Best Song War Poems
A poet's flowing poems uplift the souls
of men and sing of legends small and great,
of knights and lords, of fiefdoms, and of fate,
of kings, and pontiffs in ungodly roles!
Long, long ago, these popes, desiring control,
enjoined the knights to charge; and penetrate
their Christ's Jerusalem to decimate
the infidels and caliphs of dark Sheol!
When wanton rulers pillage and plunder, poets
write and sing of their great, immoral acts,
betrayals, carnage, and cabals; tho' it's
wiser to just ignore these damning facts,
let poets instead make them known, so it's
repaid by poetic justice's attacks.
I'm aware that
They'll dare me to surrender when my burner's unkindled
And the barrel is empty
Since their whiskey is missing
But it's in our blood and baby it's trickling and
We're on a roll
I heard from her and her merciless curves
That the curse'll come first
Just 'fore the rebirth
It's a thought that gets lost when you pitch it with a cross
O'er a plate made of moss so
I'll name it Shell from Sawed-Off
As I paint Hell from Far-Off
Like the Seraphim cherishing the heart
Who can't turn from the art
Like embarrassing a perishing enemy
Yeah, one last taunt
When told to listen as though it'd fix it
Something went missing
Although I didn't miss it
A relation on a ship quite distant and
Slightly free
Where the ocean switched and the compass died instantly
Oh it's in our blood, baby we're tricky so now
Out that ship has sailed
Like the Seraphim cherishing the shark
Who can flip 'round the ark
Like embarrassing a perishing enemy
Yeah, one last taunt
And our sweat is slightly trickling
A whiskey business, the highest feeling
And the pressure is highly tricky
A risky business, a godly healing
From Valhalla’s fortress of spears and shields,
Valkyrie riders make their daily runs…
Crossing Bifrost to Midgard’s battlefields,
Harvesting warriors till Ragnorak comes.
Flying from Valhalla on their war horses,
Thundering hooves beat like old battle drums,
Odin’s blond daughters watching the forces--
Harvesting warriors till Ragnorak comes.
Legionnaires, Pikemen, Hussars and Spartans;
Storm Troopers, Crusaders and Saracens;
Musketeers, Vikings, and Gladiators;
Watusi, Cossacks, and Conquistadors.
As long as men hear the sounds of war drums,
They’ll harvest the best till Ragnorak comes.
Valkyries search for those to stand vanguard,
Recruiting Odin’s Einherjar armies.
Warriors pass Valgrind to live in Asgard--
Honored to be served by the Valkyries.
Hoplites, Commandoes, and Mujahideens;
Samurais, Yeomen, and US Marines;
Guerrilas, Dragoons, and Panzer Tankers;
Grenadiers, Mamelukes, and Bezerkers.
As long as men hear the sounds of war drums,
Valkyries harvest till Ragnorak comes.
He might be just a photograph,
but I know he's more than that despite
what people say.
His love and words are stronger than steel,
the distance won't make me stop loving him.
He's strong, always pushing on,
Never looking back.
He left the things and ones he
loves behind knowing
this might be the last time
and he's mine
HE'S MY HERO
To feel his embrace, to listen to his voice,
to hear his breath.
I don't care about the consequences
I just want to be with what's
Mine
'till he can't stay anymore.
When he has to be strong, and push on
trying his hardest not to look
back.
He left his life and the one he
loved behind knowing
that this could be the last time
but he's mine
HE'S MY HERO
I can't sleep at night, knowing he's
out there, somewhere.
Is he safe?
How can I pray?
Oh, GOD, please bring him home!
I can't live without him.
Just bring him home 'cause
I don't know how I can stay strong
and push on
as he's watching his and his brothers' backs.
He left the one he loves at home
knowing there's that
chance.
But he's mine.
And I don't care about anyone else
'cause
HE'S MY HERO
Hear my prayer...
Bring him home...
Distance won't stop my love...
I just want to be with him...
He's strong, still pushing on
No longer looking back.
He's back to the things and ones he
left behind knowing
he's back to stay.
And he's mine.
HE'S MY HERO
He's Mine...
HE'S MY HERO...
