Best Spearhead Poems
Let me go on collecting the jewels of joy to adorn your soul
Let me tirelessly take out the paste out of sandalwood to heal the blisters on your tired feet
Let me solemnly invite the cool sea breeze to wipe the sweat of your slaved life
Let me get the roistering rain drop to radiate a spectrum of lively colors out of your buried wishes
I went on saying...
Let me pluck the star from the magic wand in the fairy's hand to add gloss to your downcast dreams
Let me steal the amity between the young lovers to infuse passion in the fictional album of your love life.
Let me replace the spiked stones in your rocky path with jasmines and lillies.
Let me give a tea break to your body clock that has been running restlessly for ages.
She pinned her ears to all that I said
She smoothed her face showering a beam on what she heard
She shared her couch with me and offered a warm kiss on my forehead
She set to put her wishes forth after I ceased to spearhead
Her wondrous wishes astonished me
She proffered..
Give me the minute hand of your busy 24hr clock
Set aside one page of your elegant day's enthusiastic book
Sprinkle the perfume of your happiness on my tender ageing heart
Devote a corner seat in your daedalian decision room
I now realised..
All she wanted to comfort herself was..
My smile,
My happiness,
My laughter,
My success,
My glory,
My hug
and a few endearing words everyday.
Neither a crown nor a castle will make her happy
She delights your moment's attention towards her, so put aside your luring lappy.
Categories:
spearhead, mom, mother, mother daughter,
Form:
Free verse
I shed the shackles of societal scrutiny
Dared to color the Pumpkin purple
Finding that one must weigh such actions
On the scale of consequences
Developed a “cloak of invisibility”
Muted and masked my reality
Sharpened the spearhead of a N0. 2 pencil
Mounted up, lowered my shield, and fled
Leaving a trail of “double entendre”
A myriad of menacing metaphor
The howl of “Limerickian” lunacy
A sonorous tone of truth
Yet still I bear the shackle scars
Soft fears that linger in a being
Longing to dull my stinging spearhead
Erase the Pumpkin's purple smile
Categories:
spearhead, growing up, life, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Hands of the piety
Phalanges of work and charity
Driven to spearhead not stoop
Enliven and share not droop
Fingers we dip on stoupe
Churches of the holy in troop
Our faith we lathe with pride
Strongly we hold not stride
Images we fond and draw
Murals we touch like straw
Gentleness in open hands we pave
Roughness in helping hands we stave
Our works and thoughts are one
Over thorns and bouts of man
Skins and colors of faith
Fins and winged colors of the laith
You are a work of art
Embellished with paints of heart
Filled with a well of hope
Influx of worth in the hull of rope
Ropes are extensions of hope that purport
Strengthened by faith and hands of support
Categories:
spearhead, environment, faith, giving, heart,
Form:
Pastoral
In the league, you are considered among the greats.
What an awesome force being a woman on roller skates.
As the team’s captain, there are no harbored fears.
It all seems routine from performances done for years.
The fans have loved you since graduation from training school.
They all come to see “The Queen” thinking you are cool.
What a sound the wheels make going around the track.
With the other girls, you spearhead the attack.
In a sixty-second jam, you skate past the pack.
Attempts are made to get as many points as possible.
How you skate at such a fast speed is incredible!
What a big attraction you are at any rink.
When this game is over, why not join me for a drink?
Categories:
spearhead, on work and working,
Form:
Rhyme
Soft spoken like Charmin
The earth is down to you
You'd sacrifice the clothes off your body
in a winter storm
Forever putting yourself out of the photo
Loyal to snakes
Spearhead in your spine
future bright as a lit billboard at 2 a.m.
all for $2000
Now you live among rapists, murderers
talking only within
Came out of the closet to me
and strictly me
Regret fills lungs like butterflies
My oldest friend
Dreamt of being a pioneer
We sucked ideas from each others brain
World conquerors together
Helped Mrs. Stalworth with 1000 groceries
Taught the slow boy to double knot
This is not your destiny
You befriended me when I was fresh meat
Orchestrating fundraisers in our minuscule community
Catching game winning TD’s
Unstoppable on the field
Nicknamed sticky hands on the gridiron
Now off it too
What changed, pal?
