Long Disarm Poems
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Humour is not always fun
Sometimes it’s out of place
But when it strikes it could just put
A smile upon your face.
While walking barefoot on the sand
And contemplating woe,
The muse of humour happened by
And this I did compose:
I am a small and tiny toe
And of the colour pink
I complement my foot so well -
Just love to walk in sync.
I am a large and funny bone
I do my best to charm
And with my bendy sense of fun
My humour can disarm.
I am a nose, a nosy thing
I lead us here and there
Smelling smoke from far-off fires
Just watch my nostrils flare.
Three verses will suffice for now
My muse she has grown tired
I've run out of all body parts
That seem to be inspired.
Have I gained from making up
Some humour in this way?
I have not thought of woe at all,
That’s all that I can say.
Give me a smile, that I may build on your assurance,
Kiss me, that I may have to thy kind heart entrance,
Love me less, and see how tumultuous life could be,
Give thy command, and see my loyalty to thee.
In thine absence, mine heart cannot from thee depart;
A moment's departure would rend my world apart.
I recall that very day I beheld thy face;
A lasting memory I will forever retrace.
That Sunday when thine eyes did my emotions disarm;
The day mine heart responded to thy Love's alarm,
The day you sat upon mine heart's epicentre,
To govern my feelings from their very centre.
Josephine my love, I bequeath my self-will to thee,
Let me thy world share, and make thine own tumults mine,
And come in to my own world, for all I have is thine.
Break open your alabaster box of worship,
Let precious praise rise, a fragrant ship.
Do not let the enemy steal your song,
Unlock your praise - it fits you strong.
Let praise be on your lips day and night,
The praise factor will disarm the fight.
Your songs lets go of yesterday’s sorrow,
And positions your heart for a brighter tomorrow.
Lift up those hands inscribed with victory,
Lift up your eyes to the Lord of ancestry.
Not through the scales of your situation’s mist,
But see Him rightly for who He is.
The Bread of Heaven, the Sovereign King,
In this season, greater fruitfulness will spring.
Be settled in His Word, press in and stay,
Let it be unto us according to His way.
The setting sun is his delight
For he is a creature of the night
He lusts for blood; all types are right
Then he'll take that infamous bite
The night is his, the day his foe
As dawn breaks, to his coffin he must go
There he'll sleep until the night returns
Once again for blood he'll yearn
To lure his victims, his charm must be paramount
Upon him is bestowed the title of Count
The Count is many centuries old
It seems his blood never runs cold
The women love him for his charm
He uses it to disarm
If they only knew what was at "stake"
When to their necks a move he makes
1-5-2026
That be cold sun rose yonder, our heads be hot, I'd declare,
I'll get Whitey my critter, worked all night, best she nicker.
'Bout saddlin' her real tight, or I'll headlong out of sight,
I want movin' nice and fast, cause just--nice--ends up a mess.
Must keep thin's dry 'round Whitey ... traps, she'll stir if caught any,
though we burn the breeze git near, passed two hoops long's a holler,
the homestead bout five miles back should see the first trap I set.
Nope, trap's clean and good to go, next, ain't whistle earshot. Whoa!
Need to slow time -- like disarm, well, no sense singin' to 'em,
come on girl, traps a waitin', ain't no worth to Dallas spin!
Good girl, now just o'er that rise--Whoa! Rattler!--Where, is mascque-eyes?
I'm unshucked and up a tree! Hair in the butter, for me.
French leave, or hang fire--no wait--either fish or cut the bait?
Oh there! 'Neath the brush ahead. Steady girl--a rattler's head!
(BANG/Whinning neighs)
Where's my Arkansas toothpick? Then be trapped, you won't get nicked.
(Talking to the rattler)
Well, done checking all the traps, I knew it'd fill up two packs.
(Resting a bit before anything else)
Be back--stay drink, water's clean--up, I'd never drink downstream.
"Howdy," well, whaddya know? That is one among the willows.
(Passing rider nods and head on...)
All hands and the cook--don't need ... California collar--tree.
(Wanted rider drifts out of sight)
I'll start a fire real quick, then the rattler on the spit.
That was quick and good eatin', look like that sun 'bout settin',
Methinks the night out in town, whaddya think, how does that sound?
Toss belly wash on the fire, where's my comb and the mirror,
cowboys don't bathe, they dust off, come on it's late, let's head off.
You be good, hear, and wait right here, this stallion needs his mare.
That there'd square dance a bit more, must be rattlers on that floor,
My left-handed wife, sidekick. Lookin' for a dog to kick!
