Best Weaponry Poems
I'm a grit teeth beginner breaking out the cage,
growing strong and fitter with wit coming of age,
squeezing letters out of lemons got me in a rage,
but this bitter will get better and steal the stage.
I'm out to lay a new way suitable to a renegade,
angrily squashing this yellow fruit into lemonade,
using the skin to pave a golden route in the trade,
writes rooted in the age of this transitional upgrade.
No scourge can submerge the courage I preserve under the surface,
that purrs with an urge to hand carve words with power and purpose,
this marvellous occurrence undoubtedly surges to resurface,
and repeatedly emerges delivering perfectly superb verses.
Attempts to pull curtains on my spirit,
only teach knowledge that I inherit,
I react and catch before impact to my merit
and you can't collapse the soul of this poet.
Everyone falls but my core's impenetrable,
and my mental resilience is unbreakable,
they can't remove something unshakeable,
trying is a mistake that'll make you miserable.
I've learnt to benefit from attempted attacks
aimed to prevent the way that I vent and act,
catching the weaponry and adding to my stack,
I've a determination that I'll never let crack.
I'll elevate as I stimulate with flow
and levitate the audience to show,
I'm able to continuously demonstrate
that my work is something to celebrate,
even though my opinion will make them hate.
Coming back is what I do,
don't make me come back for you!
Before the faint feathered light of dawn becomes airborne
and the world around me lies hushed in peaceful slumber
I often ruminate on the rose and its weaponry of a thorn
equating them to thoughts that both please and encumber
I delve deeply into my soul where passion has been worn
How resplendent the petals of a bloomed dew-kissed rose
Velvet to my finger's touch, in its long-stemmed splendor
Like tender blessings I receive as I reflect in quiet repose
the echoes pulsing within my heart, in grateful surrender
It's there I remember whispers of love and its tragic woes
Uninvited comes the sting of thorns; my cause for bleeding
Deep scratches that inflict mordant worry and sullen pains
but never have they breached my stoic faith by misleading
my heart to cast asperse shadows of scars and bloodstains
on the life of this servant who for God's mercy is pleading
I hear the love song of a wood thrush, calling to its mate
Through a window glows golden glimmers of morning sun
I'm imbued by a breath of warmth, garnered as I meditate
on the generous gift of a new day, sovereignly being spun
I humble myself through life's rivers that I must navigate
6/24/20
Reflection in Silence Poetry
Apparently Soup finds the Latin word for ‘Human’ offensive;
about as ‘P.C. gone wrong’ as it’s possible to get. I have had to
include completely superfluous hyphens in order to get the word
accepted.
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Our home in the stars so often ransacked
Homo-destructus had forced us to act
So quick to breed
Killed - not to feed
Our ancient ancestors counter-attacked
All rounded up for a new rebirth
Transported far to a fertile Earth
A gauntlet they ran -
- Neanderthal man
Homo-destructus; victor or serf?
That was a million Earth years ago
Call us inquisitive, we need to know
A long stellar trek
In order to check
What occurs when you let primitives go
Five light years travelled to view their progress
Earth is an angry and war tangled mess
Our crew now lay savaged
Our ship also ravaged
Homo-destructus sees no welcome guest
That primeval race that we once left to swarm
With clubs and flint axes their weaponry norm
Strangely ironic
They’re now atomic
And Homo-destructus remains true to form
On the Greatest country on this Earth
The American, country of their birth
Sioux, Cree Apache
Native Indians all of thee
For generations they hunt and live
Summer bloom, Winter sieve
Move their tribe on freedom lands
Explorers show their poisonous glands
Spaniards, British French too
Expect to take your lands from you
Many battles many deaths
Arrows against weaponry strength
Colonial life's as races bond
Indian kids haired blonde
Civilisation hope, wars fade
Has this great country made the grade
This country takes another turn
Neighbours, fight and burn
The North and South differ so
Free the slaves, let them go
Awesome words from Abe the man
Freedom to all, his major plan
But blinkered sight from those so grand
Who actually owns this wonderful land
Decades pass, the States grow
Neighbour hoods flourish - flow
American Hispanic, ***** too
Europeans like me and you
But sadly in the background mist
The most important has been missed
Do i need to tell you who they are?