Times get rocky
you taught me that
Why can’t you take your own advice?
Frustration boils like magma
Secrets deteriorate a person
like battery acid
Why didn't you confide in me?
Heroin destroys like tornados
My heart full of glass and impotence
I could have helped you, brother
I'm sorry I let you fall
off that never ending cliff
Categories:
spearhead, beautiful, best friend, deep,
Form:
Elegy
It was celebration of the Panguni Pongal for the sixth day
People assemble before the Goddess Kaali, to pray
Big sand pot is full of water
Below is a stock of wood, set to enter
Water is set to boil, with high fire
Everyone sets eye, with a desire
From the boiling water, steam shall flow
Due to high heat, water shall overflow
Waiting all along was the priest
With a face, as if he is the angriest
He pumps towards the boiling pot, to charge,
Among the devotees who witness in large
With margosa leaves, he drenches his bare hand
Standing with bare foot, over the raw sand
Lifts his hand with boiling water to spread,
Only over his bare body, to spearhead
Again and again until the water pot becomes empty
None shall feel over him, pity
Bare body of priest now looks as normal
Though he withstood steams of thermal
Never anyone seen any boil
Nor none attempt to foil
To witness, you may become uncool
Until you watch the face of priest, as cool
Celebrated at Peraiyur since ancient time
With passage of time, never became dime
Truly an entertaining festival to express,
The true divine power of the goddess!
NOTES :
(Margosa tree =a large tree of the genus Melia (Melia Azadirachta)found in India. Its bark is bitter, and used as a tonic)
(Peraiyur = A small town under the foothills of the western Ghats of South India in the Madurai District)
(Panguni Pongal= a harvest festival around the first week of April month)
Above Poem is adapted from the eBook "NONE TO MATCH! NOR TO MARCH!! AND OTHER POEMS ON GOD" by Mr.V.MUTHU MANICKAM. Copyright is reserved.
Categories:
spearhead, adventure, celebration, cool, devotion,
Form:
Couplet
Curled like an embryo, pour that good brun,
A matriarch's girth to soothe at the head,
And await cataclysmic sensation
This shallow existence merely feeds on,
As one should deflower the newlywed,
Curled like an embryo, pour that good brun
The calling evokes tantalization,
To slit or shorten with some shears the thread,
And await cataclysmic sensation
All sensory functions raptured for none,
Oh, my dear, bludgeon me with a spearhead,
Curled like an embryo, pour that good brun
You rap at my door: a ****'s seduction,
Sweetness, repose in this conjugal bed,
And await cataclysmic sensation
Take another face -- you shall be kissed again,
A malicious perversion, a godshead,
Curled like an embryo, pour that good brun,
And await cataclysmic sensation
Categories:
spearhead, anxiety, cry, dark, death,
Form:
Villanelle
1MDB Walking Free
Talk about living charmed lives for some people in positions of power.....
The latest involve news of the latest appointments of certain financial figures...
News about President elect Donald Trump's handpicking of certain people..
To spearhead his primary rallying call to make America great again...
Looks to be a potential pooling of people linked to 1MDB unsavoury fame...
No less than 3 of his latest appointees are tarred with the 1MDB brush of shame...
The latter being of course undeniably the world's largest Ponzi Scheme....
Spearheaded by a well derided kleptomaniac who is mysteriously referred to as MO1...
MO1 is a Malaysian Official leader, who conspired with crooks, and siphoned off billions ....
In an financial scandal to involves investigation that requires no less than 8 nations..
Despite their dubious links to 1MDB shame through the company they once served ...
A most reputable, respected and established financial entity called Goldman Sachs...
Gary Cohn, Steve Bannon and Steven Mnuchin are 3 top notched economic advisers.....
Recently appointed into the incoming Trump administration as key treasury officers.....
Rivalling the considerable financial clout wielded by the office of the Treasury Secretary..
Will incoming Attorney General Jeff Sessions drop the lawsuits by the U.S. Justice Department....
Will he be advised to finally set aside the high profile case of pursuing financial justice...
To seize assets that were the result of US$3.5 billion that was misappropriated from 1MDB...
If that happens, people, remember this Bolehland of infinite possibilities...
