Best Tactically Poems
Special Action Force, “By Skills and Virtue, We Triumph”....
Hail to you heroes who fought until their last breath!
No fear to face the awaiting door of death.
As you defend and secure our Motherland especially the youth.
At the hour of battle field you gave your best,
As you tactically crawled only to range the said target.
Mike 1, Bingo! Mission accomplished you eliminate the terrorist.
You save not only the innocent citizenry but the whole state.
But at the time of extraction, treacherous rebels pop-out,
From nowhere they came to destroy you mercilessly.
Quite heartbreaking that reinforcement you shout!
But nobody came as you expected them desperately.
We are not callous how you feel that very tragic moment,
When everyone of you is running out of bullet...
When each of you wanted to hear the voices of your love ones in your lowest...
When you brave troopers stand still even blood spurting out and you just fight!
You are but the true heroes that will never been forgotten,
The warriors of elite force that every Filipino now proven.
Betrayal is such a torment, but SAF Family will tactfully proceed,
Because you fallen 44 heroes deserved JUSTICE in the end.
A special breed of men like you will never just die nor fade away,
But like a TAGALIGTAS logo you will be a world significant.
Indeed, you just leave a good trace in the Philippine history,
Salute to all of you fallen 44 SAF heroes and to all full blooded SAF!
MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU!!!
AWWWOOOOOOOOOAAAHHH!!!
Open I say the mechanical molecular mind
As we stare from the celestial spheres and wonder
The non-physical now that is left behind
A timeless tapestry with tenacious thunder
The Keys that unlock the spatiotemporal still
Unveiling momentous multitudes of matter
Emphatically experiencing the fastidious free will
Creating transitory thoughts within the cosmic clatter
The Keys synchronously slowly tactically turn
For we await the immaculate enigma engines
Infinite Love and wisdom is our youthful yearn
Microcosms of uncertainty in determinant dimensions
For the cradling creators of the cosmic keys
Watching and waiting in the bionomical breeze.
The Key to infinite Love
The Key to infinite Wisdom
The key to infinite Uncertainty
Jul.13.2016
THREE KEYS - Poetry Contest
By John lawless
Final fifteen minutes of wait
All the fears are building up
But there's no pressure release valve
So you better hold it together, stay cool
Cooler than the sweat running down your spine
Looking at others and their poker faces
As if you all went to different acting schools
All pretending to be the killers of the room
Reminding you to rehearse your moves
Forecasting what others will do
Now you're feeling tactically superior
Jumping in excitement you're ready to go
Damn starter, please don't take long...
The pistol fires, stampede ensues
Your body knows where to move
Mind ogling if it's looking good
Sealing the choice of your group
A moment of relaxation though you're racing on
The next heartbeat your painless state is gone
The agony begins but you can't fold
Survive a little more and clear your thoughts
Focus on what's ahead and who to attack
With the last two hundred and fifty remaining
You accelerate pass a group of victims
They're foolish to retaliate on the bend
Now it's straight to the finish line
You've been seeing red for a while
But the question is who can do it a little longer
You know you won't break first, pushing on
Sacrificing a piece of your soul
You pay the price to wear that gold
Silence does a reconnaissance around the room
betraying not my artillery of thoughts
that acknowledge the elephant in the room
so starts the ceremony that seeks to save soldiers
body language begins to breakdown barriers
as actions march in motion anticipating
the ritual of tea that takes centre stage
tactically open to observation and interrogation
all actions organised to be economically efficient
calibrated by the infra red eye of the guest
animosity surrenders respectfully and retreats
a ceasefire that allows peace to deploy and enter
steam captivates a tea cup holding it hostage
watching whilst water wages war on leaves
cajoling caressing domineering them to
release and surrender their secrets and serve
with military precision this tea sets in motion
a tour of duty washing away all detachment
reminding us to deploy civilized actions
that counter attack collateral damage
the tea ceremony symbolically strategises
and ambushes all thoughts of war away
quenching the thirst for covert operations
once again a creating coup d'etat in a cup
I heard on the news
Another two are lost
That makes 206
Is there, a whatever the cost
We are there to assist
A country so reft
Inner fighting
To help the rest of the left
Guerrilla warfare
Tactically strong
Thousands of miles
Where we don't belong
The people we vote in
Would they go in their place
To show their people
Dying is no disgrace
I will never allow
My children to fight
A war so improper
A conflict not right
To show our presence
As we parade their land
A remote explosion
Blown up on demand
How can we serve
A regime so unfair
They can starve their women
Because he can't have her there
To fight for their freedom
As they fight themselves
The decision should be made
To save ourselves
The Russians failed
So now we try
Coalition troops
In daily die
The modern wars
Will always be run
No color or religion
Ever stopped a bullet from a gun
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you practically impossible
imposter of tactically tactful tactics…
you’re more than a coronal massive injection of detection
you are a right proper superbubble nova loving spectacle of self
you gave into a microscopically small bit of nanosecondly supported awareness
and you created an entire freakin’ multidimensional universe?
