Best Wargirl Poems
The little girl who begs for mercy is away,
her angry alter-ego took her place.
The little girl might possibly come back someday,
But now her eyes gleam red on her fair face.
All the wicked things she said and did,
It was not her but that evil thing.
Maybe the little girl just hid,
Afraid of all the alter-ego may bring.
She is evil, can't you understand?
The sadness, the anger and hatred she gives,
Is it possible to withstand?
But maybe inside that evil thing, the little girl who begs for mercy lives.
Ernie was a hell raiser
A daredevil of sorts.
He was popular in school,
A natural at sports.
A kid in a candy store
Is the way Ernie felt.
All he had to do was smile,
And every girl would melt.
But he had eyes for Sally,
The only girl for him.
She was aces in his book,
A beauty, tall and slim.
They married after high school,
The Fall of thirty eight,
Ernie earned a scholarship,
At Arizona State.
While he worked for his degree,
Sally clerked at a store;
But their dreams were cut short by
The Second World War.
Ernie became a Captain
In the Army Air Corps.
He proudly served his country,
Like his father before.
Sally trained to be a nurse,
She wished to do her part.
Then word reached her that Ernie
Had earned the Purple Heart.
He’d engaged the Japanese,
Out in the Philippines.
Shot down at Corregidor,
News came from the marines.
The next three years passed slowly,
And Sally tried to cope.
But something would not let her,
Lose faith or give up hope.
Then in early November,
Of nineteen forty five,
The Army called to tell her,
Ernie was still alive.
Parachuting from his plane
He broke one of his knees,
But still avoided capture,
By hostile Japanese.
He joined with the resistance,
A ragged, motley band,
And offered his assistance,
Though he could hardly stand.
The rebels had a medic,
Who tended to his knee;
But without proper treatment
It wasn’t meant to be.
He would always have a limp,
And Ernie knew the score.
His future would be different,
Than what he knew before.
Somehow it didn’t matter,
If this wound changed his life,
If upon returning home
He’s greeted by his wife.
For she is what he fought for,
For her he would have died,
Only she can ease the pain
Of his next labored stride.
The ship made port in Richmond,
And Ernie said a prayer.
Then through tear filled eyes, he saw
His Sally waiting there.
For a moment, time stood still
Every detail defined,
Imprinted like a snapshot
Upon each of their minds.
And like an old time movie,
They met in an embrace.
End credits rolled as Ernie
Wiped tears from Sally’s face.
They drove into the sunset,
Holding hands and grinning,
Though tales end, we know this is
Only the beginning.
She was standing on the flight deck,
soldier girl in full gear,
she reflects,
as she was trained to pick up the rear,
thinking of her past life,
she was a mother, and a wife,
that made a promise, she’d be back,
but now she is out at sea in a middle of an attack,
she felt their tears,
she sensed their fears,
and the fears of other soldiers running past her at full speed,
brothers and sisters at arm on the high sea,
some shot, some bleed,
as the ocean feeds,
and they try to flee,
a superior fleet in retreat,
as the incoming bombs made the ship debris,
she turned to her captain,
the man she had trusted most,
saw the bombs instantly turn him into a ghost,
she shook her head in exasperation,
war puts them in that situation,
her family wondering how she’s doing,
and she’ wonders that too,
as the destruction to the ship left no clue,
every fiber of her being struggled for stability,
but her flesh ripped apart with such incredibility,
as she barely restrained her fury,
ghost fighting a spirit, a spirit fighting a ghost,
then her ship finally went down,
and she hung her head,
they were never found,
the soldier girl in full gear, dead.
Little girls gotta grin,
bruised legs
shaved skin
red burns
frozen like a mannequin.
bowing to her audience
applauding her commence
calling her an on-core
little girl so heart sore
pouring her life down
upon the dirty floor.
crowds got an uproar
raping her like a new whore
petals, petals surround this girl
weeping, screaming so eye sore
hearts been ripped off its stem
laying alone in guilty flem
helpless, broken,
little girl torn,
all thats left now are her thorns.