Best Unbeaten Poems
Tobruk Siege
Rommel of the Blitzkrieg
had Europe overcome
With the Stukas and dive bombing
And the Tanks that overrun
North Africka would see his tanks
il Duce’s troops were beat
Aussies took 20,000 Italians
At Tobruk in stinking heat
In Europe when his tanks arrived
The captured did surrender
The Poms escaped at Dunkirk
The English well remember
Morsehead an Aussie General
He baited the trap
Strategic mines, artillery, cooks
manned Italian guns , and ack ack.
Tobruk the Panzer tanks came in
The rats went down their holes (Desert Rats Aussie Diggers said Lord Haw Haw)
They rose behind the tanks
Wehrmact soldiers bullet holed
25 pounders fired at just point blank
with cooks and Pommy Armour
Were thinning German ranks
true blue these little charmers
So they blew the turrets off
16 of the best
Unbeaten until this point
A trace of fallen crest
8 long months they dished it out
Though Rommel tried again ……….(lost just as many tanks again)
He had to wait till the Aussies left
To take Tobruk from them
Don Johnson
70 years ago, the Afrika Korp would attack the 14,000 Aussies and Tommy Tank men, Also known as Rats.
The Tanks rolled into the perimeter, Aussies sprang from their holes and fought the German Soldiers behind the tanks, “We shut the gate behind them” the Aussies said.
This thorn in the side in Rommel ‘s mind allowed time for the massive replacement of
armour destroyed by Rommel, with American tanks. The siege held for 240 days in
what is now today’s , Gaddafi’s Lybria. These Aussies were used to living rough
sleeping on the ground
walking from town to town in the great depression, they were brought up on roo or pig shooting and the occasional rabbit.
Categories:
unbeaten, adventure
Form:
Rhyme
No great structures, no crusades over mountains,
No wounds felled or tales of being unbeaten.
All around me is a lively choir of colours and images
Merging beautifully, all the visages and the mirages.
In this fragmented world, I search for the kaliedoscope,
To string together a bit of beauty, truth, love and hope.
More smiles, less tears...
More silence, less fears.
I did not visit all the temples,
Could not always pray properly.
At times I had to say no to friends,
But then I had the best intentions.
Heaven or hell, I know not, nor do I care,
A life is a life, mine or theirs.
There are differences, but they are the surface,
Deep inside, its less of you and I, more of us.
Glittering droplets of the early morning dew,
The sun is the same, reflected every day anew.
The drops vanish, life goes on
In borrowed wisdom, the poet sings his life's song.
Categories:
unbeaten, hope, introspection, peacelife,
Form:
Rhyme
While you try to become the best version of yourself,
Insecurity infiltrates, an unbeaten foe that embraces confidence,
And you list potential falls before even stepping onto the open road.
Every deed is stitched with the thread of this somber foreboding.
Yet, if you know how each scar quietly whispers to you its own tale,
A story of how much it bled, how much pain there was when it was still a fresh wound.
And which bold paths you have taken toward healing, what battles you had to fight.
It's not easy to step out of the frame of your comfort, from your arches of safety.
But when the stars align, they conspire as if yearning to show you a universe
Where you are meant to shine – accept everything with grace, let chance follow its course.
For if you don't, the print of regrets will be one that will never fade.
To receive the stars and the threads of fate, even when they are entwined,
Even when fears seem swifter than your choices.
Gather all your scars, each a mark placed on the map of your own galaxy.
Leave from yourself a beacon, a lighthouse deep in the unknown to which you inevitably head.
Categories:
unbeaten, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
Faith is a powerful thing,
As true believers can aver.
I learned this at my mother's knee.
The lessons taught by her
Have stayed with me for life.
In good times and in bad.
Sometimes I've strayed away
And faith of Mom and Dad
Protected me from this world's wiles.
On other days, remembering
Wonder of their love and smiles,
Enabled me to find way through
Rueful, and sometimes lonely, miles.
Forever grateful, I
Unbeaten by my woes
Live on with certain faith
That my faithful God is close.
He guides and guards me every day
In sunshine or in rain.
No matter if I fall,
God is there to ease my pain.
Written: January 5,2015
Categories:
unbeaten, faith, god,
Form:
Acrostic
With the winds of change billowing in her sails,
the ship of Hope forged her way through
beating off waves of doubt and fear
with nothing more than faith and determination.
Battered, but unbeaten,
Hope rocked gently in the quiet calm of the moment.
