To the barbaric knobs who made the call
to cull our Brumbies, down you’ll fall.
Such a horrible death, with so much pain
what you’ve done is rotten - insane.
You murderous pricks, this won’t be forgot
shooting our Brumbies, I hope you rot.
So UnAustralian, sickening to the core
such filthy liars, corrupt and more.
You’ll pay for your crimes, the fights just begun
the helicopters will turn, so you’d better run.
People are awake and asking why
you murdered such beauty from ground and sky.
The blood that shed is on your hands
it’s you who’ve destroyed our precious lands.
Not the horses so spirited, wild and true
but gutless people who haven’t a clue.
These Horses are cherished by many world wide
they roam Kosciuszko with peace & pride.
Shame on the Government - soulless hypocrites
the world is watching, you total Dimwits!
Part of our history is being erased that’s clear
these majestic beauties now run in fear.
So united we stand, Justice we seek
we are the voices, for horses we speak.
Warm day when we sailed, sailed, far, far, far away
Went looking for a theatre and a role that we could play
Didn’t know of the price that we would have to pay
Or of the lives that would be lost forever on that day.
And I wonder where they’ve gone
With their faces in the mud and the running of the blood
Could it be that they’ve found peace?
With their young soul’s early release
From those whizzing bits of lead
Or is it all just in my head and there’s no joy when you’re dead.
Did right by man, but we both did wrong by God
Looked his way and the devil gave a nod
We were used as instruments of greed
Helping gutless men satisfy their evil needs.
We’d be better off with spears, gases cause much more than tears
And the chemicals for some, maimed a generation yet come
Won’t you listen to what I say, it’s not a matter of who should pay
I’d rather that all such things would cease and we could all just live in peace.
Did right by man, but we both did wrong by God
Looked his way and the devil gave a nod
We were used as instruments of greed
Helping gutless men satisfy their evil needs.
Australia I shake my head..Are there no better choices.??
Has all reason fled?? To elect a truly ghastly crew.' Elbow??And his ci-horts.' Oh what a bilious slew.' They projectile
Vomit.. Such gilobbdy-gook' glib enough only for entitled sooks'
Can't you see? Haven't you heard? In order to get a good life (you need to loose) these nerds.' Safe and effective
As i've heard it said..' btw hows the median death rate.??
Well it needs to be said.' What great talents have been taken from our sunkissed land.?? Ya know upon reflection
It could all be planned?? I think on government helping
Over the last five years..' I leave all to think.? I leave all to
Ponder how albo's held onto power? The big gutless wonder! I'm just waiting...Yet hoping our country wont go
Under.!
Blood-stained poppies mark the day that human
sacrifice did harden the skins of the less murderous mass
for such a brutal aghast affair, how the God all mighty
would formidable bear witness to grief beyond repair
Out into the fields, neither would yield-with bullets they
would tear but what would a stealthy, shrewd general care if many
died on duty which left a nation dumbfounded by the levity and
gravity of a war that was deemed
to be of grandness, valiant soldiers of fallacious valour
mercilessly gunned down and with
no gratification, them forsaken, while the gutless
general is less sanctimonious, pious in his approach for the
fighting did persist, until finally that last shot,
at last serenity in the calamitous storm, birdsong instead
of less fanciful peaceful flight, that night the serendipitous surviving
soldier did sleep so tight, a nation did succumb to pitiful sorrow
and pain-so the poppies do denote blood-stain and brutal,
grim, gutless gain
Gutless Wonders
Miracle Man
8/29/2024
Don’t tell me you care,
or speak of draining the swamp.
That would take some guts.
my throat could be cut
open guts, but not gutless
with crystal cutlass
the tongue might be bold and wise
rain pours from skies; no disguise
To all the MAGA minions, let me be clear and concise ...
Your loyalty is somewhat admirable, but its limits have
Been breached, by a man who's truth is vacant of any
Meaning, and void of substance or growth.
That being said, this legacy will share its history with
The criminal, as an enterprise where the law and justice
Would remind Americans of their greatness again,
By their oath.
The greatest hurdle that must be met is most difficult,
Where your eyes and mind awaken, and you realize
That you have been misled repeatedly by this movement,
And need to break the bonds of those false beliefs.
Now if you're successful in climbing off your high horse
And returning to reality... you might consider rebuilding
Some of the bridges you have burned, causing damages
That may never be healed, but we might save a few handkerchiefs.
Lastly, you may realize that the anger your group displayed,
Is but a fraction of the rage that people against you feel.