Indigenous Man, your ultimate clan
They are The American
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/native-americans.php
What a wink signifies is oft-mysterious
even in jest, ultra-serious
Heralding the existence of mental telepathy
potent bond of intimate weaponry
I lashed them with my tongue
The paper got all wet
I lashed them with ink
They turned blue
I lashed them with words
They slowed their retreat
Read more slowly
Smirked at the irony
Flinched at the pain
Wept at the happiness
While touching its sadness
My words are razor sharp
Some splitting hairs
Others cutting more deeply
All part of my poetic Kata
Smooth movements
Vibrant consequences
Warriors all
Both those who write
And those who read
Seeking peace
Between swords and pens
B ruised by bitter blows
R age uncontrolled, bestowed
U nable to break free, I cringe
T error terrifies… yet again…yet again
A rsenal of belittling weaponry, employed
L ayer upon layer, neglect enshrouds
I solation from the questioning world, enforced
Y ou are brutally brutal…yet again…yet again
Jade
Not something I'm experiencing, but abuse is not only physical...It can be mental, emotional, verbal, psychological....Neglect is also a form of abuse.
In trying to find pics for this poem...I traveled to an ugly world. The images are haunting. I'm sickened to my core. The images will stay with me....children, the elderly, women, men, animals...all suffering. I'm sure if we are honest with ourselves, we will admit to being abusive at times. :( Let's make a change.
Whence diplomacy fails mankind.
Soldiers amassed with patriotic duties to fulfill.
Some willing, some underaged, some desperate.
Weaponry and vehicular production overdriven.
Military strategies drafted that await execution.
Prayers flood the heavens, farewell letters penned vigorously.
None prepared for what’s to come, sweet talk is all they have.
Come dawn, they depart for the frontlines.
Unto the battlefield where the enemy lies.
One step forward and all hell breaks loose.
Gunshots pierce, artillery’s shrapnel far-reaching.
Mangled corpses sprawled for families to mourn.
Commands roared but not followed for fear fuels the men.
Chaos ensues ruthlessly with no end in sight.
Death and blood saturates the gruesome battlefield.
Oh dear God, do you hear the cries of sorrow?
Oh dear God, do you see your land blood-brimmed?
Who will you aid when good and evil are indiscernible?
Countries conquered, engulfed by terror and atrocities.
Air raids never ending, bomb shelters becoming the second home.
Civilians contemned, slaughtered like pigs, experimented on like rats.
Prisoners of War starving to the bones as they labor restlessly.
Anguish ever present but naught can be done to rid it.
Oh dear God, do you witness the atrocious brutality?
Oh dear God, will you show them mercy and end their misery?
Homeward, anxiety ravages mercilessly like a plague.
Will my beloved return for college?
Will my darling return to love?
Will my dearest return to tuck me in?
Answers undetermined for life preaches uncertainty.
Politicians stand unscathed whilst comrades lay crippled.
In the perpetual bid for peace, the world drowns in blood.
Every day and night all I can
hear are strangers cursing,
cracking jokes, and laughing
at my distorted image.
Words become weaponry,
life never seems to be rid
of discrimation and abuse
that is polluting the very air
I breathe.
Children stare, some even cry
from the sudden fear that grows
when they see my distorted face.
Misunderstanding is thriving,
like a disease with no known cure.
Children I can endure, they
do not get under my skin like a
leech sucking life out of me.
Adults differ, they know the buttons
to press to cause hurt and unseen
agony; they seem to enjoy it.
I continue to smile, trying to mask my
true feelings but within my mind a voice
speaks, always negative, always flashing
terrible memories of my childhood assaults.
I am different, I know, but life seems to
view me in a different light.
Memories I bare create scars within
my lonely soul,
it desperately tries to fit in a world
of fragmented images of
what is considered beauty.
Normality does not come to those
who view the world in a light of
fixed images for life itself is always
different, always changing,
then yet I am viewed as an alien,
unwanted, feared, almost hated.
Still, I keep on living, regardless of
how many times sticks and stones
are thrown onto my path.
Being different?
Who actually cares?
Seems like everyone but life
itself evolves and so shall I.
Feline
Highly strung
Hidden weaponry afoot
Pussy purr; sadistic slash ~
Masterstroke
easy open zip-lock re-sealable bag tear along dotted line no wrong place try a little below dotted line crap well maybe a little above dotted line wrong again you’re not holding your mouth right bite and tear the little bastard s.o.b open ouch try weaponry damn right that did the trick sh-t spilled it all over the freekin floor cut my finger too flip it a bird jump on it stomp and grind with both feet what now get a bandage go back to the store buy two more just in case easy open zip-lock…
Once a nation
Supremely white as driven snow,
Singularly Christian, white and male,
Purely untarnished, and aglow,
Grandeur unparalleled in fairytale.
