Best Weapon Poems

"No Weapon Formed Shall Prosper Against Me"
                          (Isaiah 54:17)



When the slings and arrows in a torrent come my way,
when the...

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There was an old chap from Toledo

Who took meds for his bad libido

One pill made him fast!

Two pills helped him last!

With three, he surpassed a torpedo !!



            



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The church we sought to find a home in no longer exist.
Our courage is strong, our future belongs to temptation consisting sin.

Woods cut and gathered with selfless labor shall provide us a ship.
This is where I realized that Noah was wrong let the story begin....

The...

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Roses are red
violets are blue
Your mouth is rubber
My feelings are glue
Why must you hate
I haven't a clue
Your narcissistic
Negative mind
Affects us too
Every time
Soon you'll find
Yourself alone
But before I go
I've got one more poem
Sticks and stones
May break my bones
But your words really f****** hurt...

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For every time I wake, another day
                 A chance there is to live another way
To right the wrongs injustice came to know
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To the fighting men and women and to all military personnel,
   I only want to wish for you safety and God keep you well.
We are proud of what you do and you are always in our thoughts and mind,
   I am...

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He finds himself among the dead,
the moving parts
of armored columns,
His hands are guns
his eyes are guns
His mind a weapon he points.

Drink raw vodka,
laugh and joke with the dead,
for they all saw the beast,
the clanking grinding machine
they marched away to war inside it
they know it, it...

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War without weapon
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War takes place with
The help of weapons,
Weapons win or fighters win.
God alone knows.

Can a fight take place
Without weapons? 
Yes, fights do take place
Without weapons.
The weapon is your mouth.

At times the words 
Come out of your mouth
Are more painful than the 
Wounds created by swords.


Sharp weapon is...

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Armed with stolen kiss

                                      A breathless moment 

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final dismount, final ride
pasture waits for dappled roan
girth mark of the lonely byways
lather from the battles flown
dew eyed weary, spinal backed
stumble step'd and nostril blown...

stirrup brass with bugle hung
faded strap and leather worn
bridle twisted, crackled spur
broken packboard, blanket torn
carbine scabbard, saddle sore
salt and stain wrung...

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In every war
propaganda has spread
many lies and fabrication
to rally support and justify war
to a misguided nation
Feeding fear hate and patriotic pride
for lawful genocide.

Power self interest and greed
motivate those in the shadows
to sell their souls
and squabble like fat pigs
from the overflowing  troth of profits

from which...

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Hand a pen ,break the silence.
Let the world hear our voice.
Write a song, create a poem.
Hand the tool for our future.

This is the high time to act, to react.
Too many people, too many lives.
Had wasted and gone so fast.
Through terrorism's act,attack.

Hand a pen, tell the...

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A moth to the heart of the light, flamed
A memory semi-precious, almost alive
A random arced flight of a bullet not aimed
A gymnastic crimson misted dusty dive.

An event striking elsewhere, a country un-named
His memories stop, awards to come; cease,
Mass shock, horror, and politics blamed
Kind words at...

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The horned helmet of the dawn has met my sight
They’re shouting loudly, that I’m wrong – I’m right
The sky is putting on the armour of mournful clouds
I’m man with weapon I’m not farmer let someone shouts.

I’ve taken sword with hand of vengeance I’ve taken shield
I’ve...

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Fire-blown mounds of ash do swirl
About a charred pathetic doll
With one surviving dead man’s eye
Whose eyelid flickers back no more

Torn up like a tethered fox
Mail-shirt bloody, helmet gone
Sinking in the ooze of death
Upon the hungry battle-mire

A crash of sliding masonry
As a church wall mourns
The king’s...

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