Best Saboteurs Poems

The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier - Canada

We all know you now
You have fallen at our feet
You have guarded them all with life and limb
Noble and brave
Only to fall at a cowards last call
You have stirred the souls of the unknown heroes
Their appall shall seek...

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My descent was gradual, sedge meadows with wondrous pink orchid variations visited by never identified damselflies, my head starting to swim; erasing time, giving way to a dark canopied wetland of black spruce, difficult to traverse, sloping deer trails the safest path to take, avoiding...

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A boy and board in Brooklyn
bedeviled by the breath of baroque battles
bemused with a belligerent brain beauty
and befriended by battlefield bravado, 
the chessmen championed his ego
wickedly warring to a visionary's voodoo,
those soldiers of black and white instrumentality
would be the boy's unfailing family
never gainsaying his genius,...

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If anyone is impatient, by chance or choice,
Or too impatient to read my poems, 
S/he must read this poem—at any rate!

Hopkins once heckled God:
“Why do sinners’ ways prosper?”
And did not stay for an answer!
The answer is:
Sinners, whether saboteurs, burglars, assassins,
Or any other characters of their...

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The time has come my dear for us to part
It was not my intention to hurt your heart
Our goals and views are just to diverse
I scratch the surface but you totally immerse
So many people love you, I feel I can't compete
You'll always be the driver...

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Antics Of A Buzzfeed Ding Housefly...

Non random, but (based on my very
     far out, flimsy laughably 
     amateurish thinking)
     faux feigned aye
firmly believe, that
     what appears bye and by
as...

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THE DIE IS CAST
“I See,” said a blind man to his deaf Spouse, emphatically
I hear the S-rhetoric She replied Sarcastically
The symptoms and signs of Stagnation 
The Syndrome of intermittent Systems and Structures
Signing and later whining or wining
Structural adjustment and subsidies
The insatiable appetite for Sausages and...

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They surrendered to Virtue all they had, tears
They gained from society( 'twas all they yearned for) tranquility
They sang songs so serene:-
"Oh, blessed is the shunner of all forms of evil!"
And perched on tower-tops
While the city went out and commenced
Jumping walls topped by sharp-edged-jagged pieces of...

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Obsolete is the byword
that keeps us buying anew,
products that last forever
simply would never do.

Paydays come in many forms
some junk is another’s treasure,
so creating problems to be solved
makes sense by the repairman’s measure.

There are industries of industry
who perpetuate themselves,
flooding markets with one thing
keeping others on the...

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Anarchy is witnessed, 
Strategy is called for,
Youthfulness is called upon,
Execution is on the roll.

Motivated by materialism,
The conscience is sold out
Indiscipline rules willfully, and
Fear is the air to breathe.

Scenes of violence all over
Generated by the “gods”
Yes, the "gods"and barbarians of  the “science of power” 
Leaving...

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Initially intended as a lyric, I wrote this in iambic pentameter.  I'm interested in any 
feedback, much appreciated.  Enjoy.


Your distant posture softens when I near,
Despite the pledge that you are quite content.
That smile returns, your eyes shed their veneer,
Remembering those wild nights we...

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she knows naught of a life that is her own,
          so giving all she has to mate and brood ...
               and tho...

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As the odyssey in the skiff continued a more sentient being begun to appear,
At times feeling as a eunuch who was unable to change anything,
In zenith of toxicity as miasma on a cold misty morning.
What an epic feeling is to hold an axe of revelation,
In...

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When fate clashes
With destiny or
Your illusions
Clamors with reality
If hope and dreams
Are saboteurs
Then what happens to
Your future;
If in this life, you
Cannot face the
Challenges that
Appear and 
You live inside
Your head,
Huddled up in fear
In your own little 
World of illusions
Where you get treated
Greatly.
You have become a
King inside
Your world...

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BORN IN THE MIDDLE EAST
By Eddie Egbelo Ntebri

Alas thy has been born; from thy dark mother’s womb
To inhale the venomous air from thy bleeding ambiances
What a conclave; concealed by dusty decisions 
Dejection and pity shelters thy unpolished skin; 
Leaving thee with regrets of a propelling...

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