Best Self Defence Poems
COUNTING SYLLABLES*
2/2
lacks pace
slow race
bombshell
death knell
3/3
one desire
to retire
wasted brain
down the drain
cobblers last
frozen past
common sense
self defence
rocking beat
happy feet
in the groove
on the move
4/4
an unsure cook
recipe book
5/5
confronting yeti
with palms so sweaty
© Harry J Horsman 2022
*Apologising if stepping on anyone’s toes
If so, get in touch and I will credit the poem
First two forms are footles, invented by Brian Strand.
He deems the ways and dares to understand,
a measure of a love that went astray,
from libelled forces, which compelled his hand,
to lies, and morals left to slow decay.
No one forgo or risk refute her right,
a stubborn choice is seldom steered by sense.
To cease callow mishaps from leaving blight .
sound case to aid her act of self-defence.
Yet, who can purge despair from a man’s soul,
who boldly baulked against such mortal deed?
His choice dismissed as outside his control,
no matter pleading creed, indeed, his breed.
Such anguish will forever convolute
because abstracts are never absolute.
06.27.21
You are free to choose, but you are not free to alter the consequences of your decision
– Ezra Taft Benson (politician)
By the steeple, all the people
That said no to Mr Needle
All the people too suspicious
Got diseases that were vicious
For the reaper, avaricious
Finds the human too delicious
So deny the plan he’ll hatch
Take the sharp but tiny scratch
Don’t reside with all the people
In the ground beside the steeple
Taekwondo
The way we flow
Our hands and feet
We put on show
Jumping spinning in the air
Striking out our target there
This mighty form of self defence
A contact sport so immense
Spectacular performance of an art
The hand and foot taking part
Taekwondo
Come on have ago
Romanticism beauty show
Throughout history we’ve been taught
Mind and bodys' train of thought
Discipline to enhance the spirit
Systematic and scientific
Physical fighter that truly feels
Those traditional martial artist skills
Taekwondo
Such a calming flow
Fluid movements fast or slow
A graceful art that shapes mind and heart
Physical state of harmony’s past
Meeting a challenge with calm and peace
Shapes and conditions the whole physique
Brings well-being and inner strength
Self-control and development
So now your journey starts to begin
The way of the fist and foot within
© Copyright KC.Leake
18th May 2015
All Rights Reserved
Recently I spoke to a young man.
Let’s say his name was John.
He told me all about his life,
And the things that he had done.
Coming from a broken home
and abused by someone close
he said he fell behind in reading and sums
receiving lower grades than most.
He left school aged just sixteen
Joined the army, felt there was nothing else.
He was taught how to march, to obey,
and how to kill. In self defence
He was told when to sleep.
When to wake, when to eat.
He was feeling content,
felt his life was complete.
He then was sent to the Afgan war,
returned with anxiety and stress.
The army he loved he had to leave,
His nerves were in a mess.
He moved into a bedsitter flat,
with the remains of his army pay.
Soon fell behind with the rent,
Was told ‘Get out right-away!’
Not knowing where to go,
he walked the streets by day.
At night sleeping on cardboard.
In a secluded shop doorway.
Passer-by’s ignored his begging pleas,
muttering ‘He is on the dole,
will spend money on drink and drugs.’
His medal proudly worn, some said he stole.
Then one night someone did stop,
helped him to his feet.
Took him to a sheltered home,
gave him something to eat.
He was taught how to read,
enrolled on an IT course.
He was shown where to seek help,
and said he was able to find some work.
Now he is a leader at the home,
helps others change their lives.
For those like he once was,
I asked if he had advice.
He said, ‘My friend, believe in yourself,
never have self doubt,
say to yourself each and every day,
I may be down, but not out.’
If my words could be fashioned into a weapon,
I would write a poem for each of my brothers on the other side of the world as a means of self defence
against one false accusation to the next,
to the constant failure to pass an "innocent appearance" test
due to the misreadings of an ill-literate society that have been preset
and extended to triggers that are pulled without an ounce of regret - but then;
it seems that words have been deemed irrelevant
and all that exists in this reality
are the faint sounds of sirens, gunshots and protest cries
that soon evaporate into memories,
condensing into injustice
until precipitating into yet another life lost
all while the guilty hide under an umbrella of privallge - the cycle continues.
Buttercups are dancing to singing daffodils
King Neptune, with his trident, is surfing down a hill
Rabbits playing hopscotch with rainbow coloured frogs
Snails with sparkly spinning shells slither along gold logs.
Wolves in sheep's clothing are bleating nonstop,
Four hyenas harmonise, in a barbers shop.
Centipedes were newly crowned; Kings Of Tug Of War
While spiders spin silk candy floss for their online store.
A pony with a sore throat, was sounding rather hoarse
Moles queued to play nine rounds on Trumps new golf course.
The parrot kept repeating the same unfunny joke
The magician did his magic tricks with a talking cloak.
I came across a chip tree, surrounded by a moat
Where fish were reading newspapers in a paper boat
The moat is filled with batter and when a fish goes in,
A sudden blast of dragon's breath, cooks and seals the fish within.
I thanked a praying mantis, who had taught me self-defence
Only then to realize, none of this made any sense.
I blamed it on the late night snack before I went to bed
Then said goodnight, to the squid, that's curled around my head.
19.05.22
He was only a sheepdog
But his death has bitten
Into my soul ever since.
As a pup we brought
Him from his home
In Ireland
Where supernumeraries
Are drowned
No small farm needing
More than one mutt.