While her intrepid crew celebrated some early success,
her young captain stood frozen on the creaky foredeck
eyeing the sea of discontent and the dangers ahead.
With one stern brow slightly arched,
Hope's captain pondered the challenges that await.
Can hope endure the treacherous waters ahead?
How many more vicious onslaughts can she sustain?
Can the integrity of her hull be maintained?
Will cheers and confetti mark a historic voyage,
or will tears and wreckage note a tragic end?
Hope's fate rests in her captains hands
for he alone commands her destiny.
Categories:
unbeaten, life, sea, integrity,
Form:
Free verse
The club that stamps authority
when in its Zenith
Chelsea!
The club with a zero tolerance
even in a zero percent ball possession.
Chelsea!
Breaks, makes and keeps records.
86 consecutive home games unbeaten, for instance.
Chelsea!
Splashes the cash as money talks,
raping all other teams as Trophies walk
who else would it be?
Chelsea!
Who wants to challenge us?
Who are you by the way?
Oh! Pathetic Arsenal!
We need no manual
to give you some rough ****.
No wonder you cannot remember your last final.
Cover your shame with a wig.
The hole needed to hide, you must dig.
Acquiring a Trophy, for you,
Is like bathing a Pig,
cos you will still go back to your trophy-less ways.
When you stamp your name on the champion's league
then, would we consider you, big.
Categories:
unbeaten, business, friendship,
Form:
Ode
City life turns to sparse assortments;
Of local pubs and country homes.
Tall brick walls fade into fences;
Amongst hedgerows and mossy stones.
Crowded bustle soon lowers its pace;
Those now free, move unconfined.
Only thoughts spent are of contentment,
Peaceful surroundings heal the mind.
As roads turn to paths unbeaten,
Dipping and climbing, alongside the fields.
Views everchanging, revelling new pastures,
Filled full of beauty from treasures they yield.
Awaking from the brief city escape,
Thoughts soon creep back to the hubbub.
Before it all end though, the passenger pleads,
Can we go for a pint at the pub?
Categories:
unbeaten, car, city, happiness, happy,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
After giving his Pershing eyes
Walking in the shade of heaven's dream lights the mans spirit
He had freed himself from selfishness and unspeakable lust for his
misplacement
In his bold even fold
he quietly spends his morning alone far-shed along side a blaze
The dawns word seek no end
I blindly hear the worlds forsaken melody
This unbeaten whisper has felt the true coming of the lord
he shared his kindness with all everywhere he has passed
With deeds opening his doors one bye one to the meaning of his life's
presentation
how proudly he sits with a forashing tongue
I silently whisper too his soft kindling horayed recursion
That slips away from his a life's bound
As i listen to this man i winsh my strenght to re coincide
my own
I have talk many times with this blind walking man
We have shared much fun inside we found joy and laughter
Many times we have shared understanding
We have stood for what is not yet be seen
Together we have surpassed the the suffering of our lives
Now and today its time to carry on
With my unspoken words i stagger alone
Through the empty in loneliness i thrive for the redargan of it's memory
To remind me of my aventing heart
It was a time spent in the most common of my sence
I was inter-sized by your pleased smileing prolongment
you were the greats man that i ever new
i have lived for the righteous stand that with rise the mornings fair and titled
soundless voice
when the evenings glow the darkness shows
conquering the mornings even flow
I clearly remember what u said before we parted my friend
for the stands mark ends the meaningless purpose
Categories:
unbeaten, faith, friendship, visionary, time,
Form:
Ballad
I’m hating myself for the person I’ve become
I’m different to all And not just some
I swear a chimp would succeed more than me
isolation my best friend I believe
Intelligence is there but I live like I’m dumb
progression always stalls
I guess I’m a chump
I left it to fate when I went for suicide
it was chance pure chance
I really should’ve died
there’s no reason at all
that I would be found
I thought I’d be placed
6 foot underground
So I live with this hate that I have for myself
I will never have a family with this mental health
I must have been Hitler in my last life
Cus nothing good occurs just misery and strife
Left-handed right handed ADHD
depression self loathing and anxiety,
I’m sick to death of how I be it keeps me inside
every day I say I’ll fight then I just hide,
I haven’t got a drive
I haven’t got pride
How can I fight
with desire to die
how can you make life
when you ain’t really alive
then I ask,
If I feel like this I should be proud I survive
Trying to finish me off but can’t stop my stride,
And if I ever meet depression in the physical form
I will inflict more damage than a biblical storm,
I think the anger hands me an angle
but unsighted what good is a candle
senses blind and the brain sits tangled
but the body fresh able not mank or mangled,
in a fight I fight if I can coordinate
if you move and think you can harness strength
Sighted unsighted you ain’t damned or too late
If you can move and think you must operate
change your world if it’s bringing you down
climb up it laugh and clown around
Cus everybody is destined for the ground
when everyone stays no thoughts sight or sound
so taste the air the nectar and flair
allow the dreams that are not there
smell the roses get caught on the nettles
And if life is bad refuse to settle
I’m not thinking of the person I’ve become
but what I can build what can be done
I miss the people the scenes and sun
why am I sitting when the option is run
why am I thinking of what is and has been
wiped the hate and mean clear so the knocker is clean
set out and enjoy the dreams achievable
always be positive because the air is breathable
Reach for the impossible however unbelievable
I stand unbeaten and therefore unbeatable
Categories:
unbeaten, anxiety, depression, hope, identity,
Form:
Rhyme
BY LYDIA BRESCIA JULY 2011
FOXTAIL TRAILS
THE GENTLE WIND TOUCHES FOXTAILS OUTLINING THIS COUNTRY ROAD.
