Written By: D. Collins 5/19/25
There should be two impressions before leaving earth.
The mark of excellence, and those to whom you gave birth.
It's just something about it, that bloodline called kin.
That creepy Li'L feeling crawling under your skin.
No matter what they say the Fam is all that.
Keep guarding their six and watching their backs.
That's the only way to extend any bloodline.
If you're caught sleeping you're in the firing line.
It's amazing how much I thought I had healed.
I thought I found safety and happiness,
That I was moving past all the hurt from before.
But it just snuck it's way into this home.
Until every corner was wallpapered in hurt.
Until entering every room felt like walking onto the firing line.
"In the kitchen watch for him throwing dishes,
In the hallway he'll push you down or throw boots at you.
He'll kick the bathroom door down if you lock it but you can hide in the shower at his mom's house because he won't kick her door down.
Avoid the bedroom while he's awake at all costs".
I thought I had gotten better.
That he'd bring me safety.
I thought HE had gotten better.
But I plan my exits in every home we move into,
I try not to let him in-between the door and I,
So I can run when he decides he's angry.
I didn't do anything to deserve this sh*t.
I am kind.
I know I am.
I always try to be, at least.
But he tries to hurt me.
And I try to make peace.
I get it now.
Things aren't better.
And it wasn't because of me.
You know the difference of right and wrong
You know deep down, in that world you don’t belong
You really need to open your eyes
Coz where you’re heading ain’t no surprise
To the dizzy heights you have risen
Where the outcome is usually death or prison
Let me whisper to you sis and bro
Coz there’s something you should know
If in the firing line and someone’s taking aim
You should know, from where the bullets came
Look around you and start to realise
Some who call you friend are telling lies
Don’t let those influences corrupt
Their voices negative and so abrupt
You can see what you want to see
You can be what you want to be
You’re at a crossroads with a lot to lose
So it’s time to decide which life to choose
It's working in the laundry
It's working in the hall
But when I'm in the office
It doesn't work at all
It's terrific in the lounge
And good on the patio
But in my favourite chair
It just doesn't want to go
Sometimes it is sneaky
And it drops out quietly
So I annoyingly find
My data's used entirely
Sometimes it is patchy
But at others it is fine
My WiFi's temperamental
And I'm in the firing line!
The only problem I find with you
as other people apart from not only
just me
Which has been brought up and mentioned
once or twice before
Is that you seldom seem to able to know
where to draw the line
Because you seem to do it for kick's and
revel in the thrill of it
And when you sense the taste of blood
You go in for the kill and tear your
prey apart into tinny fragment pieces
And it always culminates when you are done
with you licking your lips for fun and
garnering as much pleasure from the
final outcome as you can get
And you never seem to regret or wish to seek
forgiveness for however much harm or
damage you cause
And It simply doesn't bother you in the slightest
the fact that all they did was get in your
way or firing line when you were having a bad
or off days
And asking you stop take into account
or consider other people's feelings
Would be just like waving a red cloth in
front of a bill and not expecting subsequent
wrath to follow
Oh, you boys of arrogant tongue far from your land
What demons swarm among your brother’s band?
Without a care you shunned the face of fame
Though disgraced at home was your honorable name
In combat, you locked eyes with formidable foe
From blood and death your bravery refused to go
No, easy conquest of that rebel land
It’s more than blood that drips from your hand
On what cause did this conflict invite?
Some said power, not freedom for which you fight
In the end 58000 troops were dead
Names on a wall was where their spirits fled
America looked on with her streaming eyes
While her heroes fell in sacrifice
She owned the power to aid her soldier’s storm
But held it back to embrace liberal reform
Those brave troops numerous as the sand
Done their duty on their country’s command
Gave their all on the firing line
The story is told for every name divine
I cast a shadow this can’t be mine
It covers so little of the ground
A heart that’s broken held together by twine
My emotions in the firing line
My life's become a battle ground
I cast a shadow this can’t be mine
A life that’s been redefined
Hope rediscovered, a future found
A heart that’s broken held together by twine
A life style change complete, my life defined
My life’s become one big merry go round
I cast a shadow this can’t be mine
But the change as given me a new lifeline
A change that’s is so profound
A heart that’s broken held together by twine
Its left me on cloud nine
A life that’s seen a turnaround
I cast a shadow this can’t be mine
A heart that’s broken held together by twine
fat chances
take your fat chances
trim you wick for flight
lantern blown by western winds
turn the guns
of
night
bullets on terrors clouds
smoke comes barreling down
poets are beat from the bush
trump card knows how to push
pope rapes the children
listen to their screams
torture for the Jews
hitler's hidden seam
sewn past eyes
of
recognition
that
only
the
blind
could
see
draw your firing line
watch me step across
i am not a lost soul
stuck within a coins toss
drink with me as i learn to die
my love is emortal stretching
beyond outstretched skies
watch as my cat dances
teaching fat chances
to
sing
forgotten lullabys
?
