Best Targeted Poems
the only real winners in conflicts ~ are the arms manufacturers
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bombing campaigns don't ensure victory ~ people's resolve is stronger
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wars are expensive for everyone involved ~ peace costs you nothing
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why are schools and hospitals always targeted ~ they cannot fight back
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Just because others do not share your views ~ doesn't mean that they are wrong
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history remembers the warmongers ~ but why not the peacemakers
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talks about ceasfires and peace are futile ~ without trust and compromise
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lennon and plastic ono band sang give peace a chance ~ so why don't we
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why do all the despots in the world ~ have weapons of mass destruction
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skeletal buildings a dreary landscape ~ once thriving communities
Written 14th April 2026
The days go by so faintly,
But the pain throbs in my heart.
I wish I could do this over,
And begin again from the start.
Words are scattered bullets,
That left my big mouthed gun.
They targeted my happiness,
And killed away the fun.
·
The echoes of the casings,
Still cling within my mind.
If I could touch Dali’s clock,
I’d repaint the hands of time.
To a time...when I was with you,
To restore all of my wrongs.
But this life replays to me,
Like a sad love song.
·
My actions are still hazy,
But the results are all too clear.
If I could cast some magic,
I’d snap my fingers to bring you here.
But life is not that easy,
We make things so hard.
What started out as easy,
Is signed with sorrow’s regards.
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Man, I’m in a daze,
A dream I can’t wake from.
As the world moves around me,
My emotions are still numb.
As I achieve my accomplishments,
From all the things I do.
Believe me...they mean nothing,
If I can’t share them with you.
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As you rest on your happy pillows,
I toss and turn on mine.
I have come to my conclusion,
That separation is divine.
Maybe one day you’ll return,
To color in this black and white sky.
Nothing I do...can reclaim you,
And only God knows why.
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I’m speeding to get nowhere,
While staring in my rearview.
The road has gotten longer,
With still no signs of you.
My patience is on empty,
Burning fumes of creative wealth.
But when the rubber meets the road,
I did this to myself...
I feel very privileged to have been able to contribute something small to a second collaboration with poet extraordinaire, Robert Lindley, whose mastery of all forms of verse continues to inspire. Thank you, Robert, for such fellowship and inspiration.
The Unseen, As Swirling Ebbs Of Time Plod Along
A collaboration with Robert Lindley
19th October 2018
Fight disbelief, as its intended power is to deceive
its low, hard constant drone, echoes shattered moans
with razor knife edge, bloodied cuts hide in its deep,
at dusk's waning hours, path falls to the cold and dead
And what speaks in dreams, oft walks in shadows at day
spreading aching sadness, horrific chills sent to curse.
Yet disbelief will not be fought
for waging of battle demands that you believe
existence says, believe you do not
for from whence, otherwise,
did disbelief's bleeding red-blades appear
if not from blindness, saddest of such sad truths ?
Is this black magic in its unfathomable infinite embrace
cut short by false Gods that once held its great powers
nay, the same, blood for blood that mercilessly seethes
from its savagery, demands we live weak, wasted lives
In soul destroying expanse, sorrows birth deeper woes
man a pawn, dwelling within Time's never ending shows.
Yet the ancient false Gods be not false
for only true Gods could control and mask
their own hidden goals and divinity's truth,
and their every mysterious whim,
as the oscillations of a cruel lover,
echo divinities that we'll not ever divine.
If one sees, finds a way to break the mold
they are targeted, struck down long before the old
as were celebrated artists felled in fleeting youth,
rotted in earthen soil, living now in dreams of more
Behold, evil, slow-walks hand in hand with father Time
recurring patterns, anger born, in man's fallen mind.
The Unseen, As Swirling Ebbs Of Time Plod Along
Fight disbelief, as its intended power is to deceive
its low, hard constant drone, echoes shattered moans
with razor knife edge, bloodied cuts hide in its deep,
at dusk's waning hours, path falls to the cold and dead
And what speaks in dreams, oft walks in shadows at day
spreading aching sadness, horrific chills sent to curse.
Yet disbelief will not be fought
for waging of battle demands that you believe
existence says, believe you do not
for from whence, otherwise,
did disbelief's bleeding red-blades appear
if not from blindness, saddest of such sad truths ?
Is this black magic in its unfathomable infinite embrace
cut short by false Gods that once held its great powers
nay, the same, blood for blood that mercilessly seethes
from its savagery, demands we live weak, wasted lives
In soul destroying expanse, sorrows birth deeper woes
man a pawn, dwelling within Time's never ending shows.
Yet the ancient false Gods be not false
for only true Gods could control and mask
their own hidden goals and divinity's truth,
and their every mysterious whim,
as the oscillations of a cruel lover,
echo divinities that we'll not ever divine.
