcomes…best house matter…Overcome challenges…does now be renowned...Ye’s turning point…Saber of light overcome.
Clearest light…rooted in tree…eternal force be…Alluring optimism…telling you light is...Force full you be…listen carefully…Omni Prime see…weathering the storm…Intentions warnings…new impulses…Gains in perception…through self-touching…Humbling to Ye best…others support you…Unvulnerable master…romantically open-hearted…good in crisis…having wins Ye battles.
Categories:
sabers, faith, inspiration, true love,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Carve not a tower enclosing your heart
Allow our breaths to play, let warmth prevail
Sabers fling across moors searching the grail;
While armor of conquest tears us apart.
Unload all hardened marble in a barrow
How far one’s dauntlessness, how near one’s pride
A hallway of song waits as laughter abides
When ripened moment calls for love to glow.
In silken cape, you enchant the regal court
Yet lonely the man commanding alone;
Instead, let us scurry where moonlight roams
With dewdrops on our lips as we cavort.
Harken, weigh not the power you behold
A jester amuses only for a while;
But splendor of oneness lasts to beguile
Come, nurture our castle before life folds.
For Shadow Hamilton's 10th Contest Castle
by nette onclaud....2/1/2014
Categories:
sabers, devotion, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
melting snowball
Fall-out started with the spring-break competition;
Errors were made as team effort slid downhill.
Then when name-calling sparked a partition,
esprit-de-corps broke to a stand-still.
“Butterfingers!” the dig of choice,
sabers, rifles drop in flight.
“Cretin!” answers a voice,
winter guard backbite.
“Bozo, Clod, Clown”
teenage jeers,
meltdown -
tears.
written March 20, 2018
Line Gauthier's A Melting Snowball contest
Categories:
sabers, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
She tried to get my attention a number of times
But It was not possible because
I was a country or two away
Wearing brown leather swashbuckler pants
White billowy blouses, and multi-buckled boots,
Fighting pirates with Sabers.
I was mighty and terrifying.
Hearing my war cry turned their blood to ice
Which is why I did not have to stab them
All I had to do was wave my sword around
And scream and they would jump ship
And get eaten by sharks or swim to land
Pride oozed out of me as I heard my battle cry.
Student me replaced pirate queen me hard and fast
When I heard my peers laughing
Apparently the teacher was not amused by a battle cry
In the middle of her boring math lesson
A Pirate Queen serving detention?
Unfortunately it happens
Categories:
sabers, 5th grade, 6th grade,
Form:
Free verse
World gone mad
Shots are fired, young kids expired
Schools are closed, no educators hired
Diseases spread, haven't you read
Land mines sown, too scared to tread
Where will it end, this world gone mad
The seas a mess, plastic detest
Clean the pollution, the only solution
Elephants, rhino, a homeless wino
Corruption rules, a madman drools
Where will it end, this world gone mad
The wilderness is tamed, the land all claimed
Oil prices falling, temperatures soaring
Bombs blasting, religious fasting
Third world dictators, forever asking
Where will it end, this world gone mad
Guns for sale, train left the rail
Planes falling, black boxes calling
Cities flood, covered in mud
Migrants marching, hope ever lasting
Where will it end, this world gone mad
A world of dread, monster under my bed
Famine unfolds, stories untold
A mother mourning, a daughter calling
No food to be fed, she'll soon be dead
Where will it end, this world gone mad
Sabers rattling, old men prattling
Wars unfold, soldiers grow bold, broken returning
Cowards at war, a broken door
Nuclear waste, left in haste
Where will it end, this world gone mad
Seas are rising, not surprising
Glaciers melt, the heat not felt.
Politicians yawning, fish not spawning
Whales dead, harpoon in the head
Were will it end, this world gone mad
Fossil fuels heating, Opec meeting
Nothing resolved, riches unfold
What have we learnt, the forest all burnt
Climate is failing, our children be wailing
Were will it end, this world gone mad
What can we do, dead gorilla in the zoo
Ignorant youth, electronics a hoot
Eight billion people on a planet for two
Who's the boss, I'm at a loss
Were will it end, this world gone mad
Categories:
sabers, conflict, corruption, culture, earth,
Form:
Free verse
There is no Glory in War
In the far reaches of the Earth
Since the time of Jesus's birth
There have been wars and rumors of wars
And even stories about the god of war from Mars
Because of religion and territorial claims, wars have been waged
Like a game of chess, most of these wars have been staged
From WW1 to WW2, Palestinian/Israeli conflict and the Vietnam situation
Many lost dreams, lost lives,hands lifted to heaven in supplication
Traumatic injuries, missing limbs; arms, feet and no end in sight
As nations flex their powerful arms, to show their military might
The absence of beauty or romance, only the pain of death and destruction
No peace, no happiness, no love, no joy, no satisfaction
As nations fight, the horrible sounds of rattling sabers
Can be heard, as people cry, beg, plead and ask for favors
Countries now hurry to build and move conventional arms and nuclear devices
And nations with hidden agendas, threaten each other, with economic war and evil vices
High up above the Earth, satellites are placed in the sky
As men intend to fight, their wars from on high
Wisdom and fair judgment is lacking,in such an elevation
And patience and mercy is wanting from psalms to revelation
War does not build skyscrapers, but destroy, erase people's history, kill and maim
Some should stop fight these desperate wars and put the warriors to shame
In past wars and hellish endeavors, the people gone before
Cry out in anguish, for peace on Earth, from that distant and lonely shore
The people who come home from those distant places
Most are now insane, scared for life; horror on their faces
War begets war, and the problems still remain
This is the vision of the future, the tiger cannot be tamed.