In the dreary battlefield why he has to die
A soldier away from his family and home
Orders to march and kill he has to comply
The time for him to think doesn’t come.
Fortified with strong nerve and courage
Across the firing line he would venture
The thought of death is out of his visage
He would strive to strike like a thunder.
He has a duty, a mission to accomplish
Save our lives and defend the nation
He doesn’t know if he would live or perish
His mind like a bee is busy in action.
In victory he celebrates his rewarded toil
Anguish penetrates the psyche in defeat
Marching over dead bodies his mind recoils
For whom war is fought he would often posit.
A martyr, he turns an instant national hero
When the worrier is brought home dead
If the war is won or lost he wouldn’t know
Time forgets the tears his kin would shed.
An unsung person is also a hero to me
Who sacrifices a lot even life for our cause
Howsoever trivial and small it might seem
For him in my heart I would grow a rose.
November 21, 2017.
Contest : Hero
i know nothing about limits but i've had as much as i can take
a wont resolve to stay afloat does not a sailor make
the mist off lake perception invokes an ever daily rain
that flows into misconceptions of my ever growing pain
a wanton need to stress the ice and a due desire to sink
sends me out into the firing line to find a quiet place to think
i so badly need a better way to find a better way
because it's changed the way i think and it's changed the things i say
i haven't always seen the trains that have caught me on the tracks
and i haven't always seen the difference between illusion and the facts
that's why i don't like much of what i see and i'm afraid of what i feel
the horsemen hunt me every night and they couldn't be more real
it's clear the shadows in the smoke aren't quite done with me just yet
and my dreams will remain as memories that they see i don't forget
i've found penance in perdition a way to pound my weary head
every run amongst the wolves could find me howling or find me dead
Old soldiers in the firing line,
Community clubbing time,
Let's honour them in rhymes,
Now in the vault of the unleashed,
Their courage released,
For the job, they were the right men,
The flower of past generations,
People to treasure, through the ages,
In theatres of combat, such stages,
Designer beers wanted here,
On Anzac Day, we give them silent cheers.
Old Lord Harry put up a good front.
He hid socks in his pants as a stunt.
But, his Lady swore
as argyle hit floor
that no organ was found to be blunt.
6/17/14
It seems some did not get this poem so a wee bit of 'splaining is above for all you Desi Arnez fans.
Definition for
FRONT - noun the side or part of an object that presents itself to view or that is normally seen or used first; the most forward part of something. [i.e. the front of his pants]
FRONT - noun in a military sense the front is the FIRING LINE
FRONT - a fake or false personality
This poetic devise is called a double entendre [a play on words]- a word or phrase open to two interpretations, one of which is usually risqué or indecent.
ORGAN - is also being used this way - The human ***** is an external male sexual organ - as well as a musical instrument made of pipe
ARGYLE - a pattern composed of diamonds of various colors on a plain background, used in knitted garments such as sweaters and socks.
or ARE GUILE - someone who is sly or cunning
even the word BLUNT has another meaning here since a BLUNT sword would be of little use
Sometimes it pours like hot
drips of melted wax from a candlestick;
your migraine.
I wanted armistice.
Untangle the lies,
I am not in your firing line.
The tulips in the barrel of your gun
cannot forgive the bullets.
There will be no ceremony after the funeral.
Give a slice of blue departure
of moon to light the beach,
there was a brutal murder on the lake
among the muffled waves of protest
in the home of insanes, who were
praying for the sun to return.
SATISH VERMA
My son is coming home today
he's been away so long
when he left here to go away
We knew that he was strong
He told us he was leaving soon
his girlfriend had to cry
the bus took him away at noon
and we just said goodbye
a military man so fine
so able and so tall
he's put into the firing line
not holding back at all
He sent a letter home one day
I don't remember when
his mother told me just last may
she got one more again
We got a letter monday last
from one who knew the score
My son was caught up in a blast
and he could serve no more
The plane came in, they set the chocks
they brought him in a bag
and now they've put him in a box
I get to keep the flag
A new year means a new start
A chance to mend a once broken heart
Being brave and taking part
Trying this year to not fall apart
Things seemed to be going well
On things from last year i did not dwell
I learnt to stop and not to yell
But then i remembered our last farewell
Untill this point things were fine
People were happy I'd drawn a line
Life again had started to shine
But just one thought and i'm in firing line
Out of nowhere this thought came
Suddenly my mind was full of shame
Upon myself i felt blame
And without guilt this thought grew aflame
The thought that came made me smile
Friends unaware were fine all the while
My mind itself starts to beguile
And doubts the memories that were hostile
Related Poems