THEY GLISTEN WITH SUNLIGHT POINTING OUT A DIRECTION YET UNTRIED.
LIFE BECKONS LIKE THAT, TO THE UNBEATEN PATH, TO SEE IF WE GET BY
GENTLE URGES ARE TAPPING US, TO SEE IF WE CAN DROP OUR WORRIES AND FLY
.
FOXTAILS HAVE A BAD REP. THEY COME IN SOFT N GREEN, GLIMMERING IN THE SUN
AND BURN, PRICKLY IN THEIR OLD AGE.
NEXT THING YOU KNOW AN UNSUSPECTING ANIMAL HAPPILY GOES BY AND FOXTAIL JUMPS AND HITCHES A RIDE! THE ANIMAL STOPS AND THUMPS UPON ITS’ RUMP
TO SCRATCH THAT FOXTAIL AWAY…WHEREUPON THAT FOXTAIL BURROWS IN THE GROUND TO SLEEP AND DREAM OF ITS’ ONE WONDERFUL RIDE!.
IN THE SPRING A SOFT GENTLE RAIN AWAKENS FOXTAIL FROM ITS’ DREAM, IT GROWS AND GROWS AND POINTS IT’S TOES AND STICKS ITS’ HEAD IN THE WIND !
BY LYDIA BRESCIA JULY 2011
Categories:
unbeaten, funny, nature, animal, animal,
Form:
Prose Poetry
In the abyss of my soul, I denied the urge to ignite the spark we had
I’ve come to recognize the constant predictable fights that I endlessly lost
They were unbeaten battles that I fought alongside God
But he condemned me to failure for falling into lust
Your inconsistent behavior drained my efforts to persist
It enabled my mind to realize your selfish traits
To my damage heart, Please stop loving him I insist
Stop! Believing that memories can be the present that can be recreated
Our hearts were far from similar, I confess I love you more than my reflection
God forgive you, for my rejected Soul that pains Within me
And in the darkness, I cry wondering why I did not reach your satisfaction
Embarrassed by my inability to renounce our toxic relationship
I condemn our love to lie Amongst the hurt I’ve left behind
Goodbye MY true love
Categories:
unbeaten, boyfriend, depression, love,
Form:
ABC
Tender Rose! watch tonight
I reach thee there, in a wondrous flight
Sighs, storms not any more
as wanton winds soften the roar.
Tearing apart the paths I 'll be
trotting triumph through the untamed sea
hold unto thy dreams for a while
as riding I come charging the vile.
Queen of hearts, my charming bride!
shining I near over the tide
Danger, Death my old delight
truest promise tonight, must see the light.
Dogs, savages of the dark
Come an' they shall be ripped apart
Guides me truly...heavenly a spark
never let Fear rule thy heart.
The moment I kiss this castle enchanted
my silver armor in crimson painted
four or forty heads...I need not know
though fiery monsters shall be lying low
Moonlit sword shall drink the sun
the fire of my breast shall make them burn
Fear not faerie queen then, my faerie dove!
witnesses every move...the angel of love.
Softly like rain...fall into my arms
O' Heavens! Thy countless ethereal charms!
I shall fly thee...through kind the flashes of the moonbeams
away from tempests...to mid summer's night's dreams.!
