Are you only friendship to me,
Not an enemy, a chosen being?
You have an everlasting pretty;
A smoothie plus twenty,
Who I deem, lovely –
Without them i don't think we would function well as people
Adrenaline triggers emotional responses of something leathal
You start to feel that you've mastered the psychology of folks
Not giving an impulse to tricks and peoples jokes
This is what people live for and it makes them feel alive
It gives them power and self esteem that helps them to thrive
Have you notice this is needed when a doctor checks your knees
The positive ones you receive just by saying the word please
They give your enemy a clue as to which buttons to press
If you withhold them from people it leaves them to guess
Some people do things on purpose just to get this from you
I learned a personal lesson myself just from dealing with a few
Think about it next time before you give a reaction
All the power you give to others from your words and your actions
The party of the hee-haw would now impeach Mr. Trump
for denying the world’s arch-enemy, a madman, access to the bomb
It takes a blind donkey to kick the hand that redeems it
and now the rest of the two-legged world sees it
“A wise woman wishes to be no one’s enemy; a wise woman refuses to be anyone’s victim.” - Maya Angelou
The infamous feminist and activist Maya Angelou
She was a powerful force to recon with and to know
Her feminist and civil right beliefs were strongly expressed
As she bravely spoke her mind to try put injustices to rest
Tavish Macbain had a funeral pyre that amazed most of Shetland Isle
You could see the burial ship burning for a solid Viking mile.
His days of valor were behind him, he had shown the enemy a good fight.
We watched with awe as his ghost ship flashed into the August night.
His relatives had been Picts, tattooed with interesting items indeed.
they spoke the ancient Celtic language and knew how to ride a steed.
Tavish Macbain will be welcomed with open arms in Valhalla for sure.
His fighting prowess was amazing, and his ideals were spiritually pure.
Amidst the Snowflakes
Like thousands of soldiers in parachutes
they come out of the winter sky
One by one hitting the pavement
to claim victory for the season now unfolding
At first they are vanquished almost instantly
a price paid for those leading the charge
However as they begin to accumulate and cluster
a formidable foe is being created
Inch by inch, foot by foot, a fortress is being built
one that can be transformed into an igloo for shelter if needed
Soon the landscape will be covered by a heavy white blanket
left unattended it will run amok overwhelming all
As plummeting temperatures assault those not ready
once open lakes and river pathways no longer escape routes
A battering ram of inclement weather hampering travel
imprisoning those caught unaware of its fury
Snow drifts form obstructing passageways
entrapping those not prepared with an escape route
Waiting out the enemy a defensive strategy now in use
As it surrounds you on all sides building an oppressing presence
High winds and frostbite commingling in the air
that will dominate at the end of the day
Beauty or beast
The conflict yet to be decided.
Andreas Simic ©
walled isolation
when a relationship hits hurdles
gripped by the unfamiliar
a stillness that caves in on us
our small spoonfuls of conversation lack direction
closed pod, defensive
my near muted pleas to break free of holding back
for nothing good brews in brooding
sucker punch of speculation
health shifting
the enemy, a diagnosis
to map variables, unknowable
our dreams having no scale
de-stabilized by no surety of self
we hide behind silence like a well placed curtain
balancing on slippery rock sickness
life altering
words perishable
numbing
a fall-to-pieces stillness
like a windowless white room that traps the urge
to breath
Poem composed: October 31, 2021
The walls of this beautiful world are breaking by the day
Raining shards of glass down like the suns rays
Society is at a standstill, time ticking away
An invisible enemy is fiercely at play.
A virus so small but big in every way
Is eating society like a lion does to prey.
The remains left over is what society will have to reap
With those less fortunate will struggle to earn their keep.
The world will heal with bandages and wounds to show
But will not be the same world we used to know
The fog of uncertainty reaches far and wide
But we must have optimism and positivity on our side
Love and empathy must win over doom and gloom
As we see in spring with new flowers in bloom
The world is coming out of a long frightful dream
To a new sunrise, a light of beam
A virus so small can make us big in every way
How big will depend on our thoughts of the day
Love, respect and empathy must win and stand tall
Over an invisible enemy, a virus, so small
Falluja
Who can forget this place?
When the American moved in, they shot
anything that moved,
families at the dinner table and women
hanging up washing.
A badly wounded enemy, “a soldier”, was hurt,
the only one alive in the room,
he cried out in pain and was promptly shot dead.
