Long Vengeance Poems
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I have power; this war I will win; Putin thought,
Hydrogen and nitrogen bombs war crews threw;
Ukrainian troops too like classic heroes fought,
Grief, fear, and rage within the hearts of people brew;
Volodymyr Zelenskyy, help from nations sought,
Some shammed to show concern; in truth, away they flew;
We're superpowers, the Russians float in pride,
It's then the Ukrainians took them for a ride...!
NATO battle tricks the Ukrainians did adopt,
Vengeance from Russians with vigilance they blew;
With bombs, within Russians, hatred topped,
Within Ukrainians, lo, patient calmness grew;
When Putin thought the Ukrainian heads are cropped,
From resilience, Ukrainians, their strength drew,
Thousands of powerful tanks the Russians lost,
Conceit crossed, tossed and frost, finally did exhaust...!!!
01 January 2023
Apparent normalcy of seeing Simon crouched on bathroom tiles,
engrossed in energetic chewing, fails to filter my distress.
From outer body standpoint, hovered below ceiling's heat lamp,
I monitor the horror of my daughter's distraught face.
Ginger fringed, four foot five island stands on tiles first splat tarnishes.
Her scrunched hand shields centre of her face.
Vibrant sauce slides between her fingers, rivulets lead from between knuckles.
Confusion holds her captive. Velvet blond temples wince.
Metallic stiff hand draws away from her altered face.
Gaping space menaces a moustache of tomato soup.
Escaping stalactites extend from her feather faint face.
Rubbery bulb thousand times kissed
bread crumb sprinkled nose tip Rudolphs its ridiculous absence.
Coolest nochalance, Simon casts defiant dollar coin eyes at me.
In typical satisfied snack imbibed style, athletic tongue traverses his tame feline ferocity.
Miniature tiger teeth with clinician care cleaned, reminisce their red.
Placidly pleased by his sudden dismounted diplomacy, primal Simon forgot it.
Sun snoozing couch cushion
visited by vengeful psychotic.
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Gory story. Feeds my fiction addiction.
3rd June 2020
In her ivory tower, she was raised,
A sheltered child, a life of ease,
But Alice's tale, Lorina's heart had seized,
Her mind now set on a different phase.
Married at twenty to a man much too old,
Her life as a trophy wife grew stale,
And so she plotted, her heart gone cold,
Her husband's demise she'd avail.
With her inheritance, she set out to be,
The White Rabbit, a villainous spree,
Robbing fast-food joints, with hi-tech toys,
Spider-Man and Frog-Man, she'd often annoy.
But one day, a Kwikkee Burger spat,
Refusing to serve her breakfast repast,
She beat them up, two cops arrived,
And Judge Elkhart's son, poor Dan, he died
Elkhart sought revenge, in the courtroom,
He shot Dodson, a thundering boom,
A court reporter died, and in the hare came,
Her giant rabbit mech, saving her name.
The Terrible Two, with Walrus by their side,
They caused havoc in Brooklyn, no longer tied,
To clumsy matches with amphibians, they sought,
Vengeance, with the help of the ones they'd caught
But Spider-Man, Leapfrog, and Frog-Man too,
Defeated them, their victory in view,
White Rabbit resurfaced, with new help in tow,
But Mad Hatter and Dormouse were there just for show.
Grizzly and Gibbon stopped her bank heist,
She tried to ransom them, but they didn't bite,
Bombing the city, demanding five billion,
Spider-Man and his team stopped her, just winning.
She fell for Arcade, his deathtrap design,
Kidnapping Wolverine and Black Cat, he'd be fine,
But the heroes they won, leaving Arcade and her,
Abandoned in Savage Land, whining loudly as churr.
Joining Hood's Gang, she fought for more power,
Against Mister Negative, she never did cower,
But dealing in drugs, an effort foiled by M. Jane,
White Rabbit, was defeated once again.
March 22, 2023
Marvel Superheroes Supervillians and Superanimals Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
You carved your names on lands not yours,
With iron, blood, and sharpened laws.
You drew your borders through ancient homes,
Then called it peace, while looting thrones.
You came with Bibles and muskets alike,
And taught the wounded not to strike.
You spoke of order, wearing steel —
But left no room for us to feel.
China wept through a century’s chain,
Opium smoke in every vein.
Africa’s gold fed your feasts and wars,
While her children died behind locked doors.
You sold black bodies across the seas,
Then wrote of freedom, as if with ease.
In India, salt turned into screams,
As bullets shattered Gandhi’s dreams.
Japan still hears that mushroom cloud,
A silence too deep, too proud, too loud.
You burned the skies, split open ground,
And now blame others for what you found.
You call us savage, you call us poor —
But built your empires on our door.
You fanned the flames of industry,
Now curse us for the dying tree.
But karma walks with quiet feet,
It does not beg, it does not plead.
And when the wheel begins to turn,
Will your palaces not also burn?
We do not cry for vengeance loud —
But truth shall rise from every shroud.
What you oppressed, now grows its name —
Not for revenge, but to reclaim.
For justice sleeps, but never dies —
It stirs beneath the global cries.
And when we rise, as rise we will,
Will you remember the time you killed?
Flooded street I see
Not with water but people
Because of injustices, suppression of human right
Because of political persecution of some sort
People inundating the EDSA street
The former head of the state is in jeopardy
Now in force arrest without warrant of arrest
This is a national issue of persecution
Defeating democracy and freedom of privacy
Police force are being used to fend political enemies
My people now are in heart attack and in rages
The world is observing my country's happenings
How be it that my government is demonizing people
My leaders are persecuting former head of state
There are rallies taking all over major cities
Mainstream medias are silent siding government
People are receiving news only on bloggers and social medias
All eyes is on the former President who is illegally detain
Justice system has no more power to execute
Foreign power is controlling giving blessing by sitting President
Is this retribution, is this personal vendetta
These following days is more fearsome and troubling
Who would be the sovereign authority now
My people is asking justice, my people is asking why
Is this the result of controversy or vengeance
I am observing this situation by heart now.