Unpin the braid...we'll sail in the wind
hoofs won't touch the hard roads blind
into the sea of love...where no chains can bind
as mortal fear, mundane terrains...we leave behind...
Note-As the sailors enter the Thorde sea...they can hear a faint voice singing. As they
move further deep into the waters...the wind all of a sudden hums low an' the voice grows
distinct. A clear ringing voice...pain or ecstasy, they cannot make out. It sings of a deathly
night...of a Knight an' his beloved...the rescue an' an almost successful escape. That
night..as the two approach the sea...the knight finds his ship...set ablaze by some
treacherous spirit...gone unbeaten. At this moment of great fix...ten arrows strike the knight
from the back...poison tipped. The beloved princess is speechless in ecstasy...an' she
knows nothing of this immediate dreadful strike. As a knight ...never falls or fails...he looks
above, at the gleaming heaven in earnest pray...an' with his beloved holding him close; he
storms into the sea with the horse. The waves this moonlit night...remind you the tale once
more....as in above...
Categories:
unbeaten, adventure, faith, fantasy, hope,
Form:
Narrative
Coach Bob Savage
was one of the greatest
coaches in Des Moines
High School History.
During his stay
at East High School,
he coached football,
baseball and softball.
Coach Savage led
East to 477 victories
in softball, 198 in baseball
and 102 in football.
He may never have won
a state championship,but
he did win a bunch of big six
conference championships
and a number of city championships.
He was inducted into
the National High School
Athletic Coaches Association's
Hall in 2001, The Iowa Football
Coaches Associations Hall Of Fame
in 1969 and was the Des Moines
Sunday Register Coach Of The Year
for the 1999-00 School Year.
In 1951 he led East to an 8-0
record, first unbeaten team in 31
years.
The years I went there 1960-61.
1961 was the best year they went
into the last game 7-0, and
they were playing their rival
Roosevelt HIgh School who
was 3-4. East was picked to win
big. They had out scored everyone all
season 240-21.
I was at this game and what a game it was.
The final score was Roosevelt 14- and East 7.
They lost their bid
to be undefeated.
While I was in Des Moines
in July of this year to see
my brother Dave, I read in
the paper that Coach Bob Savage
had passed on at age
86.
It was funny he died at
the very same hospital that
I had been born in.
The picture of him
in the paper is the
same one that was in
my 1961 year book.
Another memory
has passed on,
another great
person that I knew,
so I say farewell
coach, farewell.
In Memory of my teacher and coach Bob Savage 1921- July 2, 2008
At East High School Des Moines Iowa 1960-61
Categories:
unbeaten, lossschool, july, school, high
Form:
Free verse
Midlife Crisis, or so they say
They call it this when grown men play
They buy shiny cars and fly in planes
They chase young women to dull their pangs
They hang in packs and tell their lies
And find no truth in empty eyes
They take great voyages to find the truth
Yet no one gets wet in the fountain of youth
They color hair and wrinkle not
But time comes forth, although not sought
And Time, my friend, is an unbeaten foe
Rolling you over in its under-toe
The battle lost, they bow their heads
Father time sets the hour glass next to their beds
And in the end , they remember this
That time well spent is time of bliss
Categories:
unbeaten, angst, courage, culture, emotions,
Form:
Ballad
The eagle is perched at a firing sight!
And pebbles salute
Converged in a cannon of salutation
Swift & smooth & sharp!
Bowing near her golden wings
All the pebbles greet
Adoring the blackness of her beauty
Luring her in vain
Into a home-dance at the village square!
The eagle is perched at a firing sight!
And winds of terror blow
Blowing everywhere
Among forest paths & homesteads
Unbeaten by protest-clouds
Here in the sky –
The hunter’s sling aims in vain
Her feathered bosom
Drawing away the eaglets.
The eagle is perched at a firing sight!
And stones in a hurry fly
Over fawning protective leaves & branches
More stones parachuted by hopes
Of spoils & clannish fame!
O eagle seated on the hunters’ disunity!
Rejoicing in the eternal silences
Enthroned in a nest of beauty
Carved like a marbled soul of immortality.
The eagle is perched at a firing sight!
And pebbles salute
Veering in a common confusion –
Should she fly safely away
Then hunters & their folks
Could sigh for another decade
Of her willful dictatorship –
And more stones could greet
Swift & smooth & sharp!
Categories:
unbeaten, allegorybeauty, beauty,
Form:
Pastoral