If one sees, finds a way to break the mold
they are targeted, struck down long before the old
as were celebrated artists felled in fleeting youth,
rotted in earthen soil, living now in dreams of more
Behold, evil, slow-walks hand in hand with father Time
recurring patterns, anger born, in man's fallen mind.
Robert Lindley Lawrence Sharp - collaboration
10-18-2018
Note: Yet again I have had the great honor of writing free verse, with my dear friend Lawrence Sharp and being inspired by his beautiful poetry. Such fellowship is indeed a boon and a wonderful experience as I continue to travel on my poetry journey.
We all surf the internet to do shopping online
Chat with our friends and to have a good time
But there's bullies' who surf it causing great hurt
They're the internet trolls, the scum of the earth.
They're the faceless cowards who sit behind a screen
Who always get away with it, because they're never seen
And the bereaved suffering loss, who struggle to grieve
The vile messages they receive, you would not believe.
The disabled are targeted and so are the sick
By the internet trolls who get some sort of kick
People with skin colour be it brown, white or black
They are often subjected to a vile racist attack.
Young girls who are worried about how they are seen
Are ridiculed and abused while they look at their screen
The mentally ill and suicidal, those unfortunate souls
Are encouraged to commit suicide by these internet trolls.
Time after time you see and read on the news
Someone who's been targeted by online abuse
Their spirits crushed and their confidence marred
Some are left suicidal and emotionally scarred.
Who are these trolls ?, they could be your friends or mine
But become the face of evil when they go online
Social media and governments' you know all about it too
So please could you tell me what you're going to do ?.
Written 9th February 2018
They love creating chaos that's their plan.
Look at the wild fires out West, here we go again!
Devastating families with no end in sight.
Canceling their fire insurance, as their homes burn bright!
No water in the fire hydrants, can you imagine that?
The Controllers planned it that way, such an evil act!
Chaos they love and they love to destroy.
Starting off the New Year, Newsom's their boy.
This world is full of evil, and it will get worse!
If the people don't take a stand, there will be remorse!
(No syllable count)
PLEASE DONATE TO THE CALIFORNIA COMMUNITY
FUND. IT IS A RECOVERY FUND DEDICATED FOR
HELPING THE VICTIMS OF THE WILDFIRE.
Thank you and please pray for the victims of these
wildfires. God bless all that do.
It is sad to know these Hell bound
Satanist have planned the destruction
of California through their manipulation,
aiding in not implementing a plan to
have water in the hydrants with 7.5 Billions
put aside to do so, they did not implement.
Cutting the Firefighters budget by 17
million dollars. Creating the fires like in
Hawaii using lasers. They have targeted
California, Hawaii, and Canada. You know
this was planned because the fires were
started with 100 miles an hour winds in
place to fan the fires. What are the odds
of having no water in the hydrants, 100
miles an hour winds to fan the fires, and
the start of fires, all at once... Also months
before the insurance companies started
cancelling homeowners policies against
fires. Who tipped them off these fires were
coming to take such action. This tells you
it was planned and someone knew ahead of
time the fires were coming? This has to stop.
I hope there is an extensive investigation from
a private company not by their own
administration.
Davin Newsom has to be charged for this
planned destruction, loss of life, and suffering
caused by his alleged deliberat actions.
Important: Please go to YOUTUBE and type in
The Fires are "the plan" This is Disturbing. Off Grid
with Doug and Stacy... You will be amazed what
is in this video...
Boys carry their snow sleds
up, up
to the highest peak
scaling risk
their voices pitched
chattering noise of expectation
frozen giddiness on snow packed hills
boys belly flop onto plastic sleighs
bubble-headed jauntiness launches them
lunging down, down
bewildering "swish" of speed
smashing white drifts
projectiles scattered
boys tossed in snowbanks like pizza dough spinning
baked together in joy
pushing the balance of extreme
runs repeated
brash, blunt, bold
epic span of freedom
ignoring downfalls from ill timed moves
in a lost sense of direction
gleefully tired
snow flecked
boys wheeze the icy air
make their way home
their talk clotted with bravado
beneath it, the unspoken promise to never tire
of boyhood
in twilight, the slopes gleam
gouged by sled marks
that clear a path for growth
targeted direction
and if boys fall from the path
are there souls
who'll notice?
when ruts threaten
when sleds teeter
in unruly spaces
Poem composed February 2, 2022
Three 'Palestinians' murder innocents
three Jewish women in cold blood
Then dance on rooftops and in the street
where fellow bullies and cowards nightly meet
When murdered themselves
in a targeted assassination
Their 'PA' government cries 'Revenge'
against Israel's 'aggressive operation'
O, when will the world open its eyes
to confront these egregious Arab lies
To forever wipe out Palestinian terror enclaves
Let innocents sleep in their beds ~ not blood-stained graves
I knew a poet in you, a long, long time ago
You used to be naïve, still the truest, I know.