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wtf? with.a freakin’ twist
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you must know
I’m write about most things
and poetry rights me.
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It’s why I’m here
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you called? dear
Scotland voted with a nationalist head,
England voted to keep the torries ahead,
3 Million people voted UKIP instead,
And I ask myself why?
Some voted tactically,
Whilst others voted practically,
Some followed history,
And some even spoiled the sheet!
Put your X in the box send your candidate to the fore,
They'll be the next to be Bribed by the capitalist horde,
Who'll whisper sweet lies every time he draws breath,
And you will wonder how you were fooled until the day of your death!
5 more years of austerity some folks cheered,
5 more years of Torry rule some folks jeered,
And they kick up a fuss, they boo they hiss,
Now everyone's an expert and that truly boils my piss,
The system is broken but what is the cure,
Its not austerity or more pointless wars,
We must learn to love our fellow man,
Put the past behind us draw a line in the sand.
Like a mission you came tactically as if you're a hero,
You neutralized my heart intently without hesitation,
Just like a specialized cop you impressed me though,
And like a naive warrior I was fell with your actuation.
I never dare mesmerize you to lead the trail towards me,
Nor entice you just to show I've got a new buddy of my heart,
Nevertheless, I never gambit you to love me by plea,
In fact, you just forcibly enter into my den so smart.
Knowing you're my destiny, I trusted you wholeheartedly,
Believing every words you disclosed, you bewitched me so badly,
But every pieces of your hidden agenda investigated vigorously,
Bingo! I discerned the truth beyond reasonable doubt discreetly.
You are as rogue as insurgent like we used to eliminate,
Such a treacherous kind and sham alibis to totally hate,
You turned my life into a war zone, I don't care about my fate,
There's no other way but to quit before it's too late.
Unknowingly, God is such an enigmatic author to my story,
Since I am a damsel in distress, He sends me a knight in shinin' armour,
From nowhere a tough yet compassionate man crossed the said border,
Piece by piece my torn heart cautiously fixed by that army.
No amount of depths can deter if your intention is pure,
Or either a disaster can intimidate you if your love is true,
Cultures might be a big differences, it's not an obstruction for sure,
Because true love conquers all and torment is about to cure.
Combating the misery I've felt before is quite an inferno,
Yet an intruder sneak the terrain through my being like an ammo,
Invading my camp and save my bloody heart as such a Commando,
And as I open my eyes I realized you're my other half as I know.
Happiness looks so natural upon you,
when your eloquent face beams forth
as you intricately attempt to converse
with everyone that surrounds you.
So many expressions tuning into your
wavelength, eyes, lips that surrender to
You’re every sound.
Oh! Yes retarded lady, how content you
look in your world of simplicity, even
though I know not your name, I do care
and share in your moments of triumph,
when each word is tactically manoeuvered
after ensnaring yourself, enabling
mentally my will to aid your predicament,
knowing I’ll feel a fulfillment with
every effort you make.
And yet I still sense some animosity
towards you, indifferent folk trying to
climb into their safe world of self-
righteousness, while your impending
oration, reverberates against the walls
for all to hear.
© Harry J Horsman 1989
"Power to the People" doesn't mean anything but realizing your inner ingredients are dignified and can be displayed through your physical
When one realizes their own innate potential
The impact of togetherness will become a desire & the want to lead from a group of encouraging individuals
"Power to the People" isn't indignant
Unfortunately most minds don't use their full divine thought process to create a group of social independence
So when the mind hears "Power to the People" one automatically thinks revolt
Instead of Hope
Although after hearing the phrase could be tactically convincing
However the word phrase may need clarity
"Power to the People" can just mean a One Republic Calvary
We as people must realize the importance of unity
Its sad we sometimes disenfranchise ourselves & misleads our youths to believe segregation creates a better financial opportunity
When truly separation genuinely disintegrate
"Power to the People" withstands against evil leading from a divided class of one oppressing the next to misuse trust
"Power to the People" is to help us gain reliance
Because when political regimes establish laws conveniently offending the people
Eventually
"All we got is us"
Reading Out Loud...
