Best To Die For Poems
Have you thought about the music to send you on your way
If they played you Bach not Beethoven would there be hell to pay
I had to make the difficult choices when my father died
Mario Lanza ‘I’ll walk with God’ – oh how my mother cried
The Lithuanian National Anthem, of his heritage dad was proud
I can still picture him proudly singing it; he always sang it loud
Gaudeamus Igitur was another favourite song of dad’s
He would sing it regularly when he had a beer with the lads
Maybe its time now for you all to think ahead
For it will be too late when you are already dead
So think about the songs that you would choose
Do it while you are still here – you have nothing to lose!
16th August 2015
IDEA IDEAL TO DIE FOR
As much as we celebrate the organization of liberation
We also celebrate those that birthed the idea
Heroes come and go but their idea live forever
Life victory is rooted in he who perceive the path of freedom
Neither turning to the left or right just focused on the ultimate goal
Choosing to die or die trying that JUSTICE of Human Right must prevail
This is the IDEA IDEAL DYING FOR - Peace, Love and Life
Mother Teresa, Nelson Mandela, Martin Luther King Jr and Many More
They all lived and die for an Idea that was ideal to die for
The greatest LIFE, is the person that sacrifice his life for others
What if Mandala Sold the future, the Idea that cost him 30plus years in prison?
If it was you, would sacrifice your life – I mean idea worthy dying for
Knowing that you will never live to enjoy the benefits your blood
This is the IDEA IDEAL DYING FOR - Justice, Liberty and Charity
Why burry your head in the sandy of idealess freedom
Your life is worthless if it is all ingrained in your selfish benefit
Myles Munroe Said problem solvers should be paid more
Because their ideas benefit everyone – what is your idea?
That is why the IDEA of Purpose discovery for nation development was IDEAL to die for!
And still the idea for POVERTY eradication is ideal standing for
This is the IDEA IDEAL DYING FOR - Freedom, Family and Friends
(Anthony Ngabwe)
TONY THE POET
The economy that exists today,
invites the Grim Reaper to have its way
with our minds and emotions,
even through our tenacity and devotions,
the doldrums set in, encouraging,
negative patterns of melancholia, sickness
and sin........
An economy that has forced its residents
to unleash wrath upon themselves, through
warped psyches and ill health,
People are dropping like flies and no one seems
to hear their cries,
Life continues to move at warped speeds, while
people become casualties of a tragic economy.
It felt so good, like we were movie stars
You were with me, my friends, in my suped-up car
Through the village street at such high-octane speed
Tyres screech, car screams, girls see.
Bump the kerb, skid through the bend
We are men in a car, driving like this mission won't end
Police give chase, blue lights flashing behind
This is where the night changes from fun to wild
Now forcing harder and sharper at corners and bends
One mistake now and it all ends.........
People gather near the pub
Streetlights shine over the blood
Car is dead, crashed into a wall
Friends are dead, seat belts and all!
Policeman is the last one I see
Pain, blood, metal sticking out of me
He winces when he sees the bloody mess
Looks into my eyes with a sad grimace
I hear the siren of the ambulance come
I turn my head to see the paramedics run
I turn back to see the policeman in the cold dark rain
With tears in his eyes he asks me my name
I smile and before I can speak it to him
The sounds all around and my sight go really dim
Then blackness as I hear my father cry and my mother scream
My brothers are so sad, my kitten yowls on my bed in the night,
he can't sleep.
A photo of me when I was in the scouts
A young smiling face with such promise and dreams
Over a coffin with me in.
My father still cries, my mother still screams.
Life enters love’s chat room for a date with destiny
13-12-2015
Hurts’ Somebody to die for
Silent One’s One Liners 7 - Poetry Contest
The turret view tells of looming onslaught,
of grievous weapons our enemies brought.
The petrary and ballistae amongst the worst.
May their soldiers and their kings be curst!
We are outnumbered in bodies, not spirit.
Our will is strong, our resolve with merit.
We stand against what the battle may bring.
Together we fight for country and King!
Arm yourselves with long launchers and bows.
Archers to the bailey, ready the throws.
Armor yourselves with gambeson and shield.
Die standing, take no knee, nor otherwise yield!
The battle won, our praises to God we sing.
Today we rebuild for country and King!
There is this boy by the name of Michael.
This boy is ever so delightful.
And although he can be quite spiteful,
He is the boy I would die for.
Normaly ?
Normaly I want to kill myself
Not today,
Today I want to kill you
Take a chance
The chance that I am lying
That really
I really still want to die for your sins
Because?
