Long Aggression Poems
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A battle ground
where
young
Boys battle
fist pumping
dizzy spells
on edge
Electric shoots up
our spines
We drink in the aggression
and we spit out
lyrics
as we push
further
Charged
hearts on fire
We are going round
and round
Listen to the blaring sound
never stopping
the bruises never softening
Dust storms
kicked up
By
our warfar
Like little tornadoes
Creating
our own destruction
Covering our lips
and
legs
We thrash forward
To mosh
To warp
A Brotherhood
a kinship
The selected few
and even less common
the women
who brave
it
This goes out to you!
Form:
Just sitting in my man cave contemplating,
thinking of the year about to close;
reflecting on our world and it’s frustrating
seeing our great nation decompose.
Our Congress is dead locked in fierce debating,
seems there’s little hope for compromise;
the President forever tweets; berating
those who disagree with his surmise.
Across the sea the Russians show aggression;
Putin now is rattling his sword.
The Middle East is still without concession;
showing little hope of peace accord.
This year has been a time for feeling sadness,
losing fam’ly members and some friends,
but in the midst of all this glaring madness,
still I’m holding hope for some amends.
I’m hoping we can put this din behind us,
moving forward to the coming year,
and making ’19 so much better, and thus
gaining us a future that’s more clear.
December 28, 2018
From the breast of Mother Hera
pours forth the sacred lily fair;
symbol of chastity, purity
and womb of mothers everywhere.
White is the Lily of the Virgin
from whose loins a child was born;
innocence gives strength to faithful
hope to hordes downtrodden, forlorn.
Tiger-Lily of Buddha’s compassion
aggression and sorrows it doth ease;
enlightenment it gifts the spirit
emerging, lifts us to peace.
Playful is the yellow lily
singing song of merriment;
in the garden of the goddess
lay freedom from the elements.
Upper Egypt knew the Lily
Ishtar’s gift of fertility;
in Greece borne from milk of Hera
beautiful Venus the lily be.
3-17-2021
ALL YOURS (Mar 19) Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
Growing old and forgetful, her mind betrayed,
Barbara, once gentle, now a tempest's rage,
Alzheimer's cruel grasp, a storm unchained,
Innocence lost, memories on a fading page.
Her eyes once filled with love, now distant, wild,
A caregiver's heart, with patience, reconciled,
But as she battles demons, lost in her despair,
I'll shield her from the storm, though it's hard to bear.
Through every violent tempest, I'll remain,
A lighthouse in the night, a steadfast chain,
For in her darkest moments, love's my creed,
Alzheimer's can't extinguish the love we need.
Though storms may rage and test our every turn,
In this battle, love's the lesson we must learn.
I AM THE HERON
There is a stoicism to me
silent, self reliant, pensive posturing
suddenness of intent and action.
My aggression is calculated,
measured in response to need,
activated by impending threat.
Stillness is the garb of my determination,
patience in the solitude of calm
spring loaded – a sharpened, piercing, beak.
I still retain my forebears ways,
their ancient chiseled features,
dedication to the rookery’s domain
amid the din of springs cool birthright.
I will cross swords defending nests
asway in natures treetop rocking chairs.
There is a stoicism to me
//Heron – aggressive, self determination,, self reliance//
submitted to – Picture Yourself As a Bird – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Andrea Dietrich
5/16/2015
Mental health is messed but i do my best
depression and anxiety we just don't fit in society
schizophrenia and bipolar they just control ya
you have voices in your head and sometimes your better off dead
sweat dripping from the palms of your hands listen to the voices and there commands
you turn to the bottle jump in the car and give it some throttle
you load up on cannabis to change the mindset knowing perfectly well you will live to regret
you think about suicide and what it would provide away from this misery but is this all necessary
jump of the nearest bridge and go floating in the water not really thinking of my dad and that am his daughter
all this pent up aggression its become an obsession
spending money like there's no tomorrow
think about all the pain and the sorrow
in and out of hospital and jail
looing forward to writing my and picking up the mail
popping down the pills the the doctor prescribes not really knowing if it works how he's describes
delusions sets in and not sure what is real
can you trust what they say or how it makes you feel
people talking in corners whispering as they chat are they saying about me for a matter of fact
i cut mt arms and legs quite frequently no hesitation and not reluctantly
i feel the blood pumping through my veins as i cut so deep yet feel no pain
Love and War
L ove will always be in the end victorious
O nly love can be triumphantly glorious
V anity leads to pride and evil aggression
E vil loses battles in dramatic succession
What is the answer to the eternal question
that mystifies many upon their deep reflection
Will love ever conquer evils progression
eliminating warmongers hateful obsession?
Surely humanity is in a deep depression
as war rages onward without regression
Hope fades quickly without faiths confession
only God can help us now with his protection.
Ignorance is inspiring the irate inglorious
Love will conquer war, that's what were hoping for
Love will conquer hate, never again to dominate
Love will always be in the end victorious.
John Derek Hamilton
February 02,2016
Earth has not anything to show more dread or drear
And reckless would he be of soul to venture by
A tragic scene gut-wrenching in its travesty
This city now doth fully its mourning weeds wear
From a shocking afternoon filled with siren blare
Open to violent threats,aimed to terrify
Kids,tourists,passers-by,police and medics cry
In defiance,not broken in the pain soaked air
Never did the sun more glaringly drench and steep,
With her lancing rays, face,window or reflection
Ne'er saw I,never ever felt trauma so deep
River flowing by,blind to this vile aggression
Good God!The very House was locked in nightmarish sleep,
All that mighty city then and there racked with tension.
Inspiration has abandoned me my life without muse
Creation just laughs at me what more can I lose
Thought keeps pestering me to try and think again
Concentration waves farewell to me smiling with a grin
Family seems lost to me though they are not to blame
Friends no longer think of me the reason being the same
Lovers simply ignore me as if I never existed
Strangers just look at me the outcast, the evil, sadistic
Pain seems to love me though for it never leaves my side
Suffering is riding shotgun in this pains miserable ride
Anger is boiling over tearing me apart seam by seam
Aggression is sizing up all of the hated as I scream
Positivity seems a little tied up to deal with my thoughts
Negativity runs the race within me and never will be caught
Physically my strength seems to be on extended vacation
Mentally my mind needs to eat for i am dying from starvation
bmdavey@02/16/23
The girl ‘ Miss No’ born stubborn ! Since childhood
always acted prompt on intransigence.
Decisive, contradicted , but not rude.
Obstinate and not to be influenced.
Apprehending her opposite reactions,
Parents, free to contradict their own advice
suggested just opposite instruction.
She followed their real wishes, acted nice.
So comfortable on confrontation ,
Each time showed aggression, as observed,
never went on easy interaction .
Getting maturity , she fell in love.
About her love, fiance had no doubt,
but he understood well her ideology.
If he expressed his love, he would be out,
so applied reverse psychology.
Not right to go for direct proposal.
Better to choose opposite direction.
Otherwise he would get straight refusal.
Girl went to meet him on invitation.
Being bold the guy told’ I am leaving town.
Further, our relation, not to carry . I’m sorry.'
Instantly she gave stern look, making frown
and said' I won't allow : This is the time ! We will marry. '