William Morrissey 5/16/07
Categories:
sabers, war, war, lost, people,
Form:
Rhyme
I pause and listen
To your distant lonely call.
Long and low it pushes
Through the stillness of
The early morning air
To trumpet your arrival.
A disturbance to the sunrise
That is waking here.
It whispers to the ear
That knows your song.
An announcement, an invitation
To meet you at the crossing
Where flashing lights, like soldiers
Make us bow.
And colored arms, like sabers
Fall from attention
To protect your call.
Twelve –hundred horses’ nostrils flare,
Huff and puff their acrid air.
Steel shoes clatter as they rumble
Along your private path.
Your wealth follows on carts
That rattle as they roll.
A strand of pearls
That speaks a message
From a place I’ll never know.
Cyrillic and artistic,
Sung as love notes from a lark.
A serenade to caress you as you slept.
Sung by men who joined the caravan
And later disembarked.
I feel compelled to count them
Then their romance sings
A rainbow to my heart.
Each message is a picture
Drawn by men that love you
As a colored canvas
Waving with the wind.
And when you pass,
My world is still again.
Categories:
sabers, adventure, love, romance,
Form:
Free verse
We raced with giants and stalked Jabba Jab
Climbing on gates of metal and wood,
Fierce skin lacerated from thorny spikes
Our innocence excused by the gods.
With our light sabers in a clone menace
The troopers moved to protect all borders
From evil DarthNess and his invaders ;
Brave were our young minds with imaginings.
Weary from the Third Encounter
Our jerky knees brought us home,
Five knights reveling about our winning match
As we devoured heaps of steak in one fast round!
Carol Eastman's You're A Super Hero
new poem
by nette onclaud
Categories:
sabers, adventure, friend, hero,
Form:
Free verse
The day would pass in blissful brightness, with our brains on auto-pilot. The stories we'd tell and the memories we'd conjure up from years past, one couldn't help but think we were all running on about four pots of coffee each with the energy that was pumping through our veins. From jokes about serial killers in the woods, wondering if we were ever gonna find the lake, to the constant face-palms of: Why-didn't-we-do-this-sooner? and We-should-do-this-more-often! It was an indefinable mix of regret at having not done this earlier, and joy at the prospect of more to come.
To this day I can still recall the feeling of sitting by the shore of Hidden Lake, watching the sun set behind the tall mountain peaks that threatened to shatter the sky, knowing full well what would happen if I didn't gather wood for the fire soon. The darkness would encroach, and the temperature would drop to such that even the leaves themselves might shiver. The sun took his role once more as the proverbial clock, and the moon, his mistress, would instill within us that feeling of yearning long buried beneath decade's worth of city distractions.
Joel would be chopping sticks and logs, and Monica would prepare the sausages for the fire, while the rest of the gang (Jonathan, Brandon and I) struggled with setting up tents. Deeply knit eyebrows, tongue stuck out in deep concentration, as if anticipating future interstellar flight. It came to me shortly after, once the pegs were pegged, flaps were zipped, that if by some miracle Buzz Aldrin stepped into the woods on that fine snowy evening, he'd happily affirm my suspicions: it's not rocket science, folks.
The mirror of the lake would turn into molasses when the sun finally set. The flashlights would be drawn, cutting into the night like light-sabers or futuristic cyclops if headlamp is more your style. The rest of the crew were all huddled around a crackling fire, and I'd be changing into my skivvies not 10 feet away. Why?
Because I could.
coals smolder
a spark cleaves
to the sky
Categories:
sabers, adventure, beauty, childhood, confidence,
Form:
Haibun
Twin flames...igniting sparks
Exciting...heads all in a spin
Ultimately meant to be
Yang to the other's yin
She is his golden sunrise,
the embers of her smile warm his day
He is her moon that illuminates her night sky
blanketing her, he sends the sweetest dreams her way
They are each other's love potion
Inebriated from the start
It seems as though they were each born
with the key to each other's heart
But similar to light sabers that cannot be crossed
Overwhelming, such a strong energy can be
It can leave them feeling out of control
unable to handle it's power consistently
So unfortunately, one from the other, they consistently flee...