This because there is no one to betray me three times before the cock crows
No crowd to take me to pilate to be sentenced
and no hill to carry my cross when she wipes my face full of blood
Just you
It is Just you who betrays me for three cocks
The only one to test and distract me
And I really don't want to die on your hills while you wipe my thoughts from doubt
So Take a chance
Take a chance that it is the rope over you.
Darkness crushes last remains of light,
oozing hatred leaks from every pore,
as I stand before my final task.
Sinking deeper within my rotting mind,
cascading horror corrupts ,
laying bloody tale to what awaits.
Stepping forward fear reeks,
delicious decadent it engages my interest,
Watching amusement as all others fail,
each demon before me,
ripped shredded torn apart,
puddles of flesh sauteing in blood.
Pulsating walls beat with lust,
drinking greedily all the splatters,
that perhaps would go to waste.
Treading stealthy over messes of skin,
faces still etched in surprise,
as I had peeled off their smirks.
Facing the ultimate duel,
my dance with the devil,
as the screams of the damned,
play a lilting melody.
Eyes of fire sear through my soul,
to die not now not here,
defiant gaze meets his anger,
deftly seizing this moment of pure rage,
raises his head and lets out a mighty roar,
he charges with all his might and gore.
Slicing precise with the needles embedded under my nails,
those he had put their,
many eons ago,
flaying his flesh into ribbons so pretty,
spraying blood so black ,
night cowered in fear.
Whimpering now this most feared god,
crawling away to escape, I think not!
Straddling now his beaten bloody chest,
slowly painstakingly insert needles into each eye,
licking and sucking my fingers clean,
little gurgles of sound emitted from this once proud king,
leaning down to kiss his sacred lips,
biting out his forked tongue,
enjoying each moment as it slithers down my throat.
Finally slicing his head from his body,
raising it high so all may see,
I am the queen of the dead,
the Soul to die for,
bow before me,
or a similar fate shall be yours.
A hungry cat
might pick at a rat
But she'd prefer to
feast on a fish
Whereas a dog
refuses 'puppy chow'
If he espies
some meat on a bone
As for me, I'm not picky
I'll eat what's put on my plate
As long as it's still edible ~
to Heaven I don't want to be late
Until I met my lucious lover
I was ambivalent about having another.
My last affair was bittersweet.
My arcane pain I kept discreet.
This one however is quintessence.
My desires awoken from quiescent.
Although I'm flamboyant, he makes me shy.
An intercessor I'll need, I know a guy.
He'll tell him how tactile I can be.
Sweet, loveable, passionate me.
If unsuccessful, I will consume libation.
Become an oblation by immolation.
amidst suns orbage
eagle outstretches wings wide
freedom escalates
Tribute To The Mighty Eagle
And To Our Freedom
I once ate an entire pecan pie,
I didn’t save a piece for you, I didn’t even try.
It was the kind with pecans in a design across the top,
Once I started in on it, it seemed I could not stop.
The custard in the center had a taste of sweet aged bourbon,
The flaky crust around it held it tight just like a turban.
But the thing about this pie that would not let me budge,
Was a very thin perfect layer of gooey chocolate fudge.
I’m not sure just who it was that first conceived of this kind of pie,
But if you eat an entire one there’s a good chance that you could die.
So I pledge to help protect you from your possible demise,
I volunteer right here and now to eat all future pecan pies.
The first time I saw you
My heart skipped a beat or two
I was taken totally by surprise
As I looked into your lovely brown eyes
Your beautiful smile, made my heart stand still
Your kiss so passionate and sweet, it was almost unreal
As time passed by, I fell so deeply in love
Swore, that God had sent an angel from above
Never have I known a love more sweet and true
Than the love that lies between me and you
As time progresses, we'll see good times and bad
Together, I pray, we'll have the strength to hold on to what we have
I hope each day, we find we need one another more and more
Baby, the love we share, is A Love To Die For
Little did I know you were to take me.
Over and over I did fall. And never relenting.
Verse after verse I wrote to your admiration.
Everything I saw was inspiration towards you.
Last week, I got your letter to me.
Over and over I did read. My tears flowed.
Vaguely I understood your statements.
Engagement was breaking me in two.
Last year, you got married away.
Over and over I have cried. I want to die.
Vindication is not possible. You hurt me.
Evacuating you from my mind is the only hope.
Leaving my whole self behind is hard.
Over and over I have assayed. Too much of me was you.
Vying against my own self is destroying me.
Emancipation is my only hope. Goodbye.