Due to a platform that aimed to discredit democrats and
Democracy, my independent, non-partisan position had dreams
Of twisting off heads and dumping loads down your neck,
And that's real !
past passions passed parting
present pains pleasured prolonging
love's longings lowered lingering
world's weight winded waiting
sadness's solo silenced singing
freedom forgotten feared freezing
brittle bones bruised breaking
taciturn tears tattered tumbling
mind's memory mangled melting
reason's remnants ruined remaining
kneels nobody nighted knowing
gutless ghosting gathered grimacing
careless cacophony caged constructing
mammon millions murdered meandering
demons divinity damaged dividing
hearts heads hooked hungering
chastised children chunked chasing
betrayed bought banned burying
jingo jeering jaded judging
kindness kisses kindled killing
quiescent quakes quieted quivering
vapid verses vanquished vaping
words' world wearied wounding
zealot xenophobe zeroed zooming
past passions passed parting
present pains pleasured prolonging
love's longings lowered lingering
world's weight winded waiting
sadness's solo silenced singing
freedom forgotten feared freezing
brittle bones bruised breaking
taciturn tears tattered tumbling
mind's memory mangled melting
reason's remnants ruined remaining
kneels nobody nighted knowing
gutless ghosting gathered grimacing
careless cacophony caged constructing
mammon millions murdered meandering
demons divinity damaged dividing
hearts heads hooked hungering
chastised children chunked chasing
betrayed bought banned burying
jingo jeering jaded judging
kindness kisses kindled killing
quiescent quakes quieted quivering
vapid verses vanquished vaping
words' world wearied wounding
zealot xenophobe zeroed zooming
I’ve written about “Dick The Bully”
“Dick The Ignorant” also
This poem is about “Dick The Coward”
Who is one of the lowest of low
“Dick The Coward” you are gutless
You follow and persecute in a pack
You ride on the coat tails of other bullies
Then cowardly and viciously attack
Afraid to voice your vile comments
Unless the other Dicks are there
You are spineless and despicable
Finding delight in others pain and despair
Forthright without a face, from behind a screen
Being supported by the other Dicks
Belittling and damaging good people
Deriving pleasure from the cruelty you inflict
Dick ,are you so inadequate
That it fulfils you spewing heartless remarks
“Can you please stop doing handstands Dick”
“And talking out of your ar**e!!”
The world, a place dreamt perfect, orderly and friendly
Graced and paced, hospitable to both brave and cowardly
The timid forced turgid, the brave at times feeble and shake
At the forces from the four poles, leaving their lives at stake
The tell tale of the noble as the only capable to cope forces all
To quickly mutate into beings that can conquer and hell in stroll
You and I, apostles stemmed on great doctrine that constitutes
Making the world better and better, indorsing the ancient platitudes
We`re awed and perplexed by perspective of the world depending
On the side that we fall, the pessimist or unrelenting
With every rise of the sun, a chance to choreography
And perfect authentic living, whether it ends in tidings or catastrophe
As the light dims every day, conscience deems us gutless or valiant
Therefore with every breathe, comes an effort for a man to prove gallant
The Nation of Australia, A land my heart holds dear
You have had your spirit tested, as foul people
Weilded
Fear, yet they know you not as I do.' For your strength
Is deep and strong.' Your minds are mostly fair; your
Intention straight through; clear and long' as you rise your eyes
Are glinting, you sense your time is near I can feel
It's building higher, your desire for the fight, is here
To re-take
Rights now subverted, You'll take the chance to
Make it right.' So Demand the governor general. ' Remind
Him of his charge, to protect the rights, of people for
Who he's there to care.' Or is he bought and paid
Off? His impartiality a lie.? Perhaps just a gutless
Coward deaf to my nations outcry.? WELL I ADVISE THAT
HE SHOULD LISTEN, FOR THERE'S ONE ALMIGHTY
DIN, THEY ARE GATHERING IN CANBERRA BECAUSE OF THE
'CALLOUSNESS WITHIN.' So be either with the people or
Stand with the condemned' it's time to put up now; or shut up.'
And accept your part in this sin. With two years of inhuman trend.'
What are your intentions David Hurley? Have you a heart?
To even try and make amends.?
We carry in us
the genes of our parents;
we carry in us
the Soul of Our Nation;
the sins – and, more
important – the climbing out
of valleys, to higher peaks of
Spiritual Truths and Values:
Whether one's ancestor born slave or free-man,
whether born in poverty or the-lap-of-luxury – just
born in the United States of America,
has been a blessing envied by vast numbers
of suppressed societies throughout the world, while
cursed by their Gutless Leaders. Don't let
Marxist Lies and Filth be the
Law of our Precious Land, purchased with the
proud blood of past Patriot's, and now
protected by presently serving honorable,
selfless men and women of the USA Joint Armed Forces –
Let God Rein, and not Evil, Twisted Ideologues.
Easy morals and provocative ways
have made of you the gutless user
and the unapologizing abuser
who likes to take, not give but laugh;
who does admire you for your selfish
ego and extrovert character?
The cruelty that was done
to your first lover can't
convince you to thrive off bad intentions
using others for your pleasure;
you are too powerful, you subdue them
with willpower...can you own them
and continue to humiliate them with words
when they are too week for revenge?
Step down from your throne
and apologize to them, show your guilt.
Easy morals and provocative ways
are the tools of a deceiver
who wants sensual nights with stars,
not caring for the feelings
of the one causing heartbreak and pain;
give up on your vanity
and realize you're unfair...
by taking hearts and fill them with fear,
by mocking them for their fragility...
you can't lose but win!
Timid, gutless, young man feebly muttered
Then mustered spartan courage and puttered,
And fluttered he like a dove
And stuttered to say his love,
But "Shoo - Shoo!" pretty, beloved uttered.
Posted on Oct. 5, 2020
Alliteration 004 (I prefer old poems) Poetry Contest
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Limerick – Syllabic count: 10/10/7/7/10 syllables
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