Best Stealth Poems
The cat glides soft on feet of stealth.
His plush dark coat contains his wealth.
Purring here and rubbing there,
Adds insult to the dog’s despair.
Cat circles, turns, then rubs with chin,
Much to the small white dog’s chagrin.
Claims master's feet and next his chair,
And last the dog whose lying there.
A growl and then quick flash of jaw;
"Enough of this," dog snarls, "No more!”
"If master were not here indeed;
That lovely skin and coat might bleed.”
Then master, jarred from out his nap,
Berates the dog and strokes the cat.
Till slowly all calms down and then,
Stealth cat begins to glide again.
He bares no grudge for dog’s rude snarl.
He rubs and purrs and all the while;
This tale will soon play out again,
As cat lays claim to dog and man.
He’s a thief who steals in large measure
all he spies and wishes to treasure,
but thought-darkness pokes his pleasure
and he cannot gloat at his chosen leisure.
Sleek and fast, he sees, wants and grabs
any and all worthy possessions to be had.
He has been chased, but he is feline-fast
and sure footed when fleeing with a catch.
For years the law has pursued his identity,
gathered clues they can’t piece with ease
or use to guide them effectively.
He knows because he is Captain of Police.
He needs splendors, he can’t help himself.
He excites obtaining and touching wealth
that he has stolen from someone else
while fooling associates with his stealth.
In time, he was tortured by his own charade.
His need to touch hidden plunder every day
increased the rash visits to his secret cave
where his priceless spoils caressed his name.
Gems called him master of the deceiving game
and glowed bright with want for his acclaim.
Slowly, twisted riches stole his mind, once sane,
and developed a mentally felt blockade
that trapped him forever inside his ornate cave.
moves with stealth and grace
prowler concealed in darkness~
ebony feline
April 5, 2022
Black Cat Haiku Contest
Sponsor: Robert J. Liguori
Criss-crossing, ducking
and diving. That's how I roll-
A stealth warrior.
Wire taps
Wired traps
Wilderness
Bombs
C4
9mm’s
Nutmegs
Magazines for guns
Sharp Blades
Original Guns
Get ready for battle
Maniacs
The team blows up
Silent but deadly
Throw your muscle!
Scream!
Belt of equipment
Guns of apostrophe.
Stealth for life.
Form:
he has much wealth;
perfect health too.
with stealth, he soars
white arctic fox hunts
treeless snow covered tundra
perfect camouflage
stealth cat creeps closer
gets in my lap disrupts thoughts...
muse has left the scene
This plane clad in black that I wanted to see
Throughout this year it has eluded me
My one chance to go and see it take flight
Was thwarted by another venture in sight
A thing of beauty from an aviation view
Built for a purpose, achieving it too
Sinister and dark, appears to float in the sky
Quiet and elegant, it deceives your eye
Wingspan so vast, and eerily black
Alien technology is right on track
With a dedicated crew and ground sustain
The balance of air supremacy will definitely remain
None see it coming and none see it go
Virtually invisible, but it’s been and they know
It’s presence is noted by the damage that’s seen
This plane is stealthy, wicked and mean
An electronics showcase, it has the best spec
Avionics wizardry keeps it above the hard deck
Four General Electrics keep it high in the air
A vast armament ordnance in case of warfare
The crews are high ranking and full of immense trust
For this bird with unbelievable thrust
Nothing in the world can equal this craft’s pace
This one’s a winner in the aviation race
How much is an idea worth -
enough to make you poor?
What if you found the ultimate
that shook you to your core?
Suppose it took a thing you hate
like struggling with planks,
and sneakily turned it to fun,
would you pass and say, no thanks?
Ingenious, this board called Stealth,
paired with an app that’s on your phone;
Your elbows help you navigate;
it’s hands-free, in the planking zone.
You’ve got to stay up on your toes,
Or on your knees at first.
And most folks cannot stomach it
except in shortened bursts.
You use the board to fly through space
or shoot an asteroid,
or roll a marble through a maze
(That’s one I’ve not enjoyed).
The goal of Stealth: make you forget
that you are working out,
and focus on the game at hand
like finding the best route.
It seems we humans can do much
distracted from our pain,
and some of us will even pay
to play and play again.
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Stealth Core is a planking board that rests on a ball that allows it to rotate in all directions. You run a game app on your phone and place it on the board, and you use your elbows and arms to move left or right, up or down, by twisting/tilting the board, and as a result, the phone. The phone detects the movement and changes what's on the screen, moves the cursor, or the ball, or the scene. It is really quite clever! It is also devilishly difficult if you're not accustomed to ab workouts.
They come in the night and with great stealth
bent on a mission to steal my wealth.
A mission so dastardly evil and vile
to ever remove my reason to smile.
She is my light and my anchor - the best ever
their mission is doomed - I will leave her never.
In body and soul there is an unbroken link
together we live, love and together we think.
Wait - the target seems a bit hazy to me.
is it I or is it she?
So ever on alert for myself I'd never have thought
my ever present vigilance would go all for naught.
It is her they come after - the fears and the doubt
filling her ear - she has to get out.
She is the source of my peace, joy and love
we belong together - like peace and a dove.
I pray she can hold fast and stay
I don't think I'll make it if she goes away.
we stand together
yet we fall apart
we are louder than thunder
but as quiet as the stars
we are silent poets
we are loud musicians
we are invisible to the eye
yet seen as outcasts
and as incommons
see us now as we write away
my image might be a fright in your sight
but that doesn't mean I bite
I don't have a college degree
But that doesn't mean I am not wise enough to know the difference between darkness and light
I may not be a Pastor or a Rabbi
But I can still share with your the words of Jesus who has the power to lead you from death and into abundant eternal life
My talents may not fetch silver or Gold
But that doesn't mean they aren't gifts from God
But that doesn't mean they aren't anointed for the service of God's kingdom
I may not have a popular name
I may not have power and wealth
That doesn't mean I live in stealth mode
But thats not going to stop me from turning the world upside down
To introduce the hungry to the name of The Bead Of Life
Jesus The Christ.
Written By Stephen J. Vattimo
July 25 2014
Never disagree with the Officer Class
When you’re serving in the ranks,
Never disagree with the Officer Class
For you’ll never get any thanks.
They seem to think
The time they spent
Getting Commissioned
Makes them Omnipotent.
Heaven protect the squaddie
Who’s discovered to have been right
For the Officer Class hate the thought
Of an underling who proves to be bright.
The NCO learns as he earns his stripes
The approved way of how
To Impart common sense and wisdom
While appearing to kowtow.
You have to learn
And understand
How to make them think
They’re in command.
No never disagree with the Officer Class,
Learn to manipulate them with guile.
No never disagree with the Officer Class
For they get grumpy, prickly, and hostile.
Ignore this advice
If you choose
But if you do, brother,
You’re bound to lose.
Ghost Santa Stealth came upon a dead night dreary,
His intention was madness and I was quite weary
He took bits of my mind, but not in the usual way
He chomped it out of my fleshy brain dendrite gray.
I felt him chewing, his masticating was angry and mean.
He was a destructor, a Christmas devouring, ugly machine.
He took my ideas and threw them outside in the snow.
He burned up my house, not fast, really slow.
I was trying to tell the firemen, but I could not speak.
He had eaten the part of my brain where language doth peak.
Might as well have scalped me. He chewed slow and gave me a fright.
I was terrified of this devil, that Christmas Eve Night.