If it happens, “Mr. Dirty” MO1 could suddenly become “Mr. Clean” Mahatma Gandhi.....
Hohoho...
With Santa Claus coming for Xmas dinner, what gifts are there for long suffering Malaysians...
More infinite possibilities from corruptible individuals, from here to the highly esteemed US Judicial Office?...
This saga of 1MDB being the source of various slush funds that netted billions for MO1...
Will justice be seen done in the long run or will money and power brokers prevail as one...
And we see history bear witness that even in the highest office in the Land of the Free...
Alternative possibilities can happen and somehow charm the corrupted into walking free?....
Categories:
spearhead, america, betrayal, community,
Form:
Free verse
As you put vermilion,
May entire divinity raise a toast.
As you put your right foot in,
May God shower all the blessings.
As you extend your right hand,
May the honour aggrandize and together you ascend.
As you lift up your eyes,
May your dignity always stand by your side.
As you express and interface,
May the wisdom and intellect amplify your grace.
As you align and entwine,
May your humble presence become a sturdy spine.
As you present a hearty smile,
May your sensibility bring laud and beguile.
As you create, nurture and tread,
May your indomitable will hone an eminent spearhead.
Categories:
spearhead, bridal shower,
Form:
Free verse
Fragile paper, white and quite a shaper rolled into a round
On a rod of plastic, tumbled gently draping to no abound
In the toilet room; a violet bloomed where stray peddles were found
Upon the windowsill the sunny feel was warm and peddles browned
Grandma's bathroom, powder, perfume, and a glass for stray old dentures
Was softly messy, cluttered, prissy, and layered with eye-squenchers
Such as brassiers hooked on brass spearhead hooks and dental cushions too
And a girdle. Yet, handpicked myrtle and blue rugs brought my ease through
The shower curtian caught the spurtin' water from the showerhead
In the tub a scrubber club with soft bristles hung tween silver knobs
In the thick steam the echos carried as I showered before bed
Sometimes the streams would mist the tissue then it would come off in globs
Categories:
spearhead, childhood, family, children, life,
Form:
Free verse
You are called faceless
BECAUSE YOU ARE SHAMELESS
YOUR MURDER AND MAIM
SENT TO THE INNOCENTS
GROWTH OF GERMS
INDEED, YOUR INTERESTS
TO GOD, YOU WEAR FEARLESS
TO EARTH, YOU WEAR BOKO HARAM
YOUR PENULTIMATE RETREAT
INDEED, MEMORABLE HEART HEAT
FORWARD YOUR RETREAT
TO THE SPEARHEAD OR THE GIANTS
OR, DIVULGE YOUR IMAGE
NOT GENTLE BOKO HARAM
Categories:
spearhead, confusion, depression, mystery, religious,
Form:
Sonnet
The spearheads are keeping a tight formation,
pride keeping the body upright,
raking claws are sometimes raking home,
they find their way past sagging shields.
What deep wounds these claws do cause,
yet bloodied these spearheads do stand,
needle-sharp pain ne'er dulled by tiredness,
stand in honour, battle weary.
Still hold, you red of Alahsar,
Steadfast to your bloody duty,
humanity must live or die,
forever soldiers of the red.
stay cocooned in glories wonder,
you warriors of golden Alahsar.
Weary each one may have been,
yet still they stood as monoliths,
holding strong against insurmountable odds,
only pride keeping them upright.
They knew they had to stand,
all depended on these moments,
their mission to move forward,
come what may, live or die.
How terrible the scene on Badicha,
dead and dying everywhere,
The stench of death attacks the nostrils,
the sickness wants to come.
Long remembered the screams of the living,
never forget the moans of those dying.
Oh, children of Alahsar,
never forget the horror,
keep your spearheads moving forward,
pushing slowly on and on.
Against this wall of hatred, push,
slay the demons of the dark,
slay the enemies of the light,
death's dance before us is displayed.
Oh, Dark Man,
strike home with all your power,
strike with hatred Utamol,
sword of glory now covered black.
Lead your spearhead on beloved,
the glory of the mighty storm,
fight on for golden Alahsar,
beloved of Heaven's grace.
Chapter ..... 3 ..... Part ..... 2.
