Frontlines Poems

67 Shelby

here we careen through the scheme
riding the vortex of the american dream
seen behind the blind scenes in hiding
keep fighting the design on the frontlines.

the career of a degenerative peer
is not measured by how they appear
or adhere the commandeer of said steer,
as long as they down beer and disappear.

clear as this fixates the mistake of the states
we would augmentate and drown hound fears
sheer will could astound the nouns quo
leaving them in tow with woe as one said so.

illuminate the sewn, find a darker home alone,
brash and beating the bone into the stone,
not grown eating scones of the blindly shown
that well-known handmade status throne.

grenade low tossed at the cost of some human loss
for fuel that is obsolete and crude at high-spreading moss
green fabric the waxen-elitism roster head boss
with a thumb gangrene, the color of his blood pulse.

down a flask of mezcal with a spliff of mary jane,
we aim to numb the pain from their dumb games -
switching lanes through the lazy river zaftig maze,
eyes glaze over, middle fingers raise at their gaze

March Of The Light Horseman

 Charging through the Mystical Chords Of Time
 The March Of The Light Horseman On The Frontlines.
 War Paint on my Soul, I AM a Warrior 
 Armorial, I Gleam like a Super Light Soldier
 Coursing Veils I AM Luminous
 In Feathers Of Illuminance,
 Marching Up The Halls Of The Golden Pantheon
 Sun Born, I Shine Forth A New Dawn
 Light Bright, Against The Grain Up High
 HOPE Is The Name, I Breach Legendary Heights
 Where The Fruits Of The Soul Are Prolific
 There, The Master Of The Sword, the Flights Exquisite
 Triumphing Through, Like A Solar Adonis, I Am Victorious
 Bondage Conquering, One With The Cold Tip Of My Sword, I AM GLORIOUS!

Battle of Life

The Battle of life

We are all up this morning
Readying for the fight
fighting on different frontlines of life.
We are at war with a thing we can’t see,
Life.
Each one is fighting a different battle.
I might not know your battle and how intense it is.
But I will say, be strong, don’t give up,
When life throws at you its missiles.
Stitch your pain with hopeful smiles.
 Change tactics, keep on fighting.
Stop at nothing.
Persevere,
Even if the situation is severe.
You shall win,
And remember to keep your heart clean. 

Ojoo

Other Side

3/27/22


What's going on in the skies?
Sometimes
It all was just lies

People still trying to cut in the bus line
Attempting to sever all blood ties
Occurring behind the scenes or on the frontlines

So much love inside
Struggling, but trying to put the alcohol and drugs aside
If need be set the guns aside

Something died
Reached the other side
For a long time I suffered by
Not giving it all another try

Eventually discovered I
Could do it all otherwise
Now is the time, no need to wait until summertime

Still I must climb
Before and after the sun rise
It all continues on ceasing to subside

Unlike any other guy
If I want, I'll make the dust fly
Although it is not all cut and dry
Can't just always settle for being 'just fine'
In order to truly feel sublime
Knowledge and effort had to be applied
Instead of paying it all no mind
Letting it get brushed aside

Rotten Games and Gotten Strange

12/27/21


Did poorly or was doing just fine
The outcome was negative or had a plus sign
Always not just sometimes
Being one of a kind
Under the moonlight and sunshine
When it took a turn for the worse or was sublime

No longer getting brushed aside
Seeking what it is that I must find
On the frontlines

Can't force it
Or forfeit
Held true or was horse

Bought it or couldn't afford it
Crystal clear or distorted
Unavoidable or able to be thwarted

Saw it coming from the crows nest
Meanwhile, most think they know best
As they struggle to clean up their own mess
Very quick to protest
In their ways they are so set

For the greater good or due to greed it was commercialized
All of this, I could not internalize
Something still stirs inside
It's tragic that humans and animals got burned alive

Better be something you're sure about
Or it'll have an unsuccessful turnout
Close and far from any birdhouse

So many rotten games
It has gotten strange
All about the profit gains
Not any pocket change

Wait For the Last Wave

we must all stand together
a hockey stick apart
and sail this stormy weather
with world citizen hearts
loves lives and a world to save
while we all
on this ball
wait for the last wave
heroes man the frontlines
like wars of long ago
professionals and citizens find
an invisible foe
we must all stand together
two meters apart
and pray the sick get better
with our big Canadian hearts
we must all stand together
love our neighbors
love our selves
flatten the curve
to normal again
health care breathing
children swinging
bells ringing

Covid19 Pandemic

You swept the world out of its feet
Made it tumblin, chillin, crumblin
All of its parts seem to echo with crying 
For you to stop, they all kept pleading

But with your sudden grand entrance 
For an invisible enemy that you are
Noone's sure when this is gonna stop
Only to God Almighty's plan we trust. 

You have been the toughest foe
With the countless lives you stole
The calamity-striken globe
Is down on its knees for hope. 

Hope, kindled by the ones on the frontlines
Forgetting themselves for the sake of others
The unspoken heroism of our fellows
Flooding the world with care amidst the chaos. 

So to you, COVID19 pandemic
You are yet the greatest test 
But the world will never surrender
We are strong enough to win this battle.

Songs By the Hearth

I left home in dreams of battlefield glory,
When Pea flower dot the golden brown cole
In the delicate bloom of late spring.
I cycled to the frontlines,
Wheels whispering of broken prophecies.
The great willow seemed to know me in roundabout,
So sent forth a shower of riverside catkin.

