Long Pillage Poems
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ahh...auspicious shake of good fortune.
the soil so red, smells so rich.
the allure of an ancient burial box.
my eyes, like pyres of greed.
admiring thieves have no appetency for my pillage.
the cold stone shovel carelessly careens
showers of dirt on insulted flower heads,
but i’ve no time to waste. i absolve
to tear up this plenipotentiary grave.
her mesmerizing portrait with golden bangles,
diamond earrings and rings. ahh...that heaving diamond
placed over her heart.
she must have been ‘sumptin else in her day,
but my quivering fingers will rape her jewelry.
i will not assuage your thought of me —
the jewels sparkle in my mind with intensity.
my soul leaps with joy at the door knocker box.
i’m on hands and knees, dusting away the many days
these beauties have been worm infested.
ahh...this lid, will carry me in — the creak, so sweet.
my first peek, i’m in love
with the heavy diamonds on her eyes.
i undress them first…
darkness falls, something’s gone awry —
the anguish one feels before the century’s storm.
the atrocious jolt of chillers, i feel,
as a corpse comes back to life, teeming with teeth.
at first bite, i become a slave of the night.
10/9/2019
Crazy A's Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Word List: Anguish, Awry, Auspicious, Atrocious,
Assuage, Appetency, Allure, Absolve
…fighting for peace with guns is like bonking for virginity
it is a macho world but then women can be excellent killers
the barrel phallus washed from conscience dipped into blood
a thin membrane between defence and aggression heavily torn
who wants peace when they can enjoy the fun of armed forces
weapons of mass destruction with human waste collateral damage
in a second whole nations can be amended and revised into nothing
seized by the fire when the iron is hot in pursuit of violent pleasure
and yet bravery is the courageous merit of never surrendering to
war mongers who are in it for the profits power and domination
who send others to the apocalypse while counting their money
eye for an eye in need for cataract implants and retina detachment
like a condom greed sheathes acts of collusion violence betrayal
of upright values wrapped up in flaccid denial of liberty and life
constitutional rights terminate immaculate conception of freedom
to the rhythm of grenades shrapnel and heavy breathing in death
conscription leads the conquest of foreign fields and genocides
rape pillage and plunder sow seeds of slaughter and trenches
that divide marginalize discriminate in the name of civilization
happiness is a warm gun while the planet looks into the barrel …
27 April 2021
Faint stillness of the night falls swiftly down
and masked raccoons now pillage darkest night.
Fluffed owls with sparkling eyes are flying free
and rabbits, gently moving, sniff the air...
The hounds - from hunter lost - do bay and whine!
Marked deer with spots or racks go pawing trails
and bear cubs ramble near a sparkling stream.
Uncommon moths blink near the lights outside
and possums scramble up the hillside earth.
Soft light of moon obscures the beauty there
and adds romance to this nocturnal scene.
Amid the forest’s trees of pine and oak,
these charms display the gift of God’s design!
Faint STILL-ness OF the NIGHT falls SWIFT-ly DOWN
and MASKED rac-COONS now PIL-lage DARK-est NIGHT
Fluffed OWLS with SPARK-ling EYES are FLY-ing FREE
and RAB-bits, GEN-tly MOV-ing, SNIFF the AIR
The HOUNDS, from HUN-ter LOST, do BAY and WHINE
Marked DEER with SPOTS or RACKS go PAW-ing TRAILS
and BEAR cubs RAM-ble NEAR a SPARK-ling STREAM
Un-COM-mon MOTHS blink NEAR the LIGHTS out-SIDE
and POS-sums SCRAM-bles UP the HILL-side EARTH
Soft LIGHT of MOON ob-SCURES the BEAU-ty THERE
And ADDS ro-MANCE to THIS noc-TURN-al SCENE
a-MID the FOR-est’s TREES of PINE and OAK
these CHARMS dis-PLAY the GIFT of GOD’S de-SIGN
©by Regina Riddle
Written on July 29, 2014
Re-written for contest on July 30, 2014
Re-written twice for contest on July 31, 2014 – with LOTS of help from
sponsor and much thanks to Roy Jerden
For: For Newer Poets: An Exercise in Iambic Pentameter - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Roy Jerden
I deliver newspapers at night on a rural route and see all of these nocturnal
creatures along my journey… the origins of the poem.
Hate watching the news ,
Gives me the blues
Every channel says the same
Each one passing the blame
What I see
In all that be
Dark days ahead
All the hate the news have fed
So many hearts filled with hate
War is now our fate
Too late
Cannot turn back
Time is on the attack
Too many people
Turning their backs on the steeple
Population control at its best
Let us make war
Kill some more
Kill them all
Watch them fall
Words so easily offend
Rules were made to bend
Pillage the earth some more
Scrape him off the floor
Life is not worth a thing
What happiness did wealth bring
Knowledge of the past
We threw away so fast
Did not want the memories to last
So on we go
No Knowledge to show
We blindly seek the end
I see so much
My minds out of touch
The world will fight
Fires burn at night
Hearts filled with fright.
