Best Warmongers Poems
''Reflection of two world faith's, they're [+ & -] for now, HAIL, the created who followed their rules, be 'change' in their faith that bear's silly nothings but rules & regs that [/'s not x's] = 'warmongers. Rumi kissed Grace = CHANGE"
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GRACE
Key Holders [-] & [+] Door Openers
RUMI
Mirrors seize and free; joys and fears; wherefore,
lost toss and turns while hope waits for morning,
gullible holds keys, knowledge opens door,
Faults are the measures by those that implore,
while patience corrects whose worth adds timing,
mirrors seize and free; joys and fears; wherefore,
The ins and outs of worth; toiling, --encore,
a failed piece that favors one who's holding,
gullible holds keys, knowledge opens door,
Past pools plus and minus the ID's score,
super balanced the pendulums swaying,
mirrors seize and free; joys and fears; wherefore,
Life game's unwinnable; Ace--Royal wars,
snake eyes, don't pass go ..., directly singing,
gullible holds keys, knowledge opens door,
When they announce the winners on All Fours,
be game change--their rules, your games to winning,
mirrors seize and free; joys and fears; wherefore,
gullible holds keys, knowledge opens door.
Categories:
warmongers, analogy, games, imagery, life,
Form:
Villanelle
The writing is on the wall.
The writing is on the wall, an old saying used even until today
for those found lacking or deficient, Divine judgement is on the way
It means that there has been a weighing done on the scales of justice
by an impartial God who knows us, and the good or bad we practice.
The writing is on the wall even today, in our ultra modern society
for those who choose critical and independent thinking, instead of piety
for those who deny there is a God, or who simply worship in their own way
for those whose judgemental hypocrisy is super abundantly on display
The writing is on the wall, for all warmongers filled with nationalistic hate
For all those inciting our youth to violence, malevolent voices that resonate
The writing is on the wall, for those who say good is bad, and that bad is good
and for those who kill the innocent child, it's well deserved and understood.
Writing on the wall comes from the Bible Daniel chapter 5 where the Babylonian King is judged by God's handwritten cryptic message on the wall. The prophet Daniel interprets the writing and the King was killed and replaced that same evening. Consequently the expression the writing on the wall portends judgement and destruction.
John Derek Hamilton
April 19, 2016
Categories:
warmongers, bible, evil, inspirational, judgement,
Form:
Quatrain
“But because of your stubbornness and your unrepentant heart, you are storing up wrath against yourself for the day of God’s wrath, when his righteous judgment will be revealed.” ~Romans 2:5-11
I am at odds with this world
bearing ill will toward all,
There’s a moral outrage brewing
within me that I’m unable to constrain…
A scream I cannot voice,
A pain I suffer in silence.
It’s like I am on a crusade to
right the wrongs of the people
and punish those responsible,
To exact revenge on those who
have soiled the fabric of our society.
Unbeknownst to me,
this seething resentment
is raging deep within my soul
toward the self-serving segment —
This unabashed hedonistic wasteful culture
indifferent to the plights of the downtrodden,
Pursuing pleasure and good life
while the populace at large die of hunger.
Some wallow in luxury and extravagance--
They hoard, they feast, they overindulge,
unconcerned by the plight of the multitude
living in a squalid condition
deprived of the basic human needs.
Yeah, there’s a rage within me
and I am hell-bent
on smacking the world down.
There’re people in it who are evil and deceitful,
selfish, corrupt, arrogant, marauders,
warmongers and self-indulgent thugs.
I like to put them in a chokehold and
squeeze the life out of this egotistical lot...
Lord, it’s time to unleash upon the world
the Four Horsemen of Apocalypse.
~03/04/23
~Contest: Writing Challenge "J" words
~Sponsor: Constance La France
Categories:
warmongers, judgement,
Form:
Free verse
Warmongers
selfish, deplorable
scheming, provoking, destroying
haters, devils, angels, lovers
dreaming, mediating, building
selfless, honorable
Peacemakers
June 20, 2019
for the Sparkling Diamonds Poetry Contest
of Joseph May
Categories:
warmongers, peace, war,
Form:
Diamante
Today I'm learning the name
of war refugee camps,
in Congo, Rwanda, Palestine, Lebanon,
Turkey, Syria, Yemen, you name it,
and the children who play hide and seek
in charred automobiles, shivering in cold
and starvation behind the barb wires, thanking
the good Samaritans clothed in peace.
Today I'm signing Lennon's Imagine,
imagining those children swapping their places
even for a day, with your rich suburb kids
whose fathers profit from arms, to see them
recruited as child soldiers, putting their war game skills
to good use.
Today I'm laying siege to warmongers and their kins
who love peace and practice war, the true artisans of
hypocrisy.
Categories:
warmongers, peace,
Form:
Free verse
1914-18 War.
