Long Commando Poems
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The Rundown
I’m feeling all boxed up
caving from within...
Constructive delusion of truth
I can’t believe what I’m in...
Dreams of my youth
with a prison stint
my passions deep within
letting very few in...
I’ve been down on luck
I’m living life to win...
No more corners to turn
I’m gonna straight line this...
Mr. DA here’s a tip
a little something for ya...
You better hide from us
cause we gonna f......destroy ya...
You have no case
so what to do now...
Keep pursuing me
as I’m heading outta town...
Feds around the corner
watching every move
late night terrors
ain’t no way I’m gonna lose...
First you gotta find me
good luck with that...
Where to start first
here’s a tit for tat...
Look in the corners
every square inch...
With all that going on
what’s next is a cinch...
I’m that shadow standing
outside your bedroom window...
I’m no modern commando
but here’s a short little intro...
Your .......... so upset
crying all damm day...
that’s what happens when a ........
has his way...
Where my people now
f......haters everywhere
smoking on some gelato
as I die my f......hair...
Different person different state
setting up shop
just you wait...
Bigger than before
larger than the next
this street life s...
is simple yet complex...
After I get my millions
safe and sound away...
I’m coming for them b......
that tried to have me locked away...
You won’t see me coming
creeping down the block...
Peeping out the window
as the neighbors hear the shots...
All scores settled
finally time to chill...
Living a life of luxury
while heading to Brazil...
Just remember one thing
it’s all I gotta say...
When you hear that late night phone ring
It’s me that just escaped..
The man, the woman, the ship, and the sea.
Don’t you wish we were having camoille tea?
The bachelor, the maid, the valentines day girl,
Don’t you wish we could swish in countrified swirl?
The paint, the brush, the palette and the knife,
Don’t you wish that you were colorful like fife?
The Forests, mountains,oceans, meadows,and prairies,
Don’t you wish we had some milk in our dairies?
The toddler, the three, the five and or six,
Don’ t you wish that we could shuffle board mix?
The Bear, the Belly, and the BumbleBee.
Don’t you wish, you were commando, like me?
The paper, the pencil, the syllables, and such.
Don’t you wish you always had the magic touch?
When acting angry, behavior challenged, enraged, threatening, buly-fied, and mad.
Don’t you wish our parents and teachers would just realize we’re acting out our sad?
"Destination: New Covenant"
When we arrived
at our destination,
the place they called
"New Covenant",
we were assigned
fresh armour.
we thought the war
left long and far behind us;
of course,
our ranks had changed,
but our allegiance
for saving contracts
in the between worlds place
was much to our disbelief,
swiftly locked in again.
we were, one must admit
with good humour -
hell-bent, resigned.
Our redeployment
steadfast, some considered
insane, we had no time
to complain.
we, were told to 'man-up'
this was our mission -
so we, the perceived
fallen, unsubtle yet,
viably courageous,
remained
stoically aligned.
"Karma is a b**ch",
the untainted remaining
flaunting their immunity
from return, watching
in their safe sectors
playing their harps,
all chimed.
We saluted,
smiled back at them,
and sardonically
flipped the birds -
we weren't 'tweeting'.
switched on, we were,
in our protection.
Light suits
full commando wings
on display,
we boarded the
supersonic getaway
and at the helm,
The Firm's leader,
the No. 1 Honcho,
the Big Cheese,
the Chief-in-Command
delivers us from...
well, you know the story -
His rank
is very well deserved
earned by blood,
sweat and tears.
Worthy of respect -
over us, he has many years,
seniority, experience.
His instructions
are ultra clear,
some might say,
religious. He's our,
lead stag, we follow, he steers.
He declares, commanding,
loud and sincere,
"Buckle up Legion.
The last battle.
Victory to all.
God speed.
Burning entry
by clouds.
Bury your fear."
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
The moment I walked in on this scorching room,
I saw innocent faces of sorrowful bloom.
You stared at me when I shook everything off,
Holla don’t worry because I can’t be so off.
We spent 5 months of knowing each other,
I’m happy enough with the words that you utter.
You may sometimes don’t get what I want you to do.
Pretty good things are all I want just for you.
I often don’t understand how you always feel,
Seeing your good deeds is contentment and real.
I love that childish mind in your wealthy young age.
A movement of prissiness is such funny beige.
When you wrote sorry in a white crumpled board,
This heart was lacerated by your one holy sword.
You may have not noticed these sacrifices that I’ve done,
One day of change is your realization in down.
I’m your commando in a most fashionable look,
You’re my soldiers who are fearfully all always hooked.
I’m looking forward in your ramp of achievement,
Seeing that white gown in you is so much fulfillment.
Tim Roth gets shot, and what emerges? Blood.
His innards act like wrecked intestines should.
Those fifties-movies injuns really suck,
with tactics redolent of Donald Duck!
“The whiteys circle wagons, as we feared:
so let’s just ride around them – get mown down!”
You’d see more bloodshed watching Charlie Brown.
And why does Tarzan never grow a beard?
Tim Robbins plans a prison break. Oh well,
they’ll catch him quickly when they search his cell.
It’s never searched, or posters changed, in fact.
And why was Thomas Hagan never whacked?
And Cage’s “Wicker Man” was just plain weird,
and not remotely scary. I’m at ease
with oddball cops with masks on: “Not the bees!”
But why does Tarzan never grow a beard?
“Commando” – Arnie’s shooting-up a storm:
a hundred dead a minute is the norm.
The baddies take ten thousand shots at him,
to no avail. They’re not from Arnie’s gym!
You want to know why Rin Tin Tin’s revered?
