Huns Poems | Examples

Thank You for Your Time

I’m going to 
tell you something. 
Even though
I know
your pity 
will just spore, 
like Huns of the night,
into my world.

I will be
your broken bird

on the sidewalk.

If,  at the end of a long day, 
when you coo 
perfumed nonsense 
around my wound, 
it clouds me 
in something 
that almost resembles
a mother’s 
warm touch.

Thank you 
for taking the time.

From Criminal To War Hero

True story, my uncle was a famous safe cracker
Before becoming a soldier in World War I
Known to police in New York City for robbery
The army wanted his skills against the Huns

Employed him to defuse bombs the Germans threw
In the trenches around the front lines
And also to defuse all the mines around them
Till the end of the war was showing signs

Dying in the war he received a medal of honour
Posthumously for his heroic bravery
And his great contribution to the war effort
Made amends for his past so unsavoury

When I came along I was named after him
Quite a hero I always looked up to
Before the war, a criminal known to police 
After death got the recognition he was due

Unbalanced Lunches

     An unfortunate habit
       so many have formed

     Eating three meals a day
       since the year they were born… 

     A slice of bread dipped in salt
       morn and eve was enough 

     For laborers to subsist on
       when civilization was tough…

     Today we complain about ‘unbalanced lunches’
       ~ though Huns at the doorstep rarely pull punches

From A Burglar To A World War One Army Hero

True story, my uncle was a famous safe cracker
Before becoming a soldier in World War One
Known to police in New York City for robbery
The army wanted his skills against the Huns

Employed him to defuse bombs the Germans threw
In the trenches around the front lines
And also to defuse all the mines around them
Till the end of the war was showing signs

Killed in the war he received a medal of honour
Posthumously for his heroic bravery
In spite of his unsavoury and unruly past 
Made amends for his past so unsavoury

When I came along I was named after him
Quite a hero I always looked up to
Before the war, a burglar known to police 
After death got the recognition he was due

My official name is Charles Byard Ellison

At the Gates

Civilization is crumbling
The Huns are at the gates
I don't know what we're becoming,
But I sure hope that it waits

The children are talking backwards
The leaders are talking in tongues
The fork’s in the soup
And we cannot recoup
The innocent days of our young

Logic treads so lightly
While knowledge devastates —

The foe’s at the gates.

The Devil’s in the details
The fat is in the fire
Up to our necks in saccharine and dreck –
Is this any way to conspire?

Don’t call for no revolution
No secret brotherhood
I've seen dinosaurs that have stood here before –
Their ways are gone for good

Common sense treads lightly
While arrogance devastates —

The Man’s at the gates.

I don't know how we got here
By what token or cosmic train
Don't know the story started –
In a garden or after a bang

But if we go and whimper
In the cruel hedges of deceit,
Then we’re just as bad
As the lies we’ve had
In our laps but could never defeat

Perdition treads so lightly
While sanctity devastates —

The end’s at the gates.

From Criminal To War Hero

True story, my uncle was a famous safe cracker
Before becoming a soldier in World War I
Known to police in New York City for robbery
The army wanted his skills against the Huns

Employed to defuse bombs the Germans threw
In the trenches around the front lines
And also to defuse all the mines around them
Till the end of the war was showing signs

Died in the war, received a medal of honour
Posthumously for his heroic bravery
A sad end to his heroic efforts during the war 
Making amends for a past unsavoury

When I was born I was named after him
His exploits made him my hero!

My Heroine Mulan

She enters the fray with the spirit soul of a determined dragon
Mysticism working in her favor, her ancestors to the ready
The Huns are fiercely diabolical; and wickedly mean.
Mulan does not hesitate to jump in, ready for any battle

She is ready to save China, without any need to save herself
Soldiers follow her, knowing she will sacrifice herself gladly.
Her bravery encourages them to follow wherever she leads
She is the heart of China, a woman with a mission.

A willing servant, who serves the Emperor, and her people.
The Huns have heard of her, and they think she will go easy.
Little do they know the heart of a tiger lives within her,
And she fights like a warrior bear; with the respect of her troops.