Watching the world gone mad
My heart is sad
Many torched
The earth scorched
Nowhere safe land nor sea
No place is free
What I see
No food, hunger rules next to Fear
Death is near
People hiding beneath the bridges
Bombs dropping over them ridges
Is it day or night
This forever fight
Hard to find the light
Dirty faces all look the same
To them this is not a game
No end in sight
To this world, life is the fight
It can't be real
No room to feel
Fate
Hate
Are we to late
What drives people to kill one another
Are they made of different stuff
Is their brain matter arranged so differently
Can't imagine being angry enough
Enough to take the life of another human
Over passion, possessions, or greed
So foreign to everything I have ever learned
I live by my daddy's creed
Dad once told me when I was just a tike
Each one of us is created equal
I've never forgotten his words to this day
Prejudice is absolutely pure evil
What gives man the right to claim otherwise
To aquire an unsatiable appetite
To pillage and plunder for the sake of power
We all meet the same end despite
Wars have been fought for as long as forever
At my age I won't see an end
As long as each one of us has love in our hearts
We can hold our heads high, my friends
© Jack Ellison 2015
Nature's anger
As we hurt her pride
We rape and pillage
Her countryside
These storms she brings
Her power of wrath
Tornado's, Tsunami's
Destruction path
Floods so furious
As they sweep all aside
Boulders like houses
Cast aside
Torrential rain
Mother Nature's tears
Storm drains struggle
Increase our fears
What's to do,
To calm her down
Act as we care
In our cities and towns
In her countryside
To honor, obey
And maybe her wrath
Will have a politer say
If she has any sisters
Out there and beyond
If we treat them the same
I'm sure they'll respond
She has given us grace
To live on her lands
The least we can do
Is try to understand
He carries a shield and a sword
I, a virgin parchment and a quill,
He annihilates and draws blood
I woo and celebrate the muses,
He embarks for some distant shores
I find a nook and pour out my soul,
He ventures the perils of daring warfare
I dwell in the realms of rhythm and rhyme,
He is sustained by plunder and pillage
I live by love and hope for peace.
We are both brave and out to conquer:
He, the lands of lore
I, the heart and the soul,
He, for trophy and treasure
I, for love in good measure;
We are one --
him and I…
with the vision for a pristine earth,
with the dreams for an Utopian world.
~Another 2017 Stunner contest by Line Gauthier
~A Brian Strand contest.
This was before they were banned
From overhead storage.
Amazing how one Durian can clog
So many confined bobbing heads.
A stomach turning air turbulence
Is yet more desirable than
That choking miasma of emissions
Which waft from their pulpy substance.
In foreign parts beer is not quaffed
While consuming Its flesh.
No one says why.
I do say however
For it is disturbingly wonderful
to glug while munching
That earthy reek.
To gormandize upon
The fungal billowing
Of its noisome meatiness,
Is an experience only
The reckless may speak of.
The creamy white meat
Around the large pithy seed-eggs
Beguiles the mouth to suck
And pillage its pale treasures.
While the cold beer
Both numbs and shocks
a cringing brain.
I have found it blows the mind
Yet leaves only the stench
Of a gluttonous well-being
That permeates through
Every orifice.
Those unused to the potency
Of being alone with a ripe Durian
Should not fly or be ill prepared.
For even when sealed in cargo
The funk of the fruit stuns and stupefies.
Fellow passengers
Demanding parachutes
High above over the Indian ocean
Have been known to renounce
Their white privilege
Or fall to their knees in prayer
Hoping against hope
That ventilating masks
Will drop into the contaminated cabin.
Naturally, there is no escape
For even when they disembark,
Cabs will not carry them,
And all will shun even the shadow
Of a Durian
Once its odor has latched onto
Your trembling soul.
The alternative Saga
Eric the brave Viking
could pillage a village all by himself
rape every woman regardless of age.
In Franken land, he got a venereal disease
Which he spread wide and far?
But hi, he was a Viking and couldn`t care less.
He led several Viking ships and headed
for the Med, but he met Arabs fighter and lost
Later converted to Islam. After many years
He reached Jerusalem where he met others from his country
and joined them on the way home, but when they heard
he was a Muslim they threw him overboard
in the straight between Morocco and Spain,
and so ended the life of a brave Viking.
She Won’t be Right, Mate
By
Kevin L Fairbrother
The world is a mess and getting worse
With so much conflict, wars and carnage
Environmental damage that can’t be un-done
We push Mother Nature to her limits
…
The climate is changing, the cause Global Warming
Expect endless waves of catastrophic weather systems
Massive destruction of communities around the planet
Caused by the use of fossil fuels releasing so much carbon
…
We rape and pillage the environment for little gain
By mining the land, clearing forests, polluting our oceans
Far too many humans and less productive land
The downward spiral with the earth stressed to its limits
…
Some people’s ideology gives rise to disruption and death
Mass murder and mayhem in many countries
Other people through-out the planet have no rights
The down-trodden, the poor, religious minorities, third world countries
…
The world has changed since the days of hunter gatherers
Billions of people are reliant on their local super markets
Millions have no land to grow crops and keep livestock
So much precious fresh water used to feed the masses
Food grown with pesticides and chemicals and no over-site
Shipped around the world under free trade agreements
Possibly spreading disease and viruses to other nations
With the sanction of governments, multi-nationals and the dollar
…
Oceans acidic with fish stocks heavily depleted
The environment stressed and broken is at its limits
Ice melt at both poles, climate change accelerating
The world and its people need to make a stand
…
Our mother of this earth can only take so much
With our grandkids carrying the can for our indulgence
Let us try to make this world a better place for the people, the flora and fauna
She (the mother of this earth) would hope that we make it right, Mate