His reddish brown brother
Had been our first choice
We were left , my father-in-law's choice,
With the black and white collie.
Now his residence would be
A Scottish housing estate
We all grew to love him
I became his alpha male
How his ears would prick up
And he would sit attentively
At the window,
Awaiting my usual time of arrival
With a welcome where,
With tail wagging furiously
His paws would reach up to my chest
As he sought to lick my face
From strength to strength he grew
A tireless walker,chewer of carpets
Chaser of sticks and thief of Sunday roasts
How we all used to smile
When he darted to the opposite end of the room
Whenever my son burst into tears.
This had to be his way
Of saying,"Don't blame me."
He was right at home
Running round the street
With a gaggle of kids
He found his true metier
On returning to the farm
Where he was born
For two days he sat
And watched his brother
Bringing in the cows
And then relieved him
Of his duties
This task he performed
With great gusto
While his brother skulked off
Glad to be relieved
Of his daily chore
He was so much at home
On the farm
Revelling in the freedom,
Enjoying the work
And he was so much bigger
And more energetic than his brother
Tragedy struck
On our return home
Tied to the garage door
To keep him from getting
Under my wife's feet
Meant he could not run away
When a little girl kept blowing
In his face
Self-defence saw him
Nipping her in the neck.
That is what sealed
His death warrant
Gloom settled over our home
That nip might have been fatal
Fatal it was for him
The death sentence was passed
That last long walk
Was our rush to judgment.
We walked slowly
His head hung low
Never had I known
Him so quiet
He entered the killing room
Unflinching and calm
The vet's needle did the deed
Seeing his young body
Stretched lifeless
On that cold dark slab
Has burned my soul
With remorse
Ever since
Maybe it's the bad boy attraction
Maybe it's the need to spice up her life
Maybe it's the fire of her self defence mechanism
That keeps her tangled in his angle
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 50
Each gets to keeping own while making up whole
No one need sacrifice distinct difference
Yet the total’s not a square peg kicked in goal
The idea’s the centrifugal force control
Not to impose by force piercing self-defence
Each gets to keeping own while making up whole
No Security Council veto steam-roll
Each nation’s voice strong and pure over fence
Yet the total’s not a square peg kicked in goal
No fear genes be altered by remote control
Nor in vitrio robots spell impotence
Each gets to keeping own while making up whole
Collective will subsumes democratic role
To serve the total without interference
Yet the total’s not a square peg kicked in goal
Contradictions are not ingrained in the soul
Rather in the way bodies subvert common sense
Each gets to keeping own while making up whole
Yet the total’s not a square peg kicked in goal
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Depression is pride
Why aren't I perfect?
I am better than this,
Self hatred is pride
I have fallen short
My standards are higher than this!
Self depreciation is pride
I'm too stupid
How did I ever do that!,
Victimization is pride
In trying to find good
I have just found the bad.
Being offended is pride
How dare they say that
Don't they know who I am?,
Self defence is pride
I'm better than you
You owe me another chance.
Being negative is pride
Obsessed by my failures
Doesn't make me so wise,
Selfishness is pride
And all these things
Have proven a master of disguise.
I
just
took my
last self defence
lesson, so if anyone
feels like attacking me,
very slowly, straight
on, with a fake
knife in their
hand - I’m
ready
LAW IS A COMIC RELIEF
Law is a comic relief
Subtlety amidst ardent belief.
Draconian legislation
That still wriggles out an exception.
Pitiless killer
Yet cleverest healer.
Law is a comic relief
Deus ex machina to its own mischief.
Creator of extreme offences
That yet allows supreme defences.
Coercive jailer for life
That still gives freedom for a good strife.
If...
Insanity may be antidote for committing homicide
And intoxication could be a nostrum for patricide
And provocation may be a corrective for matricide
And necessity is a curative for avunculicide
And self-defence is a rectifier for uxoricide
And automatism is a shield for regicide
And necessity is a panacea for sororicide
And fair comment is a cure for famacide
Then Law is just nothing but a comic relief.
--Bolaji Ramos, Esq.
Copyright 2017
Along the coastal areas
in wetlands and by creeks
the tiger snakes are waiting
alert, with bloated cheeks.
They hide in expectation
where timber rots away,
in matted vegetation
and leafage in decay.
Thick-bodied, plain or banded
right down to robust tails,
with brightly varied colours
and overlapping scales.
Their venom can be fatal.
They strike in self defence.
When threats become a danger
they go on the offence.
The tiger snakes are waiting
to catch unwary prey,
betraying no emotion.
Their patience lasts all day.
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Animal in the Wild Contest
Hosted by Line Gauthier
Placed 1st
Surrounded by selfish men who use us in every way, whole day
With utter disregard to our thoughts, feelings and what we say
Out of this situation we should find a way, inequality shouldn't stay
Oh women, wherever you are smile, sway, joyously bloom
Whatever be your situation think positive, don't live in gloom
We are given tough problems so that spiritually we may bloom
Empower yourself, be financially independent, learn self defence
Be such that you can fight all those who dare to make an offense
Bring up your children in similar manner, let's end this life of pretence
Women are tender, beautiful, trusting and love selflessly from heart
It is time to show the world we are strong, independent and smart
For removing gender inequality, it is high time we made a jumpstart
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Gender inequality, atrocities against women still continues all over the world. It is upto us women to come together and put and end to it.
Happy women's day to all