When I am older I will be a ninja warrior
Sneaking into old folk’s homes in the evening
Maybe even during their naps in the afternoon
I will make angry guttural noises
Throw my weight around
I will carve up their curtains and their lamp shades
Jump up and down on their beds
Terrorizing and terrifying them
Nurses will have to chase me out
When I am older
Gaza, Iran & Beirut.. nighty night
No respite from the missiles flight
Vexing but still flexing their might
Poor poor me…the Israelite
Don’t confuse this ain’t about Jews
Diaspora poorer cos of this blight
Lots of bots & Zionist zealots plots
Poor poor me….the Israelite
Ignite the fight with clear foresight
Denied aid this trite white knight
Lied about genocide that’s alright
Poor poor me….the Israelite
Mad Mossad glad says it’s our bad
Spite.. despite their neighbours plight
Planned land grab it’s their birthright?
Poor poor me… the Israelite
A tool in the cruel rule of fossil fuel
Not a fool got their American mule
Know they’re best mates so tight
Poor poor me… the Israelite
No slight or insight.. news lite
Spank & shank the West Bank
Carve up then starve a delight
Poor poor me…the Israelite
No stagefright the future’s bright
Rage kill will keep up their pecker
To murder and be a home wrecker
Victims can’t alight from midnight
Narcissist terrorist is high as a kite
Hear old song by Desmond Dekker
Poor poor me…the Israelite
A solitary soul, I waste my life.
Depressed, and bitter, I rage in this line
and rhyme's unquiet measure—O, my strife!
like steak knives that carve up a dead bovine,
why sacrifice my lunatic, crazed soul!?
Why crucify, why vilify, my name?
To be a loathsome bug trapped in a bowl,
is untold disgrace and great, endless shame.
But still, I persevere another day;
and seek comfort in scribbled, rhythmic words,
that ring like cathedral bells on Sunday,
before the pious assemble in herds.
Though in church no more where sinners are, alone
I worship God with hymns of better tone.
IN YOUR ING DREAMS DONALD
ONLY THERE DO FOOLS COUNT TO FIFTY ONE
COME FIND OUT HOW COLD WE CAN BE
COME LEARN ABOUT US BURNING YOUR FIRST WHITE HOUSE
BET YOU DIDN'T KNOW THAT ABOUT HOW MUCH WE WANT TO BE YOU
COME AND LEARN THE LESSONS OF 1812 ALL OVER AGAIN YOU FOOL
WE STAND TALL HERE
REAL ING TALL, ASK YOUR OLD MEN WHO'VE SEEN US PISSED OFF
SO TALL IN FACT
WE SURPRISE ANY BULLY, WE'VE MET THEM BEFORE
WE ARE KEEPING OUR LUNCH MONEY
AND IF YOU PERSIST
WE WILL TOWER ABOVE
THE NEXT PROVINCE NO ONE HERE WANTS
FREEDOM COMES AT A PRICE
WE KNOW WELL HOW TO PAY
THE GREAT WHITE NORTH IS NOT YOURS
IT WILL NEVER BE TAKEN OR SOLD
GET USED TO IT!!!!!!!
YOU AND PUTIN WANT TO CARVE UP
A GREAT NEW WORLD
WHERE YOU TAKE AND SO DOES HE
SORRY...WE'VE MET BULLIES BEFORE
WE KNOW HOW TO KICK THEM
INTO THE EMBERS OF SHAMEFUL HUMANITY
Cold cuts carve up a serving style of meat
~ humblest eaters they entreat
There are sacks of rotten rattlesnakes.
In a pit made of acidic hearts and coal flakes.
Bloody stumps where there once were trees of reasoning.
Pinworms have crawled from asses and into their brains.
Three-piece zombies are gleaning peace from our dreams.
They've already forgotten the lessons of 10/7 and 9/11.
The slaughter of our sons and daughters...of innocents.