“Prairie Storm”
The air turned
Deadly still,
The trees no
Longer swayed,
The horses neighed,
The church bells rang
Rabbits ran
For their caves.
Old men rushed
To close their doors.
Storm on the Rise!
Storm on the Rise!
Twister but a mile!
Be here in a while!
Hurry, grab the kids
To the cellar quick.
We haven’t the time
To worry.
It’s coming with a fury
The clouds grew deadly black
As deadly black can get.
Whipping and churning,
Rumbling and growling,
Twisting and swirling,
A tail was coming
With a vengeance it came:
Bolting and striking,
Snapping and crackling,
Exploding and blasting,
The tail kept churning.
The roof from the
Barn was thrown.
The windows in the
House were blown.
The trees ripped
From their roots.
The horses ran.
The rain
Came pounding.
The hail
Came battering.
The wheat field
Turned to straw.
Up from the cellar
The family rose.
The mother poured tears.
The father fell to his knees.
The little ones clung
To mother’s skirt.
There was little left.
His dreams disappeared.
The neighbors
Came calling.
The storm unkind.
He lost his mind.
The church bells rang.
Law abiding citizens nurturing our safe community
we live in a universe of rules written by pencil pushers
Seeming offensive to some and boring to others
gives birth to an underground parallel world out there
Somewhat of a by-product off on a tangent that’s gone astray
it’s the night to the day of our structured monochrome society
Onto shady streets the law of the jungle reigns supreme
its pulse has a raw might that’s visceral and palpable
Theirs is a culture that speaks a foreign language
dark entities settling differences with machine guns
In some concoction of violence chaos and survival
forever keeping score their way etched in blood
Drugs and overdoses every day in every way familiar
jiving on the wrong side of town where we won’t visit
Intertwining realities as normal to them as ours to us
we can’t relate to theirs and they can’t to ours
In their brutal arena the law is an eye for an eye
their justice is savage merciless and unforgiving
Empires built on vengeance of what you want you take
violence begets violence hopefully our worlds never collide
We try to stay blissfully ignorant in our little familiar realm
there’s no reasoning with rebels once the line is crossed
At least in this world our corruption is underhanded
and it’s much easier to maintain the illusion
with our manicured lawns and white picket fences
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on June 24, 2020 for contest OPINION sponsored by KAI MICHAEL NEUMANN - RANKED 9TH
An unimaginable apocalypse,
Will render this planet eclipsed..
It'll not take much time for this
As we aren't taking much to destroy it!
Every action has an equal,opposite reaction
It's proven law by great physicist, Sir Isaac Newton;
So we can't get aloof from this functional logic
Destruction at both ends 'll make the loop complete
Spree to destroy at both ends has grown in it's severity
Green lands deserted, islands submerged
Species vanished, genetic diversity eroded and
Melting ice caps have triggered severe floods...
This game of cause and effect is creating great havoc..
Chimneys are spewing venomous gases
Oil drillers boring treacherously deep...
We have rolled out behemoth machines...
Not left a chance to explore,exploit!
Virgin forests are left with scars of our boots all over!
Burgeoning demands but scarce are the resources...
But our platter of priority has science,politics and progress
Air, soil and water are losing their quality
But that's not our concern at all...
In using these vitals of life ,we 're so reckless
Shouldn't we realise its time to brainstorm ???
And to evolve a model to mitigate the ills and reform
We 've no right to deny the future generation,
their vital needs to survive
Every man Being the stakeholder,
has to bear the blame and take burden to resolve...
Best is to bridge a course of harmony n' stop nature's slingshot of vengeance
Judicious planning n' avoiding ruthless brutality on nature,
will handover a safe and lively planet to humanity and all!
These are the latest, unpleasant news...
that I bring you along with my winter's blues:
the gusts of a mad month to make you shiver more,
never thinking of opening another door!
And should I call on the heavy snow,
and make the furious wind whistle...
when you'll step outside with words not too humble?
What else can make you shrill like a soprano?
I'll be unkind and mercilessly rude,
regardless of how you plead;
I been called brutal and wild: as a horse without a harness,
to pillage and destroy with an attitude which is vicious, indeed!
Nobody can win me over by persuasion or guile,
I am easily angered to invoke the intense storms;
and trying to appease me can intensify my vengeance inside...
remember, gentleness s not one of my virtues, but wickedness is!
Snuggle your teddy bear and stay warm,
just hear the gusts of a mad month;
I can't enter where I am not welcome...
but sympathy I must extend to a frightened gal!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
With invisible stabs to my soul
With quiet whispers to my mind
You keep the night alive
You steal my sleep, you deride my dreams
You show yourself by invisible means
My home is not my own
My body fails through lack of sleep
My mind races to outwit your keep
I see the shadows form in the day
I feel the cold of you near in the night
The presence of your twisted mind
The fear you seek to override my conscious sanity
Do your worst you freak of past life
Kill me now if you own the night
I turn away, I close my eyes
My silent promise you hear tonight
For when I see my last daylight
When life decides to give up the fight
I will locate you in the afterlife
Where even we will stand in the darkest night
You won't escape my vengeance eyes
You won't escape my hatred
For when I eventually die
I will haunt your dead sick mind.