The dog’s so smart, he counts: he knows when you’ve
exhausted all six slugs – then makes his move.
Yet why does Tarzan never grow a beard?
Vidtec and US Games were made for the Atari VCS.
Some of them were great while others were a mess.
US Games and Vidtec were a division of Quaker Oats.
But the creators found it extremely difficult to stay afloat.
Their best games were Space Jockey, Commando Raid, and M.A.D. too.
But US Games went out of business just one year after beginning in 1982.
They made several good games; not including Word Zapper.
People should've taken that game and thrown it in the crapper.
Another of their crappy games was Sneak 'N Peek.
The fireman on Towering Inferno looked like he was taking a leak.
When they hit the shelves, they didn't start disappearing.
But the $5.50 price tag at Revco made them endearing.
None of their fourteen games became a hit.
Some liked them while others didn't give a Sh**.
(THIS POEM IS ABOUT GAMES THAT WERE MADE FOR THE ATARI 2600/VCS.)
Condo Commando Landings
They came in shiny silver saucer shaped air ships
With cylindrical flashing red lights in the night
From Planet New Jersey
Alien space crafts…. I mean .… weather balloons, (according to NASA)
From many light years…. I mean… traffic lights away
Landing in Miami first with a thirst for power
They slithered from the… ‘Weather balloons” in zombie brigades
Heads tilted, drooling, snorting and looking for trouble
Your condominium community is their new headquarters
Condo commandos are here to stay
A cruel fiduciary species without any borders
Going from door to door
Giving owners & tenants lists of rules with magnitudinal orders
Millions of regulations, line item expenses, and assessments
You must fulfill….You will fulfill…you will comply or die!
“Resistance is futile!” They cry…. Or mumble…or moan
Or whatever it is the walking dead do
If you walk on pavements you will be fined
If you have babies they must return to the womb
No plants…. No flowers… No signs on your condos
And keep your doors closed at all times
Don’t think about crime. Don’t ask any questions
And pay your condo dues or be sequestered
From sleeping through the whole night,
To cutting your first tooth to bite,
From watching you roll over,
To hearing your first word 'MUMMA',
From watching you crawl commando,
To seeing your first steps solo,
Your Nan has spent time with you nearly everyday,
And to be honest would have it no other way,
I've rocked you to sleep time after time,
Had you when you're sick giving your Mum piece of mind,
Cuddled you when you've been sad,
And told you 'No' when you've been bad,
Laughed with you when we've been playing,
Praised you when you're not misbehaving,
Just in one year you've developed at such speed,
First year milestones you've passed indeed,
Your presence is infectious you can't ignore,
Obviously an old soul you've been here before,
I think you've been sent to teach all of us,
Cause you're the perfect example of unconditional love.
07/01/2016
She’s a switchblade, blackjack,
Knuckle-duster dame.
Got the proper block and tackle,
Lash your rigging to the frame.
She put the drill press to your taproot
And the grindstone to your saber.
Good for sharpening your senses,
Keeps you on your best behavior.
She’s like a purgatory tourist on a Devil’s Island cruise.
She always likes to go commando when ashore.
She’ll buy a souvenir machete and a half-kilo brick.
She’s like the princess of the jungle.
She’s a hot yoga chick.
She’s a crooked fencepost notice;
Points the way to no return.
She’s gonna hammer your ceramics,
Twist your plot until it burn.
She’ll take your breath away at dinner
When she wears her cheese cloth gown.
And when yer chokin’ on a chicken bone,
She let her Heimlich slide on down.
She caught a splendid little fever in a splendid little war
And led the rebels on a chase in Cuban heels.
She had to bargain with the General, but she turned a cute trick;
She charged the soldiers for their bullets.
She’s a hot yoga chick.
Then, when Miss Lady Lotus Blossom
Choose to let her spandex slip,
She make you drop the jailhouse soap
And stack you like a poker chip.
But she’ll spring you on a night
The sheriff’s chasing wilding geese.
She’ll lead you to the Rosebud Room;
Reach for the sky and find release.
She orders top-shelf utkatasana
With an anjali mudra twist.
She’ll have you bending over backwards.
She’s a hot yoga chick.
She's like to cauterize your ego.
She's....
June 6th 1944
An Armada masses at Europe's door
Five sector landings, 160,000 troops
On the following beaches, our hero's would swoop
Utah, Omaha, Juno, Sword and Gold
Allow me to write, as my story unfolds
We, 50th Northumbrian Infantry
To repatriate Europe's lost countries
The Devonshire, Hampshire regiments but two
The Allied might in this incredible feud
Beach landing storm, between Le Hamel - Ver sur Mer
Sectors Item, Jig and King
Is where the 79th Armoured would sing
Beachhead established, Mulberry harbour plan
Reaching Bayeux, cut the road to Caen
East we will go, meet with the Canadian troops
Juno Beach they landed in their infantry groups
King sector assault, casualties high
Our tanks now landed, their shells fly
Enemy positions pounded
Men of both die
Jig sector assault, Le Hamel fell
Village by village, only time will tell
Creully and Crepon reached and taken
Forsaken
Item sector, commando strong
Harbour to take, enemy thrawn
Important target, supplies to land
Eventual demise of this German stand
From this landing, our masses advanced
Through deadened lands, i never glanced
To absorb the sights that i witnessed there
To look ahead, no stop no stare
As i sit at home and close my eyes
Not knowing whether to despise
Being in the middle of carnage hell
Our Hero's fell, but I'm here to tell
" Dedicated to Stanley Elton Hollis - the one and only recipient
of the Victoria Cross on D-Day June 6th 1944, but they are all hero's "
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