An embedded reporter saw this and wrote about it
he lost his job and was called a traitor.
Then ISIS came and nearly got till Baghdad,
the brutal dictator who ran the country and made
It into a modern state, women, didn´t have to wear a burka
and could go to university
That ended to when the Islamite took power, today
Iraq is a totally corrupt state; it has free election and democracy.
Defenseless and drained of power
The reason is simple, you are a victim
an emotionless being without a heart
Hell is the snake in the room no one talks about
brainwashed lackey - screaming silence
- suppresses me with waves of steam
Missing a guardian angel
They find the hammer very quickly
aggressive enemy, a threat
The street has its own laws
the world is still full of shades and gray zones
Without shell protection, a defenseless turtle
15-02-2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Snake compliments the sliding dirt
Slithers the circumference of the Earth
Property of Satan for what it's worth
Young Socialists anesthetized from birth
Don't believe in the evil one
Kept numb for their own protection
Dumb-ed down by universities
Thinking is the enemy, a sin to Satan
Don't worry about tomorrow
A certain organ will do everything for you
Money is no object but women are
Members are meant to be impaled
Eventually Lucifer must be satisfied
Where men have failed
With his Divine love God made us
True and eternal Divine love is
Heavenly love unites all the people
It brings all us together
It helps us love the environment
That is the power of Heavenly love
Empowering command has Divine love
Through gathering the people
To carefully listen to one another
Regardless who, what and where they are
To willingly decide as a team
And happily discuss joys and woes
Healing power Divine love bears
That never hurts the soul
For it forgives our trespassers
Sees an enemy a potential comrade
Makes us hate the offence
But still love the predator
True and everlasting is Divine love
For evil related wrongs
It bans but values all of us similarly
It triggers us to protect the ecosystem
For God created all of us
With Divine love
Poem by Mugisho N. Theophile
In the world of fallen angels
The other kind of daredevils
Seeking the world’s attention
Competing for world domination
This is the moment to believe
In something more, to be brave
When life is a misty blair
Uncertainty stifles the air
Under such immense pressure,
To defend what we treasure
Try hard not to sweat
Swallow hard to wet the dry throat,
This is a ticking time bomb
Sensitivities brushed with a fine comb
My thinking starts to clear
Amidts memories that brings a tear
Sitting on a potential disaster
A sociopathic monster
I must get away from here
I look for the nearest door
I walk with fear in my heart
A 'can’t help myself feeling’ I’m bait
I know it’ll only drive us apart
I see my anthropology in his hate
I yell out, “Foreigner”
But he’s no stranger
Although he acts alien
I choose to call us brethren
I believe in the science
More than the obvious sings
Of peace coming forth
To desolve this mammoth
Back to the undesirable past
And move forward together fast
That I must do my part
To help set right the fight
I’ll take the first step
To bring this to a stop
And reach out my hand
To make an enemy a friend
A Lady Hamlet
I’ve been tied in with such a clever lady, It’s my fate
Has in-built, reverse-forward button ready, It’s my fate
When she is in good humor the forward button is on,
Make an adverse statement, reverse is ready, It’s my fate
A lady Hamlet who faces a dilemma never,
To be or not to be not question really, It’s my fate
But she is always forward in things conjugal ever.
Tend to get what I desire ultimately, It’s my fate
In case if Ram is cross with somebody & criticize,
She’ll make enemy’s enemy a buddy, It’s my fate.
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DATE 25-10-13
Dr. Ram Mehta
7th place win
Contest: Take the leap by Debbie Guzzi
"I'll kill everyone in your family, all your friends, everyone you've ever cared about,"
My formidable enemy now facing me boasts and shouts.
"Walk now away from me and I'll let you and yours be,"
my enemy continued on saying to me,
"but challenge me and I'll slaughter you most savagely and slowly
after I've butchered every loved one, every friend, every member of your family.
The choice is yours. I suggest that you choose wisely."
I then spit upon the face of my formidable enemy.
"You don't intimidate me or any of my loved ones or family,"
I proceed to scream back at my enemy and shout,
"One of us will now die and I could care less if it's I
because there isn't anybody left in my life who I care about."
"Then so it shall be," responds my enemy coldly
as we both lock gaze upon each other most threateningly.
My enemy then charges me fiercely.
I can not move. I can not flee.
I can not back down. It's now either my enemy or me,
...and then that's when I wake up usually.
Damn, one could read volumes in my above reoccuring dream.
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