And yet...when one is sad, the other still cries a tear
If there is physical pain, love's embrace can be felt
even if the other is no where near
And so it goes...
Will they ever be able to let the flames engulf them?
Only God knows...
Twin flames...igniting sparks
Exciting...heads all in a spin
Ultimately meant to be
Yang to the other's yin
Categories:
sabers, love,
Form:
Rhyme
To all known shades, O virtuous Hinds,
With peerless hunger of a sordid kind:
Cover your ears. Cover
Your spirit.
Do not
Put the watered pot beneath the sun, that neutral sun
That struggles not to save you, but shall come undone,
Unraveling some haunting memory
You cannot help but don
Like your favorite sweater unsewn, not forgotten,
For it was you who was rotten.
Do Not Enter.
Like me, you chuckled. Yes, who are they
To force us away? Who are they, indeed.
I shall make a deal with you, friend:
In my hand is the answer why you mustn't descend.
Valhalla…Valhalla…I stood without weapon.
And then…no.
Our hands have not yet converged for shake,
So why do you recoil?
Is it truly, truly, and marv'lously apparent
that the Spleen lives in my soil?
The sea gallons
Through a funnel.
The funnel
in the Tunnel of Love
in the Tunnel of William
in the Tunnel of dark matter;
A face stuck in the mirror shall shatter.
Emerald City. Do Not Enter.
Do
You Understand?
For as the hands of an evil flower give a soundless scream
I reach for the shaving cream—
Nick my neck. I wish to own that neck.
Stand right here without a trace, come through my eyes,
and now, Dear Wise: Do You
Dance? Where art thou lance? And my stance:
I fear that I cannot perform advanced
A flying trapeze peripheral hand-stand.
Curiously down on a fresh wick,
Curiouser and Curiouser
Is the world's smile—but who shall be there
To see only the smile
And not the body
Smiling?
The Ice after the Fire
Syncopating?
I shall wonder and ache, pale and queasy...
I shall hear Reap wed to Infinity oblique for us
The sabers slake to sell my musk
The sun glides into the room
My room
Lacking light,
Backsliding sunlight from a desire-glot,
Though Desire has served me well.
About as well
As a tumble down three old flights of stairs,
whence I've chuckled into a box of airs,
asking, O, Where?
Categories:
sabers, fear,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
The day seemed no different
From the ones that pasted before
Heat, dust and wind
Made living here a chore
We haven't had a drop of rain
For as long as I remember
It seems to me 12 years ago
From this past December
This dusty little town
Wasn't much for one to see
If it wasn't for the Army
It surely wouldn't be
For this place once was covered
With buffalo and grass
And Injuns Lived in Teepees
But that's now in the past
They say they broke the treaty
And that the Injuns had to leave
A tribe of mostly kids and squaws
I think we were deceived
The Army rode like lightening
The tribesmen held their ground
With the flashing of their sabers
They cut every Injun down
The last time that the clouds
Brought water to this town
Was the day that the soldiers
Dragged those bodies to the mound
There they tossed each caucus
In a shallow unmarked grave
No lance , nor stick, nor stone
Not even scribble on a stave
As the Army rode away
A single soldier stayed
To guard against the animal
From digging up the grave
He felt awful for the Injuns
Disgusted by their plight
So from his bag he took a chalk
And upon a stone, did write
To be continued..............
Categories:
sabers,
Form:
Ballad
The tears of her heart began to fall
In pearl like droplets of pure rain;
Words cut like sabers caused such pain,
Eyes shot daggers, backed against the wall,
It seems you hate without cause.
Patiently, she takes it all in stride,
As a mother, stands e’er ready
Welcomes you back from the dark-side…
Categories:
sabers, child, daughter, faith, heart,
Form:
Free verse
before the beginning,
aches burnt slow fuses
in blood shrapnel'd fog,
salted feet tread spattered rain,
as men held spent while veiled mothers wept;
growth rings sat lonely on soot tarnished walls,
regrets wrung young necks snatched in flight down dank halls;
tho' faithful bones preach virtues of battle,
good soldiers pray not for eager roots,
duty once burnished brave Pericles' helm,
now under hill barrows form shadows for muster,
feeding shot powder thurible blessings;
as the fiddle fears the concerto's note,
unbaptized souls flee the thieving stoat;
under the moral eye,
sabers eased in tin, in sighs,
engendered discourse with the Other,
shattered friends, splintered foe,
remnants of another time;
desperate for the author's joke,
unbidden blades pierce tattered cloaks;
once upright men, wounded grimace men,
hobbled yet heroic still,
would dare yet to delve the authentic heart,
and wake the sleeper, sharpen pen, for
without ritual, gods survive war.
Categories:
sabers, war,
Form:
Free verse