Just another small cog
In a huge machine
Working together
Aimed at some foreign foe
To give a bloody mortal blow
And end a wave of ternary
Spreading across Europe
Over seas
Like a pandemic deadly disease
Bringing terror and horror
Death and honour
To countless people
On all sides
All swearing they have God on their sides
Driven by warmongers and warning governments
Propaganda power and greed
Thought by the ordinary Man and Woman
On the street
Death honour glory and defeat.
The war to end all wars
Or so they said
But war still goes on
Leaving countless dead.
Wars few understand
The scourge of Imperfect Man
wafted by Satan's hand.
Let is never forget
But let us learn
Man just can't get on
And get's his fingers burned.
The Huge machine
Travels on.............
Peter Dome.copyright.2014. April.
Categories:
warmongers, history, horror, irony, memorial
Form:
Free verse
Love and War
L ove will always be in the end victorious
O nly love can be triumphantly glorious
V anity leads to pride and evil aggression
E vil loses battles in dramatic succession
What is the answer to the eternal question
that mystifies many upon their deep reflection
Will love ever conquer evils progression
eliminating warmongers hateful obsession?
Surely humanity is in a deep depression
as war rages onward without regression
Hope fades quickly without faiths confession
only God can help us now with his protection.
Ignorance is inspiring the irate inglorious
Love will conquer war, that's what were hoping for
Love will conquer hate, never again to dominate
Love will always be in the end victorious.
John Derek Hamilton
February 02,2016
Categories:
warmongers, conflict, depression, encouraging, hate,
Form:
Rhyme
There is NO MORE!
There Is No More!
9/10/2013
Now that Afghanistan is winding down
A new battlefield must be found
Preferably a place with internal strife
Where we can promise a better life
Assurances that no boots will touch their soil
Just as long as we have access to their oil
Innocents cry and wail, rage demands holy Jihad
Osama, Saddam, and now Assad
Regime change for Syria and Iran
Harkens back to Neo-cons genocidal plan
With our Media lapdogs standing near
Public opinion is controlled through lies and fear
President took us to the brink, not knowing which way to go
But the people stood their ground, and shouted out a resounding NO!.
Central, South America, Near and Middle East
Warmongers grow Hunger, time to feed the Beast
The Oligarchy living on the top of the hill
possess the weapons that will surely kill
Right wing fanatics still standing strong
Believing their way is the right way, and everyone else is wrong
Drone strikes, cruise missiles, chemical weapons, just like real War
Nuclear weapons are next, then there is no more!
Categories:
warmongers, arabic, grief, political, war,
Form:
Rhyme
Insidious, insipid, id-inebriated imbeciles
incite impetus into inevitable immolation.
Bombast, bluster and bluff: blunt batons of barbarian bullies;
backwards behaviour blackballs baronial breed's burdens and bonds.
Weasely, willy-waving warmongers wage wanton war of words
without wit, wisdom or worldliness, whilst we weakly watch and wait.
Regrettable, repugnant reprobates ravage refined realms with
reprehensible rapier-rattling and rancid rhetoric.
Clash of corrupt, contemptible cutthroats carves calamity 'cross
continents and culminates in catastrophic conflagration.
Pointless predatory and political power-plays pale as
pirouetting pariahic pyres patently a pyrrhic prize.
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(16 syllables on every line, checked with howmanysyllables.com)
14 October 2017
Categories:
warmongers, corruption, death, destiny, horror,
Form:
Alliteration
There is no need for blades of steel.
Now, missiles and bombs do the job.
To warmongers that has appeal.
Man might someday be one big blob.
Yes. Fighting commenced long ago.
It started with Able and Cain.
Cain killed with a rock, not a bow.
Continuous envy … insane!
There were wars before 1 B. C.
The Battle of Kadesh was one.
‘Though it ended with a treaty,
Bloodshed for power had begun.
There was Alexander the Great.
His thrusting spear won many wars.
And the deaths never did abate.
Killing is what Heaven abhors.
There were Greek wars and Cretan War.
Caesar’s Invasion of Britain,
Roman Wars and the Chinese War.
Enemies they would stab or Bludgeon.
Weapons of war were of metal.
Armor did not end the bloodshed.
Back then, like now, death was brutal.
Blood bathed killing in the world … spread.
Back in the Eighteenth Century,
Freedom and brotherhood converged.
Engraved, a sword blade said boldly.
Free people are brothers … life urged.
Gone, all those years, yet, man still kills.
Freedom has brought joy to many.
Brotherhood builds a bond and thrills.
Freedom gives its joy to any.
Teach trust; then, live and love in peace.
We must encourage and applaud.
Anger and hatred has to cease.
Each of us is a child of God.
And that makes all of us brothers.
