Fighters Poems

New And Old Dreams

Dreams, new and old dreams, we all dream
We all dream of chocolate and ice cream
We all dream of monsters, bandits and angels
We all dream of good, bad guys and devils
That’s where nightmare comes into play
We all dreams of better days in May
When the temperature is cool, welcoming and warm
Spring fever brings hope, something new and

The Quiet Fighters

Some individuals wage wars within themselves, battles they rarely vocalize. Not from a desire to conceal, but from a profound understanding of silent resilience. They appear composed, manage their daily lives, tackle responsibilities, and extend care to others—all while wrestling with a deep, internal exhaustion.

This weariness stems from an endless cycle of being the strong

Radiation Waiting Room

Radiation lobby,
filled with unspoken sense.
I see a community of fighters and partners.
The partners are
the curious who know.
They sit using books as blinders,
or sitting watching others.
They are family waiting.

The fighters are strugglers,
arriving with smiles or stone faces.
They are:
slow walkers
fast walkers
chair riders
cane holders,
or with chemo caps,
or cancer wigs.

Travelers
funneling through a journey of hope.
Given by greeters and nurses.
Cancers

Forever Fighters

“You don't lose if you get knocked down; you lose if you stay down.” Muhammad Ali 

I've been struggling to exist, 
since the day I was born.
A dehydrated butterfly 
in a garden without rain.
A white page, an inkless quill, 
a silent poet without words.

But when eyes feel fuzzy, 
head a little dizzy,
and the pills don't

Silvery Souls Soar

Their spirits sift through the ages
Soaring swiftly in song
Kings queens prophets poets
Martyr and messiah
Tattooing tongues teaching teal truths

For ages they are anxiously awaiting 
YOU 
The one who will pick up that torch
Glowing with orange golden fire
Blazing bequest that
Still burns bright despite
Time tearing at tissues

Souls setting sails persevere 
Even in death and
Rather because of death 
Launched

Brave Fighters

'The Boston Massacre' killed British soldiers, three
      and destroyed quite a bit of tea
         O, those heartless American revolutionaries!

   Hamas just killed 700 Israelis, mostly civilians
      on a Jewish Holy Day
   Captured over

Nobody Can Crush Your Dreams

Nobody can crush your dreams.
Your blessings will come in reams.
Strivers are winners, not losers.
Things happen for a good reason.
Do not fear a strange season.
Things will be fine; if the trousers
Fit, wear them. Make the best
Of every situation. The rest
Of us loves you and is praying
For you. This is sad and intriguing.
The world is big. Everybody

Economic Freedom Fighters

The vibrant force
Always stands for the righteousness
Though they might be threatened still go for it nonetheless
Freedom and economic impact is the priority

The radical, leftist, anticapitalist and anti-imperialist movement
The spirit of God's holiness has fallen down in Africa
Politically anchored by grassroots' formations and struggles

Let the praises be unto you
You definitely deserve them undoubtedly
Welcome them with your

Glory To the Ukrainian Freedom Fighters

Glory to the Ukranian Freedom Fighters
 
Democracy and freedom are under attack
Beaurocracy and greed man,
Don’t let this war criminal come back
Putin is lootin’ the streets of Ukraine
His crimes against humanity are bordering on insane
His unprovoked aggression shows the damage in his brain
A corrupt megalomaniac whose only cause is pain
 
Let it rain freedom for Ukranian people!
Let it

Easy To Enter Fighters Ring

I was much involved in this thing.
You mustn’t forget that at all.
So, you stop arguing with me:
For another time your challenge…

Easy to enter fighters’ ring,
Their curses picked in far-flung hall,
In all eardrums stings of a bee;
Ignored restraint seeks its revenge!

Hand pushes to begin a swing, 
Sometimes, a quest for quick home call;
Slashing anther throat is

The Arms of Prize Fighters

The arms prize fighters swing
While in watched boxing ring
Riches speedily bring
And Buccaneer make king...

The arms prize fighters swing
In banks swell the prized thing
Six figures the dollar,
In finance now taller!
Angels but without wings
And I'd swear not one sings...

The arms prize fighters swing
Other arms put in sling.
From it they expect a link
And hard they swing them not

Fire Ravage

Fire ravage, 
You come to know the power of the  fire 
When you see a steel melting in the fire,  
If a  steel which is so harder melting what about
 people  and animals? 

Fire ravage, 
When the volcano Nyiragongo erupted , 
many people ran away for their lives ,  
few people and animals  burnt and turned

Where Fighters Grow

 You may never know, for a true fighter will never show.
Their fear is always hidden, on purpose of course with careful intention.
Their anger is suppressed, under a tent of reluctant duress.
Their tears are held back, well until they are under attack.
Fighters are always armed, often they are farmed.
The cultivator's battles are long and drawn,

Fearless Fighters

~Fearless Fighters~

And there we have them
A team of believers 
Who believed in our freedom

Dreamers who had faith 
In there dreams
Brave warriors who knew the worth
Of United African Nations

Relentless freedom fighters
with great thirst for freedom
Fearless mothers and fathers
Who sacrificed much for their many children

Musicians
who sang against segregation
a multitude of Civilians
who were hungry for civilization

They faught in

The Fighters

         

                                    Blood has been poured
      

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