Plus applying index finger as pointer guide
(take that Missus Wells),
who best not take objection, hence let snide
blackboard barbed comment dultifully slide
chalked up and emanating
from gentleman with pride
and prejudice toward third grade teacher,
whose archaic rubric, I no longer abide
when a student at Henry Kline,
he now doth elide
ridiculous bans Boyer Grade School
instituted), who undoubtedly Gracefully yells
from her grave, against these codas long defied
condemned, exorcised, forbidden taboos,
nonetheless tactically helped this pied
piping peter pan, an aging (intellectual baby
boomer bookworm) as his tried
and true knowledge bank account swells
conviction communicating wide
across avast web donning
and/or trumpeting averring,
he always decried
"FAKE" arrogance, conceit, egotism,...
which learning my methodology quells ride
ding high crest of aspiration an aside
to increase cerebral deteriorating multicells,
thus lessening the smarts for suicide
this technique fosters enhanced cognition,
galvanization, pronunciation, et cetera,
whereby vocalizing words,
while ensconced backside
voicing, learning idea
constituting each sentence,
(within figurative nutshells) decide
dutiful dogged diligence involves eyesight,
mandibular interaction
jabbering, sans oral jawbreader divide
aided by vocalization augmentation allows,
enables, and provides groundswells
flowing fun like joyride
with incorporation to hear
nasal twang only downside
syllabification altogether garnering
boost to comprehension outstride
ding learning taking paradigm nationwide.
I am tactically vast;
Shining as sheets of glass;
I'm luminous plasmic spheroid;
So held together by the atmosphere;
Gravity spaces and places me spread;
I'm in brilliants colors orange, yellows, blues, greens, whites, reds;
Elements absorb I'm living spectra;
I'm Grandeur darken vast mast extra;
Heated a hotted mass of slender hue;
Temperate temperature blue
I am a star, my name. Blue Kelvin
7/7/20
You are a star Poetry Contest Contest.
Sponsored by: Nina Parmenter
Personification poetry form only.
whittlin' away
- an essay
I went to buy a pocketknife
recently for a preteen I know,
a small boy with wide dreams
and spaces to live in that match
The usual hardware haunt was
quite limited in its selection,
so I went online to find the perfect
treasure for an eight-year-old
There was a wide array of
overpriced stilettos and bayonets
but nothing of simple sturdiness
for boys with a woodsman's mindset
So I went to the long-established
area gun and tackle shop in search of
a small locking blade that a boy
could rub and oil and admire
The sales clerk showed me several
walls of hundreds of knives
that in all probability included
a full-size replica of a Jim Bowie
broad knife with blood channel
I naively asked if they had any
not quite so - lethal
He replied no, all they carried
anymore where "tactical" knives
I wondered what sort of tactics
a eight-year-old who might still
think little girls were "icky"
would be in need of contemplating
When I was a boy, all boys
carried pocketknives as a point
of practicality, whittlin' away our
childhood, by shavings and curlings
The thought of hand-to-hand tactics
regarded only to arm wrestling
and sneaking past authorities
meant parents and teachers - to play
Tactically bypassing metal detection
and doing terminal bodily harm
to anyone was completely unknown
to our innocence and, too, to society
"Tactical" pocketknives for boys (or anyone)
is a present-day mindset of our own
fear- and bravado-driven selves
that we would sleep better without
Nine and eleven are odd numbers
that do not add up to an even world
Even though we profess better selves,
our current example falls short
Little boys know not, and should care not,
for such murderous dreams.
I, too, care not for this.
It may be true, someday, if we, as people, will it
© Goode Guy 2012-10-13
The Satanic Sentinels stand surreal
As the facultative feces break the coded seal
Thus you bow before the neglected night
With futile forgiveness and loss of light
Tactically trapped by the watchful wolves
Dancing in the darkness with hideous hooves
The skies seduced by a vulturous view
Demonic disturbance in a bacterial brew
The cadaverously condemned we seditiously salute
And we drink the nefarious nectar as we pollute
In the crippling catacombs deceived by death
For the succulent serpents steal our breath
We are noble nomads of the distant dawn
Forever frugally fighting with Satan’s spawn
Delusionally dormant deprived and in despair
The Sentinels stand surreal with asphyxiated air.
May.05.2017
MAY DAY STANDARD any theme,any form max of 25 lines -Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
A shinny light shone on the horizon
a lofty height further from the forensic
from the loins of wisdom...
wisdom from his loins..begetting mega-wisdom (s)
daddy,my buddy.
my "paddy"...my "caddy"
my confidant..my confidence
the penchant...the fence
my inclination...my adoration
my guide...my guard
man with seven lives,
mum in heaven smiles,
“his fertile effervescent mind”
his fatherly ever - present bind
the simplicity of his complexity
the intricacy of his sagacity
magnanimity exemplified,
hospitality embodified
enigmatically dogged,
sub - urban rugged.
undauntedly courageous..
conscientiously religious
indefatigable hustler.
easily understandable teacher
the earthen raged
you damned the bellows
tactically concealing the hidden page
you squeezed in to the hollow
glad you didn't listen
look at what we would be missing
we might have taken the long way
you always knew we'll get there someday
...Daddy, age with grace!
happy birthday.