Now, let us look upon the main regiment of foot,
they fight on with the glory of the red,
fight on men of Alahsar,
staunch and brave stand before death.
Your banners are so proudly flying,
as they fly Alahsar does live,
proudly they fly in the breeze,
the men of Alahsar still stand.
They say that Alahsar still lives,
men still stand in battle line,
Warriors battle to the end,
honour to those who die and live.
Still the outcome is unknown,
for many men do bravely stand,
A final push may end this terror,
come on red, do battle on.
Categories:
spearhead, dark, death, dream, fantasy,
Form:
Epic
Manipulation remains a popular tool today.
Misinformation seeps into susceptible sway.
Hated concepts and causes gain followers.
Fearful and bewildered as to those wallowers.
An extremely direct approach to criticism.
Implies visible disrobing flaws in cynicism.
This is still widely practiced in the community.
As sipping a cup of coffee to regain one's dignity.
Lula's political career and prestige were in disarray.
Brazil's leader climbed from obscurity to power play.
The man eventually found himself behind bars of steel.
But he won the election again by a narrow margin reveal.
Janja stood by him as he issued his approval speech.
She was a sobbing mess through his goal to reach.
Extremely moved, and she wasn't the only one.
Lula is unlikely to spearhead a radical leftist goal run.
Lula, a leftist kleptocrat, has no place in elections or plies.
Is there any hope for his position in the US and its allies?
Was upset by what he said about NATO's role in Ukraine.
That's not even mentioning his undying love for Beijing.
The American right has to halt electoral denialism.
It's poisoning democratic and conservative nihilism.
And Bolsonaro is scarcely the last man standing.
Even when he's just as awful as the option landing.
Written: April 26, 2023
They Say He's A Loser Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joe Maverick
Categories:
spearhead, analogy, celebrity, political,
Form:
Rhyme
I am smiling as wide as the wind
with my drift being driven by the ever blowing gusts
like a subtle afternoon breeze touching gently
caressing lightly over my cheeks side by side
Listen as I pierce my words like a sword to your heart
almost always full blown with double spearhead edges
never minced nor swallowed and rarely filled with flowers
Now its your turn to lay all your lies onto me
as you spit on me with your sweet sugary lips
and let your tongue lick clean my swaying hips
I am letting my blushing cheeks
to be flooded with your bleeding tears
on the day of lost feeling and numbness aknocking
This is me in tasting the delectable nuances
of feeding on the pounding pulsating veins
and jabbing through uncharted virgin terrains
on a quest of mapping on contoured heightened senses
in drawing from invisible forces
evoking upon thousands of millions synaptic impulses
This is me laying still tying to chill
of me on the highest peak
arriving on my destined
royal state of highness
still smiling wide riding high with the wind
Categories:
spearhead, appreciation, dark, love,
Form:
Free verse
Impeachment of Trump, a hoax and a witch hunt....
THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 6, 2020
Impeachment Of President Trump Dismissed - It Was A Hoax
http://malaysiansmustknowthetruth.blogspot.com/2020/02/impeachment-of-president-trump.html?m=1
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Walaowey.....
All that high drama and witch hunt after the sitting President...
After all the many unthinkable affirmative actions he had done...
A visit and a handshake to defuse tensions with NKorea....
A monumental decision to recognise Jerusalem as Israeli capital....
After the many past Presidents who balked, hemmed and hawed, dithered...
But lack the balls and the decisiveness of Trump, a shrewd businessman who became the US President....
He dared build a physical wall against the influx of illegal Mexicans ...
An initiative unthinkable for a land long touted for her freedom and golden opportunities....
Now that the whole impeachment debacle has run its course...
The final decision has demonstrated that it has been a long and expensive hoax....
And Trump the businessman who became a President...
Has been cleared of all those charges of misusing the powers of his position...
All through the trial by the media and the glare from adverse publicity from the Democrats....
He continually executed his presidential functions with greatness of America firmly in his sight....
Yesterday, in the wake of his latest triumph at the impeachment trial....
Dow Jones market jumped a massive 450plus points to spearhead financial markets the world over....
Long live this American President, he is heads on and on course for another new term....
Categories:
spearhead, america, appreciation, betrayal, bullying,
Form:
Free verse