I return home as snowflakes whirl in a winter night,
Ice blurring my line of sight.
The children, unknowing
Run past and bow respectfully
As to any travelling elder, a companion in wooden stick.
They think me a stranger and speak of good wine,
Gone was the willow and cole flower,
In dreams now I only see fields of lusty green.

Who can understand my sorrow now?
I wash with frozen river water,
For there’s none the wiser,
None quite so forgiving.

Benin

A mass of grey and rusted silver strewn
By the sky god from sifted appurtenances.
Preserve of ancients jousting with modernity,
Behind edifice a disperse of brimming slums
With piles, heaps of filth, debris, decay and stench;
Congestion and the jostle for ends and gains.

Benin endowed with neo wiles obviating tradition
And irked for now-now pleasure and wealth
Imitating and striving for wannabes
Inculcating habit and aspiring for a world without the sun
Yet far from assimilating it by the words of the old:
Carrot does not sprout in the root of a yam stalk.

Old city, once enliven by aestheticism
And renowned by the arts and crafts of bronze now
At the backdrop with every frontlines bedecked 
By remnants of exotic necessaries. Men, vehicles rush,
Scramble and stream Ringroad and Ramat
From dawn to dusk to the abyss of nowhere
And returning home at last to the euphoric solace
Of the mellow hit of Waifo highlife
And the scores of green, brown bottles that thrive.

Benin, where once the Portuguese trespassed,
The Dutch men trampled and the British overturned
Leaving behind their long evening shadows
A new self-image chained in the heart.

We, Nasty Women

must refuse relegation, obey
only the roar of our own angels, then reshape 

breastplates to shield the motherland
from any warlord who dares 

to pimp our flag.
Battlefields have always been a woman’s place,

We were born to bleed, to fight-
off advances, to heal from the inside-out.

We, nasty, nasty women
who dare castrate filibusters, know grit, 

audacity, the combat for higher grounds.
History is lit by an army of fiery 

heroines, burnt at stakes by low-life 
aristocrats, suckling-pig-kings.

We, Nasty women rise from ashes
to become better-armed daughters,  

knightmares, hallowed witches on frontlines, 
glorious, undefeated legends. 
 


After Jeanne d'Arc et Saint-Michel by Eugene Thirion, painting seen above

Firie Gladiator's

Band of the courageous crew,
taming the raging beast within.

Firie gladiators, bestow,
Volunteering battalions,
to the frontlines of waring monsters.
The fire tamer’s rides,
upon their white chariots.

Dressed in golden amour,
to ward off dangerous claws.
Crowned with helmets of valour,
upon their heads.

Selfless acts of bravery,
putting their own lives,
on the line, for others.
Protecting what is not theirs,
before thinking of themselves.

Wielding their liquid swords,
the monster's forced to yield.
Strong brigades take a stand,
holding the monster at bay.

Their worth is more,
than they are paid!

Just a Soldier

A civilian on the battlefield, 
A soldier among his people,
He is even a child of two parents.

He is still but a soldier,
nothing more, nothing less.

A warrior in life,
A citizen on the frontlines.

We are all soldiers for our countries,
nothing more, nothing less.

Humans are all fighting for the sake of returning home,
To be a soldier, not for war, but for peace.

For each person is but a soldier,
Nothing more, nothing less.

Vanishing Stars

Smothered skies of soot sink into raging flames 
Torches lift to boundless heavens, blanketing faces with
Autumn air too weary and weighted to breathe
Infuriated fire storm consumes ferociously  
Rampant fury creates a stairway to the vanishing stars  
While the wild inferno blots out the moonlight 
Ashes float for miles through a thick fog of smoke
Yesterday the sun sparkled in an endless sapphire sky
Today an amber blaze threatens to engulf the darkness
Over crackling timber, choking constellations scatter  
Terror overtakes the once serene woodland dale   
Homes are abandoned, cherished keepsakes fuel the fury  
Ethereal howls from hell's hounds spark nightmares 
Sirens wailing from the frontlines ascend with prayers 
Trembling hands and hearts lift to Heaven 
Astral visions of celestial illumination in the mind's eye 
Raise hopes for tomorrow's sacred star-filled sky to return
Sanctification of smoldering ground will bring rebirth 


By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, February 15, 2012
for Stairway to the Stars Contest (Linda-Marie, the Sweetheart of PS)
Seventh place

I Feel Good

Your words a lullaby in harsh times,

To be held in your arms will be eternal to me,

I’m held in contempt to attempt wordless love,

If I had one wish it would be to fly the sky wander less with you,

For love there would be nothing more,

If you died and went to heaven,

Id crawl through every puddle,

The only warmness I would need would be your name etched into my soul,

Id always be by your side,

On the frontlines fighting for your memory,

Fighting for our love, our passion, our glory,

I would take the punishment of Limbo, to hold your hand one more time.

Welcome To the Frontlines

Soldiers!
Move!
Running to the other side
Bullet fly towards us all
I see my brothers fall dead
How the wind drips the blood  dust on my face
But i gotta make it
A gun on hand
A missile ahead
All i gotta do is plant the bomb
Kill all who steps ahead
Take no prisoners 
This is no game
Is life over the front line
Is what we were told to do
Is what we choose to do
Now go out there and show them real fury
The hatred in your heart use it as a riffle
The rage build up as a bomb
And the strength of all lands as a victory
Destroy the bunkers
Destroy the sand
This waters will only flow the blood of history
Lead the weapons out the other side
No love here
This is not a dream
Is all reality
Become the god you wanted
Judge with your guns the life you never created
Believe it all
Im glad you listen well
Now that you destroyed the land
I take the victory
The money you won goes for me
The land you destroyed you pay for
No pick up for you
Now perish alongside your sins!

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