Hence a grievance
Punitively bold as bloody hellfire,
Potently prosecuted in seats of power,
Oppressively waged against objects of ire,
Prisms of nonwhites seeking justice in the hour.
Now a leader
Colossally void as sterilized weaponry,
Glibly sanctions white phobia and rage,
Lethally enflames this proto-fascist fancy,
As corporations provide aid to the rampage.
Thus a faction
Devoutly for leader, they stand down,
Steadfastly ready for the order to kill,
All woke-ish elitists, and enemies black and brown,
That white men reclaim their rightful place at the till.
Violence of mind
Shocks no one in America,
Where thugs are part of romantic lore.
With our ascendant authoritarian replica,
Are we ready for what washes ashore?
Published in Dissident Voice: 01/09/22
Daisy danced the wild dance of jealousy
Her dancing was her revenge weaponry
She did the can-can
To excite her man
Whom she had caught enjoying revelry.
She had been queuing at the bar for drinks
When suddenly Daisy had an instinct
She turned and what shock
He was in lip-lock
And most certainly enjoying high jinks.
So she danced, for her man was a loser
Should have left the alien much sooner
Her Dear John letter
Said she'd done better
And found herself a huge hearted bruiser.
In many ways your being sways,
Ask for better days, seeing what surrounds us as the matrix haze,
Fill ya temples layers with divinely shinning sun rays,
Be gone, go away ignorance that can't comprehend what I’m saying,
Boom it hit cha, is there room for futuristic bangs, bringing in scripture?
Visions scripted and travel here from the future,
Are you sure you're ready?
The word, bringing word up story rhyme’s showing us,
Alluring poetry hella dope,
Broke and awoken,
Interstellar knowledge meets you,
Intrigued,
This leads my being,
Instead of weak minded rubbish,
Change your situation if you need to,
Wishing? Me? No way!
I’m like the healthy rain water I drink every day,
With third eye eyesight and vision,
I see the bleeding,
You have heard it before but saw nothing,
Rushing waves of uncontrollable internal chatter,
Splatters your brain, lapses and collapses
Shattering what? I don't know!
But having flow putting on a show of poetry,
Sweet sounds like whistling birds is my thing,
Ringing bells I hear,
Alarms feel like swear words yelling in ya ear,
Aware of awareness can be obtained,
I chose to seek what's contained outside the box,
Lost if you enter untrained,
As I say, poets playing with words bringing new concepts in different ways,
Sustainable status as strong as a bus but can crash,
Stash wise wisdom before ya brain becomes mash,
Words may lash out at you becoming beliefs,
But they are concepts! Not personal!
These are written for me and all,
But fools will always ignore the ballers,
Worst is the acceptance of never coming 1st,
I strive to be the best I can be through scripts heard,
I hit the notes and sounds leave my throat,
Levels of quantum learning continuing to be a challenge,
Lesson learnt, I believe I'm the best because I know I am,
I need to examine my ego and let go?
Nah!!!
I'm heading down a road, Is it my path? I don't know,
But I’m still sowing seeds,
Growing into ancient necessities for growth with rhythm rhyming melody,
Check out my history,
A mystery with mass poetic weaponry,
Repping what I invest in,
I live for this!
Quincy Mac
Date Written: 26.8.2016
Tom tom drums call men unto war
The Euphrates dries in preparation
Of a Third world war as Gog and Magog
Start a Cataclysmic war that unchecked
Will lead to an outright world war
Russia is on the offensive in arms against
A colleague of the Russian federation
By name Ukraine is daily bombarded
Carpet bombing NATO names it
As they western powers Arm Ukraine
And dogs of war, by name Mercenaries
Are shipped in droves to support the underdog
The Big USA uncle Sam as they call Her
Peddles her weaponry to the downtrodden Ukraine
As rumors of war abound.. They call it war propaganda
There will be wars and rumors of war but the end is not yet
The end comes when the Beelzebub Prince makes peace
With the Holy Land.. Ooh JERUSALEMA.. why am I reminded of ACRE