There's no call for that ... You mean ... two packs, tied up on Whitey.
Fire 'em up, boys, R O S I E ' S . R O A S T E D . R A T T L E R ' S time!
This poem is a condensed version of my crown of sonnets
This style is called a compound English sonnet. it is written in couplets. The rhyme is
aabbaabbccddccddeeffeeffgggg. It can be read 3 ways.You can read straight through or just read every other line. if you read every other lineodd or evens you're reading a normal English sonnet.
Dear God I pray you keep our men from harm
When in your grace they're safe without alarm
Let not your eyes from you now go astray
help each to stay the course when skies are gray
It's in your strength they'll learn to now rearm
Now with your help each foe the will disarm
They'll change what others do along the way
With choices that they make this very day.
You know the things they want and what they need
For with Your help I know they will succeed
They never need to run from you or hide
In all they do you'll always be their guide
Each step they take in faith they'll not concede
When to your will we find each one will heed
Now each of them have put your will inside
Because they let your faith in you abide
I know they shall be blest in ever task
As now they keep your word in all you ask
Help each of them to stay within your pace
Then understand this life's a holy race
Now all our thoughts appear to you unmasked
When in your light their souls are made to bask
But you have given them abundant grace
In all they do in each and every place
It's in Your strength they'll surely pass life's test
When they abide in your eternal rest
Help each of them to do their very best
It's then that they'll achieve a valiant quest
SMILE IF YOU CAN!
Entangled betwixt the web of life,
Whence facing a situation terrible;
Support all lost, roads all crossed,
Befogged vision, intent ambiguous;
Amidst the hassle, resistant struggle,
Attempt with a tranquil earnest persistence;
Overlook the distress; Smile if you can!
The inevitable confusion life presents,
Assessing the worth of an earthling’s presence;
Not solely one but inclusive of all,
Each one’s life’s brimful of strife;
Struck at some point with forces adverse,
Troubled to the core, agonized heart-broken;
Overlook the adversity; Smile if you can!
When confronting a rival, mighty, callous,
Retaliate not with revenge, provoke not thyself;
Instill thy benevolence in thy rival’s heart,
Bestow thy compassion, benign goodness;
Leave not thy stance, amenable, cordial,
To smile at an enemy is to disarm him;
Forgive thy enemy; Smile if you can!
OLD MAN FOX
Old man FOX in his La-Z-Boy chair
feeding his fuse all day.
Conditioned by hatred and fear,
rotting his brain away.
A hate harvested fear mongered,
MAGA cult minion,
used, abused, and bamboozled,
and spoon fed his opinion.
He's hillbilly born, shamed and scorned,
a social ne'er-do-well.
A narcissistic cover charge
to a special place in hell.
He never learned the social graces.
Left to fend for himself.
He fought to rise, and tried to hide
his background on a shelf.
The more he tries the less he'll change,
irrelevant of class.
Packaged and polished bigotry
Twas taught to him en masse.
His southern charm, meant to disarm,
obsequious and fake.
A since of freedom as pale as his skin
bought by a man on the take.
She has a pretty face
She carries herself well
In uniform she is an iconic
Many so desire her moments
A detective she carries her gun well
When duty calls she flashes her smile
Its a smile i have see disarm many
She has no use for brute force
For her lovely essence nets all delinquents
I used to spy her long time ago
At the signals training school
Once we were Seim Cohorts
Remember.. Kurutu mbona hanyoi..
God knows what followed that
Her MO disarms with ease and grace
My MO disarms with an O prerogative
Saidia Utumishi.. They also need service
Our officers in uniform have to be served too
That's where PMC's we come in and succeed
For controlled outcomes and black ops OP
"Only a good guy with a gun can stop a bad guy with a gun."
So says the gun lobby—the bad guy with a gun!
School, shop, and street wax wet with blood,
But the hum of the gun works drowns out their cry.
Their tears, still, run deep in our ears
Sweeping away old lies about guns
That gun shop bums so glibly put forth.
By caskets in a ditch, they make their pitch
To conjure gun sales out of every shooting.
"Strap a mop to a gun butt to blot the blood," they'll say
Knowing that in our fright they can fly us like a kite
And lead us by a string to gun shops and the like.
Soon, though, we see not more sales alone
But in their red wake more hells too.
By right we arm but by love disarm.
Now is the nation called to love:
By gun control we challenge not your rights
But your heart to sacrifice that love entails.
So give me not a reading of the law
But tales of love's deeds in hearts and homes—
How racks have shed arms like autumn leaves
And turned the land from red to gold.