Yesterday is gone, too late for regrets
All memories of the past locked away
My hopes and fears joining them
Troubles I have had like most, happiness
Seemed to be just a dream from the past
So few of them have survived, once
Far from here I was carefree until you went
Away to war, the news came, lost in action
Now I dwell in the past with locked memories
It seems no point when I no longer can share them
Looks of love from others all around me
As if to taunt me, reminding me of you
Though it is a lovely day my heart weeps a single tear
They're one of many that never manages to fall
Here in my eyes they remain burning hot scalding me
To be with you once more just once to hold you
Stay my heart screams, do not go, do not leave me
Oh how can this be, such terrible pain rips at me
I hear a knock on the door and he is there saying
Believe in me my love, I told you I would return
In your heart you knew I was alive, I am back safe
Yesterday is over, the war won and our life moves on
written 01/23/2014
contest Yesterday
She was intelligent enough not to tell the gentleman of
The access card to her madness of heart
He played strong suits in case his suitcase didn't make
The pursuit in hand soon cut to the chase
But this is business at its finest
When we promised we wouldn't try this 'cause
It's an -ism that isn't auto
Like the condition in my blood flow
Don't you know oh
You didn't know
And now it's code red at the marina
And the emotions bled because I've seen her
Venus in arms baby an arsenal from afar
Venus in arms with her army of gods
I fight emotionless
Since in my soul there's less
We're in suit
But you get the credit while they edit out the sects
Oh it's enough
Baby the -ism's from above
So it's code red at the marina
And the emotions bled because I've seen her
Venus in arms baby the arsenal from afar
Venus in arms with her army of gods
And she's in my arms
Like a victim of love
Yes in my arms
My victim from above
A sorte protege os audazes
Yes a sergeant rode in here as always with
A daring pair of rangers that made us just
Go pray it's back to Fashion Day because
Baby we won't have to pass away, oh no
To the reality of a fascist state
Although
It's hard it's envious of me to see you apart from me baby
Yeah into so many things that aren't a part of me maybe
It's the coat of arms oh stitched by those that harm
That cause alarm
Or the green card rejected by the armies of God be-
Cause they frost The Fall and that's
That's just to save us all
And the justice saves us all
And the style is designed
And with the sign of a Griffin
The symbolism of a lion of wisdom
Where the kings have wings
Oh don't you see
Yeah my envy of these things that separate you and me
So the poet in the philosopher
He said that he'd
He'd throw us the thrill of a cross but first
Put on a gauntlet, in a British accent "lad you can't let
Oh the truth bring out the worst and let it get
Yeah the best of you" so
We'll catch it without the hurt but
Still left with a loss of words 'cause
The style is designed
And with the sign of the Griffin
The symbolism of a lion of wisdom
Where the kings have wings
Oh don't you see
Yeah my envy of these things that separate you from me
My envy of things that separate you and me
There once was a girl
a very special girl
but he was too shy
to tell her so
so she passed him by
and he let her go
there once was a girl
~
There once was a boy
a very special boy
but she was too shy
to tell him so
so he passed her by
and she let him go
there once was a boy
Bridge
After graduation he went off to the war
She got a job in a grocery store
Both of them deep inside silently swore
If I ever, ever see you again....
~
There once was a girl
a very special girl
she sent him a letter
said I love you so
when you get home
I'll never let you go
There once was a girl
~
There once was a boy
a very special boy
he sent her a letter
said I love you so
when I get home
I'll never let you go
There once was a boy
Bridge
She opened his letter and read what it said
He never saw hers, he was already dead
When she found out, she silently swore
I will never ever love again...
~
There once was a boy
a very special boy
but she was too shy
to tell him so
so he passed her by
and she let him go
There once was a boy
~
There once was a girl
a very special girl
Now every day
there's a rose on a grave
an old woman's love
which she'll always save
for there once was
a boy
If only you knew
the plight of refugee children in Congo
you would spare that lipstick money
and clothe them with it
If only you knew
the hunger biting refugee children in South Sudan
you would spare that money for a bottle of beer
and feed them with it
If only you knew
the education hunger for refugee children in Africa
you would spare that coin for watching soccer
and give them fees
If only you knew
the level of injustice of refugee children in camps
you would sit down and talk good governance
and save the suffering innocent
If only you knew
the potency of refugee children for Africa’s future
you would throw away your guns
and make truly everlasting peace
Leaders of Africa, let your tears roll for those bony ones
swollen with pride let your heads burst, those half-dead creatures
you have the powers to stop refugee chaos
but you bite your lips in protest
Let peace reign in your hearts brother leaders, let peace reign
that children may happily chase butterflies in bushes of Africa
I've got the Ahmadinejad blues
I'm bored of tomahawks and even the cruise
I'm after something that's new
I got the Ahmadinejad blues
Nuclear atoms i'm gonna fuse
Full of fear, the UN, they always refuse
Oh, their sanctions of dont's and do's
I wanna new toy to abuse
Death'll be served on all the world's menus
I got the Ahmadinejad blues
I'm gonna turn the world to glue
Change it grey instead of blue
Melt your lover into you
Dis-formed hands three not two
Strip your skin off to leave just sinew
I want an atom bomb
That's why I made up this song
Free fuel, how can that be wrong?