They've forgotten the cattle cars and ovens of the holocaust.
How easily warlocks and witches whipped devils into martyrs.
Scorpions stinging away at the Star of David.
Their dark hearts looking more like pentagrams...
Making lust with fallen angels and ravens.
Step right up, folks... pick a side.... pick a side.
We're in the Armageddon foothills and plutonium rides.
It's time to draw granite lines and carve up the red beasts.
Guzzle some heavy, heavenly water and have us an omega feast.
I am, so you will never win.
I am, so be.
Be, full of hatred,
march to where dictated
and win the battles, so sacred.
Free me of my home,
while the rest debate if,
humanity is involved.
Negotiate for ways that conflicts can be solved,
so each and every side benefits till’ calmed.
Carve up a map and say we have resolved,
until the sun flies again and falls towards the dawn.
Let me be a pawn,
in the politics we adore.
Entertain with colors,
until they reach your door.
Speak, fight and do so loudly,
represent your side, all too proudly,
so that writers immortalize the days of how, we,
wrote another chapter in this book of war.
I am, so you will never win.
Be, as we all lost.
Gather together
Ask for forgiveness... Amen!
~ Carve up a turkey
Souls standing in line
As the world pulls out its knife
To whittle them down
Carve up their lives
Does it have an idea
An insatiable need
As it keeps whittling
On them endlessly
You do have to wonder
What it truly sees
As it carves on you
And whittles on me
Like an old mountain man
By a cool mountain stream
With Father Time standing by
The world keeps on whittling
And it'll certainly not tolerate
Any back talk from you
Just sit still and be quite
Like a good piece of wood
As the world whistles
It whittles away
Impressed with itself
At the carvings it's made
But if it whittles to much
And doesn't care for the you that it's made
The world tosses you out
And lets the dogs play
The dark clouds rush across the sky
Powered by the wind on high
The tree limbs bend and sway with grace
As speeds the wind to an awful pace
The tiny creatures they take flight
To reach their burrows on this terrible night
The lightning forks carve up the sky
With flashes bright that hurt the eyes
The thunder applauds the lightning flash
With a rumble and a gigantic crash
That seems to shake the very ground
And can be heard for miles around
The umbrella is now of little use
Ripped with metal all obtuse
I down my head and forge ahead
Wishing I was home in bed
Or in my kitchen warm and cosy
Drinking a glass or two of Rose
Round the corner then on the right
My door will loom with its outside light
That will come on when I get near
To show nothing hiding for me to fear
Key in the lock I’m safe once more
Step inside and close the door
They say the Oleander tree is pure poison
if you see too many in a yard
a witch certainly lives there about
long blades of turquoise leaves
carve up the sky in to shards of bluepink and sparkle gold
My tree has pink blossoms but some are as white
as
White Lilly Flour
soft as it can be
powdered silk with milk
egg and salt
rising in the heat
I look out the window
beyond the sheer green curtains
past the sharded sky
past the poisin tree
I am certainly a witch
I hold you like a ball of pure white light
How can you show and not tell?
I love you and you love me!
Believer!
Where on earth should I now be?
Whenever.
I blocked cookies all my life
If you want one,ask my wife.
I eat spam, and google then
I begin all over again.
Whatever.
I ban websites for a living
But my lover's very forgiving;
Best man ever!
I eat splogs and gurgle blogs
Then I carve up wood for logs.
Whenever.
I've been married fourteen times,
They divorced me for my rhymes,
Whatever.
I eat cookies if I can,
If I can't I get them spammed,
Forever!
I live in your dreaming space,
I'll inspire the human race,
Moreover.
If you meet me you won't know
'Cos I look like old so and so.
Whoever.
But I am here and I'll find you
I educate the human zoo.
Professor!.
I love writing nonsense rhymes;
I know they get real dumb at times.
Caress her.
If you like to play these games
Please send me all of your names,
It's over.
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.