There is no need for blades of steel.
We must all love one another.
Then, peace on Earth will become real.
1/16/2017
Inspired by the contest, the Contest:
The Swords Speak
Categories:
warmongers, history, peace, war,
Form:
Quatrain
Mandela In You
I scanned into your entire writ
I perceived an unremitting wit;
There’s a Mandela in You,
Oozing from your daring script;
Loaded with a spirit of sacrifice
To eradicate mundane malice
There’s a Mandela in You,
That resonates in your artifice!
A Fighter for Mankind’s thrall,
Equality for gender and for all
There’s a Mandela in You
Reprimanding: Divided We Fall!
Peace is in your daring hand
Which you staunchly defend
For, Mandela in You says
“No to Civil Wars in our Land!”
Women also need their space
Enough to powder their face
There’s a Mandela in You
Lending impetus to their pace!
Antipathy, aloud do denigrate
Which Warmongers do initiate
There’s a Mandela in You,
With a smile that doesn’t fail;
It intones when Spirit is weary
Shining when the Sky is dreary
There’s a Mandela in You
Painting Blue the Sky so bleary!
Write, write, your mantra write
Let revulsion be in your write
For, there’s a Mandela in You
Pleading for Humanity to Unite!
Dedicated to Zimbabwean Poet, Wilson Mapfumo upon being inspired by his Poem: Cry Africa.
JM
14th Oct’ 2013
Categories:
warmongers,
Form:
Rubaiyat
HOLDING MY BREATH
(As Secretary of State John Kerry and the Russian Foreign Minister Sergey Lavrof are talking…)
Hate is circling like a starving vulture over the heads of the innocent
Waiting for war to unleash its accumulated wrath of destruction
Providing thus unlimited supply of provisions for warmongers to devour
While love, frightened, has taken cover fearing to express her concern with a ROAR!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
12 SEPTEMBER 2013
Categories:
warmongers, conflict, courage, love,
Form:
Epigram
Balanced through life's cup
our climate changes as war grips many poor souls
Caught victims in a maze poisoned by this pollution
Trillions dropped in bombs of grave suffering and devastation
the silent screams for justice that's never heard
Media no longer covers true facts bare to the bone
Holocaust where arms are supplied by powers at large
testimony witnesses living skeletons displayed
That would break your heart seeing such unbearable agony
Driven from their home lands by greedy tyrants
the greatest polluters of this world
Warmongers destroying cities and valuable relics
Amounts to the army of darkness never once showing
the olive branch of peace destroying seems to be all they live by
a sad story that is told over and over again
Categories:
warmongers, emotions, feelings, peace, truth,
Form:
Terza Rima
The world is run by tyrants who don't really care
Like the Cameron's the Clinton's the Bush's and especially Tory Blair
These warmongers ruin lives and destroy communities
And they all should spend life in prison doing toilet duties
People are coming together realising where it went wrong
United in solidarity is what'll make the people strong
We need to keep up the momentum and push for fairer times
And stop the evil Tories committing heinous crimes
Because under the current Tory rule it's caused a lot of pain
Theresa May and Hammond I look down on in distain
Giving tax breaks and subsidies to their Etonian chums
While offering the poor and vulnerable only loose change and crumbs
So why do we accept homelessness and foodbanks today
While the rich quaff shampers on luxury yacht's far away
Because under the current system it only benefits a few
So people need to suffer and that includes me and you
The world is run by tyrants who don't really care
Like the Cameron's the Clinton's the Bush's and especially Tory Blair
These warmongers ruin lives and destroy communities
And they all should spend life in prison doing toilet duties
Categories:
warmongers, corruption, humanity, political, poverty,
Form:
Rhyme
Generations of warmongers spew their lies
outward into the waiting abyss of greed
as the adult throng of drones
buzz the factories and the farmlands,
carpenter ants wasting the bounty of mother earth.
And we ..children of the flower children screamed
“Hell NO we won’t go!”
We burnt draft cards and bra’s
freed from the tit by the acid dreams of Leary
we rose, ran, flew, with flags on our arses.
On campus’s we marched
bandana’ed brethren, fuzz busters
picket carrying freedom fighters, a blaze
with a hatred for everything and every one
establishment…
and the establishment killed.
Killed its own children
at Kent State and got away with it.
As napalm dropped over naked children
in Vietnam, the Dawning of the Age of Aquarius
rang from the rafters of Broadway.
Naked as the day we were born
coated in the honest to God mud of
a farmer’s field in Woodstock, we danced.
And we still marvel that Nero fiddled
while Rome burned.
Where are our children now?
Still fighting ..still drones, still bombing
Still ‘liberating’ the oil fields around the world.
Still raping mother earth.
And the beat drones on…………..
Categories:
warmongers, history, children, mother,
Form:
Free verse