Sharia law will rule the world before too long!
I got the Ahmadinejad blues
Goodnight West, Mourning East
Mushroom clouds rise like yeast
American's aren't the only nuclear beast
Don't forget only one kuntrys dropped t-H-e bomb
Those yankers that despise freedom!
They think they have some right to choose
Bring it on, they're bound to lose
I got the Ahmadinejad blues!
(Next verse is a re-working of Country Joe and the Fish's Vietnam song from Woodstock)
Well it's a 1,2,3 an OIL be damned if I know what we're fighting four?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn, next stop is a war in Iran!
And it's 5,6,7 open up a can of hate
We'll shoot you if you demonstrate
Instilling a One Wold State
Whilst pretending to help liberate
Stealing the oil, more feasts on the riches plate!
I got the Ahmadinejad blues
I wanna nuke the Yanks and their friends the Jews
I got the Ahmadinejad blues!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
“If looks could kill they probably will
in games without frontiers,
war without tears”
Flank left and run it up the hill
everything that moves, is who we're gonna kill.
Our way is better than theirs
I don't care if they were here first
Burn it all and raze it to the ground
in the chaos glory will be found.
No prisoners, mercy's for the weak
and when you're dead is when you get to sleep.
We march at first light
and wait until night.
Torches ready
the enemy shall fall.
Now into position wait for the call.
Slay them all!
If it bleeds it dies
we'll burn the skies
Now run them through
cut them in two.
Their lives we'll spend.
The world for them
will be destroyed
we bring the end.
Burn their homes and take up what you will.
For our gods so their blood will spill.
Honor found in the blood lusted fray.
No survivors, end them all is our way.
Chase them through the fields, the hills, the trees.
Show them something they can not believe.
Listen to their screams, their fear, their fright.
Watch them fall as we lay waste all through the night.
Run each last one down,
None shall leave town.
Horses steady,
meet at the wall.
Devastatingly we will not stall.
Slay them all!
In the midst of carnage and pure rage.
I see an image, of flourishing rampage.
And with it this, such beautiful dismay.
Behold it sits, on this fury filled red day.
Such blood spilled the old way
the whispers they all say
the world is ours.
So take it we will!
Exterminate and plunder all that you can,
we'll set up here as this is now our land.
Loot and pillage all your heart's desires.
The will of man, burns beyond the fires.
Survival of the strong and so the weak must go.
Destroying all is what's the best we know.
When the drums sound, we answer the call.
Slay them all!
Unleashed upon the enemy
We tear through their lines
Showing no mercy
In the midst of battle
Feeding the Flesh Grinder
Severed off limbs
We resupply our food stocks
The more we kill
The more we eat
Human flesh
Sustenance of our society
Blood washed fields
Littered with skulls of the dead
Decapitation before evisceration
Labotamized
Their brains pulls out
The skulls are left out to rot
Blood sprays upwards
from the roof of the Flesh Grinder
It rains down on to the warzone
Exciting the warriors even more
Roars of rage and hatred
Can be heard clearly for miles and miles
They feed off the terror their enemies feel
Leaving not a single soul alive to stand against them
Brave young men, missions of laughter
Returnees ~ wounded ever after
Deep down
Into the further pits of fire
She awaits
Fire
Flame
Desecration of skin
Deformed and rotted
Burn
Ignite
The world will be set ablaze
Hellfire Goddess Siunu
Shall see to it that all life dies
Withers away in the flame
As she spreads across the world
Flesh adorned with blood
Symbols of death
Icons of pain
She hungers for savagery
and acts of butchery
In love with her
till your very death
Her vicious beauty
Left you without breath
Infernal demoness of the undying flame
Forever she will burn in this world
Brilliant at a distance
She will get you in a trance
Up close
You have little chance of survival
She is the inferno
The storm of Hellfire itself
Rage driven
She will continue on killing
You'll never extinguish her flame
To this world
She has laid her claim