Combat Poems

What Menace

I saw ten ships departing north,
From out the grand Canal.
They each were armed with cannons four,
With mighty rationale.
Atop them flew my country's flag,
A phoenix white in pride,
It struck about the side of crag,
The first ship sank and died.

I saw nine ships all leave the docks,
to meet our mortal foes.
The men unlocked the musket-box,
To autocrats depose!
The

Combat Boots

A pair of combat boots in black,
Abandoned on the top
Of the ramp right by the river
Brought me to a sudden stop.

Beside them was a khaki shirt,
Its arms tied to the rail.
Together they suggested
That their owner tried to bail.

For a leap into the river,
When nobody is about,
Seems to be a way to end one’s life,
An urban

Women In Combat

"Alone we can do so little; together we can do so much." Quote by 
Helen Keller

A story told  long ago of women who God used 
to change the nation because of love
and welfare of their family and land.

They all gathered in the garden under amethyst waterfall
of wisteria vine, around an oval outdoor table 

Combat Peace Veteran

Our Broken Wings 
Held in Our Hearts of Gold  
And I am  Torn Too
To Shreds
Our feathers shed,
Clawed by The Cat of all Predators
My heartless heart 
And I Kneel weary  before Our Rising Sun
Bathed once more 
In the Glory
Of coming  home...

Race 2

Race 2
Same old  going down
Graves of men now silent
Nowt much happening here
Just dead bodies buried
After being riddled blasted
Russians killed by Ukrainians
Prisoners mostly of Wagner
Sentences cut lives now cut
Politicians bathe in blood
They had quite a run
Still race in Part 2
Race 1 was a loss
No victory only death
Plus injuries and ruin
Battlefield injuries extreme
It's fine there's time
So

Chinese and American Films Compared

China seems to say at all times
Great Movie sprouts from The Cheap Crime’s;
From kicked persons who could kick back; 
From nimble moves that didn’t slack;
A herald of breathless combats
And plain request men turn Tomcats, 
End victory to Innocence, 
Because that’s about what makes sense…

America longs to be god 
By always checking every odd, 
No space

When the Whistle Blows

When the whistle blows
You combat for your dreams
When the whistle blows again
You retire from your dreams
When the whistle blows for the last time 
You have to say aloha
And before the last whistle blows
You have to try your best
So that you won't regret 
For the first or the last time in life
Life is so short
It won't

A Candle In the Wind

Old age will be miserable
If one thinks of the dreams
That haven't been fulfilled
And time is lacking
If one thinks of the hatred buried in the heart
And there is a little chance to release
The oldy is too weak to combat again
He will burn himself out
Like a candle in the wind
Maybe doing good 
Is worthy
But doing bad 
Will

Combat Cricket

A game played by gents they say
But at over ninety miles an hour
A fast bowled cricket ball
Really has some striking power.
A longed for confrontation between
A superb bowler and a class batter.
A match on a wicket so benign
Every ball just  got flatter and flatter,
Until he  managed to dig one in
And get that little bit

The Combat In Ukraine

The combat in Ukraine

 I have a problem; we know that Ukraine is a corrupt country
we also know it has fought a low-level war against
the Russian-speaking people in the Donbas region, so Russia
 intervened, so far so good, but what is the next step?
If Russia holds on to the territory gained without having
an army station

Moral Combat

What kinds of measures are used,
    When we determine between right and wrong?
Since these questions constantly arise,
    Requiring answers to maintain and prolong.

Do we look beyond the ten from those tablets,
    As those commands were from a time, long past?
Since those don't deal with our modern

False Targets

Make it as bad as it really ing was
The Nazi’s most lethal fighter plane
With a  load of guns and bombs
Killing Allied and Soviet forces 
Like they were tin soldiers paper planes

Being Fair In Combat

I contend  be fair
                     Just as the sword that fought
                     the fair fight...
 

Alpha Pistols 2

Second mag time and more damage below
A gas bottle blows in an orange blast of debris
While this occurs beepers still beep and lights flash
It’s a huge yard and there are many targets still

Slowly but surely he eliminates them like a surgeon
His next gun is a BAR Browning Automatic Rifle
This he shoots on single shot bipod

Alpha Pistols

Alpha Pistols
It’s a nice warm summer’s evening in 2004
The cool man was on top of the Manchester tower block
He fires down with various guns at his lower targets
There is a builders yard two hundred metres away
The fork lift trucks zip about and disturb his sleep
When they reverse their beeper goes Beep Beep!
This riles the man

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