I recalled, we bought a stand-fan, an item not in the list
$30 was unaffordable, almost a luxury for us, in the gist.
I got gallbladder stones, lots of math on surgery was on our note
We both were a student then. We were preparing to hit a long road.
You loved me when I am angry. You used to smile keeping your secret
Do you still do that now? Life is passing now at a fixed speed, targeted.
I still linger for your touch; too idiotic to mention it so late! And I had to know.
You were always so simple! Simplicity was a thing I longed for, could not grow.
You were too simple for a lavish moment to express feelings, too lonely a soul
Wandering why I am listing you? I assure you, it was never my intended goal.
You wanted me to open my eyes when we used to be intimate, I never could, so.
Forgotten life in closed eyes now, bleeds through a pen, saying,” Please! Let it go!”
I am looking at a poem now, a gift I wrote, so happy to finish my masterpiece!
Heard the news of the death of a reader today! So, left it there! Yours are all this!
7-25-2019
Writing Challenge 3, July 2019 - List
Dear Heart
NUN FUN IN THE SUN
There was in hot Tashkent in the orient
A religious uprising - a convent dissent.
Army was ordered in with gunnery,
The soldiers targeted the nunnery.
Here are the events in vista:
One lovely sista was forbidden a mista,
But a certain young soldier kissed her
Unaware of the portents
For the jewel of the convent’s contents.
In her cell he wanted his love to foister.
(She had made his cloister moister.)
His inclination was to osculate ;
The incident threatened to escalate.
Her kiss made him forget his gun,
Which overheated in the sun.
The magazine cooked until done,
Then bang, their love was gone.
lioness is hunting
lioness is prowling
prowling at midnight
prowling for prey
prey, unaware.
prey is now on the run
run, Impala, run
run for your life
life is on the line
life is in grave danger
danger in the wilderness
danger is very real
real as can be
real and deadly
deadly predator
deadly precision
precision pounce
precision, absolute.
absolute hunter
absolute stealth
stealth assassin
stealth undetected
undetected in the tall grass
undetected big cat
cat, undomesticated.
cat of the wild
wild nature
wild animal
animal on the menu
animal targeted
targeted not for sport
targeted for food
food for predator, scarce;
food needed for survival
survival is key in The Serengeti
survival of the fittest
fittest apex predator
fittest of them all
all nighter lioness
all powerful
powerful talons
powerful jaws
jaws that crush windpipes
jaws of death
death by ambush
death of Impala prey
prey caught unaware
prey never stood a chance
chance
unaware
Off to college he'd gone
a cheerful, optimistic fellow
laidback, easygoing, mellow
not one to boom or to bellow
But the folks there taught him
to be ashamed of his privilege
That due to his fair white skin
the college had let him in
They told him that his part-time job
served the corrupt capitalist mob
that he should get out there and protest
with all the strength he possessed
So he turned against the 'system'
rejected those who would kiss him
learned to make a Molotov cocktail
targeted a cop; now he's in jail
Yes, off to college he'd gone
a cheerful, optimistic fellow
He'll return home a bitter young man
robbed of hope ~ no future, no plan
I have this small birdbath
in my backyard
apparently the talk of the
whole Bird-town -- not much
larger than a good-size hubcap,
one would think it was Lake Erie
size takes on different perspective
in the desert; like a prairie dog
is fat pheasant to a snake -- a jackrabbit
seldom fast enough for a hungered, blood-thirsty
coyote once targeted -- even a cartoon Willy would
shed his cartoon ink, in the real desert~ life here, first
is all about drink.
OPEN APOLOGIES TO CHINA
My sincere apologies to the nation China.
Light Dawns when there's illumination, situations becomes clearer.
I have stained your flag,
Disdain your land and given you a tag:
"Populated poisonously polluted people",
Gradually the world begin to see the real evil.
Sorry for the woundable worrying words
Targeted at you but we know the odds.
Vocable virucidal venomous attacks
Your whole land has taken while on the tracks.
Here comes the time to jettison wrong accusation
That isn't validated by a misconception,
Especially when the four beasts bible prophesied begins to show up,
Wuhan being a testing ground for 5G and Corona is sad enough.
Let's hope for the prevailing of God's agenda.
Accept my sincere apologies China.
VickWizzy
Copyright © 13th April, 2020.
The way of the warrior,
stalwart and true,
bending but unbreakable,
phoenix and dragon
rolled into one;
the warrior struck
will arise with a last breath,
undaunted by fear.
The wonderment of a child
coupled with fortitude of titanium.
One targeted swing of steel,
ominous doom.
The warrior is harmony,
balance of blended opposites.
The art of the warrior...
peace.