Fields of Poppies

Nature's most beautiful creation
A field of poppies in a Belgium location
World War One
Fighting the Huns
But the Spanish Flu was the next altercation

Don'T Give Up Your Guns, Part Ii

...We just have to look over to Europe,
slowly being overrun by Islam,
ruled by governments that hate their own people,
with ideas more ruinous than any bomb.
And those who would dare stand up for themselves
Find thev’re no real means of fighting back,
they lost all their weapons, then lost their speech,
and find themselves heading down a dark track.
Increasingly wracked by terrorism,
and dominated by modern-day Huns,
grand, old cultures are now facing the axe,
since they foolishly gave up their guns.

It’s the number one move of great tyrants,
they always seek to leave people disarmed,
playing to emotions and claiming that
they’re just doing it to ‘prevent more harm.’
But no fool school-shooter could ever match
the sheer carnage of a Joseph Stalin,
they want to leave you defenseless and scared,
make it impossible for you to win.
They fear nothing more than facing the wrath
of true liberty’s daughters and sons,
to be free we must be ever vigilant,
and we can never give up our guns.

A Criminal To a War Hero

True story, my uncle was a famous safecracker
Before becoming a soldier in World War I
Known to police in New York City for robbery
The army wanted his skills against the Huns

Employed him to defuse bombs the Germans threw
Into the trenches around the front lines
And also to defuse all the mines around them
Till the end of the war was showing signs

Unfortunately was killed but received a medal of honor
Posthumously for his heroic bravery
Remembered all these many many years later
Made amends for his past so unsavory

When I came along I was named after him
Quite a hero I always looked up to
Before the war, a criminal known to police 
After death got the recognition he was due

Tommy Atkins

Look at Tommy go. 
See Tommy fall, 
row after row. 
Cut down by Maxim guns. 
Sacrificial victims for the Huns.

That Is Sexy

Your one hand holds the bowl of golden wine
Your chin and cheek redden in olden desire
In your eyes are shadows of the hillside pine
In your glances exposed dance of fire

Of my wine cup animatedly full to the brim
I am careful not to shed a drop on floor
In our restive eyes sparkles the impatient dream
The Huns and Vandals about to break open the door

In your chest you have stored the frozen ocean
I know I have had the key to the coveted lock
And the charge to set them free in splashing motion
For a while the time pauses in our passion clock

The maddening twirl you send out from the corner of your eye
Is too much for my folded fountain keep its poise
I can see the beautiful breaches in your cloudless sky
And then the awesome surge from both the oceans turquoise

Some miniature tremors of cracked blue time in brain
In consequence gushes of pink flood and the ruinous rain
All boundaries breaking down and nothing and none to help
A fleeting annihilation of the stupendously crushing self
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Hell and Heaven Secrets of a Foreign Feild

A lush green tranquil field
Hides it's secrets well
Once a muddy blood stained land 
Were many young life
Was sadly taken far from home
In a living foreboding hell
The rattling of the Huns machine gun
The deafening pounding of falling shells
Filled many young boy with dread and fear
Who shed their anguished tears
That burned from trembling heart.

During the Malay of confusion
Admit the dense chocking sulphurs smoke
The ground quakes and shakes 
As the relentless fury of hell is unleashed


UNFINISHED.

Momma Tell Your Son

Momma  tell your son
                                  It's not about guns
                                It's not about the buns
                                on his sweet little huns
                     
                                 Momma tell your son
                                 It's not about shame
                               It's not about the blame
                                or the old con game

                                 Momma tell your son
                                   It's not about hate
                               It's not about the things
                                  In his grand estate

                                 Momma tell your son
                                 that satan hasn't won
                                   and it's not too late
                                to hit his knees and pray

                                 Momma tell your son
                                   It's all about faith
                                        "God is"
                                   the highest power
                                and will return one day!!!

From a Criminal To a War Hero

True story, my uncle was a famous safe cracker

Before becoming a soldier in World War I

Known to police in New York City for robbery

The army wanted his skills against the Huns

Employed him to defuse bombs the Germans threw

In the trenches around the front lines

And also to defuse all the mines around them

Till the end of the war was showing signs

Dying in the war he received a medal of honour

Posthumously for his heroic bravery

Made amends for his past so unsavoury

When I came along I was named after him

Quite a hero I always looked up to

Before the war, a criminal known to police 

After death got the recognition he was due



© Jack Ellison 2015

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