Long Warmonger Poems
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(the following extrapolated
thought thread exercised,
NOT utilized to intimate
how Fats Domino belied,
and wowed a crowded house as-sized).
as a former ace procrastinator, i abhor
putting off doing what best ought
to get immediate attention bar
ring some extenuating dire circumstance,
sans mishap with flying car
pet case in point being unexpected a bomb
bin able crisis necessitating
hypothetical individual impossible
to remain calm
while in the process
(assisted with good ole mom)
to hoist self with one's own petard,
which emergency best warrant a re ward,
otherwise if fate doth NOT
require one to break
from ordinary business as usual
to enlist the "FAKE"
help of a grenadier,
who doth make
his/her livelihood
risking their life,
and limb without quake
king (obviously compensating bravery
as he/she doth stake
out mortal danger with adequate adorn
ing mortal kombat
with ample legal tender and/
or promising first born)
for unstinting mettle,
especially tolerating accompanying
martial baritone horn
player screech (like fingernails
scraping blackboard)
in close proximity - eliciting a scorn
ing glare from soldier spy
tinker tailor with a torn
smile while trained
special ops named Bjorn
incurs deadly hazard from one morn
to the next amidst adversity
shouldering care worn
Marine's motto semper fidelis,
which unnecessary loss of young life
predicated on add
age, viz being at the least,
a day late and dollar short egad
inadvertently dooming
princely valiant warmonger,
a mere stripling lad
whose mourning brings
heavy pallor of sad
ness, which imagined situation - aye
tangentially congruently analogous by
and by to the butterfly effect,
or sparrow's swan song i.e. die
destiny wrought, when one dost espy
a single occurrence no lie,
(the flickr ring, instagram
ming, kickstart ting well nigh
linkedin shutterfly of a butterfly)
say twerks catcher in the rye,
hence no matter how small, thee or thy
can change the course
of the universe forever,
no idea how nor why!
While we are still breathing
and the sun's shining bright,
Give Thou, Lord, to each
What he has not:
To the tyrant give a heart
To the Charlatan a truer task
To the sinner offer penitence
To the priest, salvation ...
and don't forget Yours truly.
While the earth is still turning, Lord,
And the wind sweeps its surface,
Give wisdom to the martyr
To the warmonger, peace
To the oppressed give justice
To the lovelorn, forbearance ...
and don't forget Yours truly.
While there's still time enough, Lord,
And the blazing sun is looming low,
To the wealthiest give happiness
To the wretched, hope
Give to the gigolo a wife
And to the married, respite ...
and don't forget Yours truly.
From neon lights
to hearth-side gleam,
From spotlight to starlight,
From the hustle and bustle of life
to rest and dream,
From the din of the day
to things quiet,
Give Thou, Lord, to each
a little at a time
what he has not ...
and don't forget Yours truly.
~Any Poem contest by Broken Wings.
It seems appropriate that our children visited Michelangelo’s marble statue of David yesterday…(from the hotel where they’re staying…David was just a stone’s throw away.)
Everything the Israelites had…the philistines wanted to obtain…it’s a lot like what is happening today…With Russia and Ukraine.
But they fought their war a little differently back then…if we are to believe the scriptural writing…each side sent out their strongest warrior…and he would do the fighting.
The philistines sent out Goliath…the preeminent warmonger…confident that in all the world…there was no warrior stronger.
For 40 days Goliath taunted the Israelites…for he knew…and they knew he was much too strong…until a young boy with a sling and five stones…his name was David…came along.
The culmination of the story is certainly well known …David slew Goliath…brought him down with just one stone.
David was not supposed to win that battle…everyone, except David, was convinced…giving hope to every underdog whose faced a mightier opponent since.
Proving the amount of size and strength a person has…although an important part…is not as important as the size and strength of the courage in one’s heart.
My prayers are with you…the people of Ukraine…in the midst of a battle unlike any battle you have ever seen…as you…the modern day David…face off against the stronger Russian philistine.
As you come face-to-face with your giant… may the courage in your heart never stray…and just like David may you win your battle in an unusual and surprising way.
So one day when my children visit Ukraine…as I have no doubt they will do
they will seek out the landmarks of your great country…
and stand in awe in front of a marble stature
sculpted to look like you.
I can't imagine myself living high...
until I have little strenght to dive
into the deep and cold river,
which I watch from this steel bridge;
living high on a smooth edge...
'till I'm exhausted by fear!
Should I ever be humbled by modesty,
never be tempted by lavishness
and rest on my unearned laurels?
Others may look at me as insane...
entralled by madness, not dashing for escape;
but they only see the magnitude, not the honesty!
I'll stay magnanimous and avoid at any cost
any made-up appearance to make wealthy friends,
and favor them over the modest ones;
if they love living high and forget
where they're from or boast of invincibility...
an erupting volcano their moments will be!
Warmhearted,not a warmonger
who dances after a victory,
a meek soul not vigilant and inhumane;
a precious soul seeking out simplicity...
enjoing life in tranquillity, never to wane:
anticipating what will occur!
Amalek is the archetypal enemy of the Jews and the symbol of evil in Jewish religion and folklore. Amalekites represent an "eternally irreconcilable enemy" that wants to murder Jews.
Israel begins a war against Iran
The battle rages on, it seems
The time has come, can wait no longer
Must stop the threats’ unending streams
From Tehran, Middle East warmonger
They’ve added fuel to the fire
And paid big bucks, attack Zion
Atomic bombs prepare, aspire
Their demise begins at dawn
Rise up, the land of lions, roaring
You waited long enough to fight
Stay on the map you must be warring
And ruinous deliver smite
Amalekites, the vicious slayers
Must never gain the upper hand
To answer Jewish fervent prayers
In truly Biblical last stand
No one to know what future’s holding
But let this be a swift defeat
We watch events as they’re unfolding
May Zion’s victory be sweet
June 13, 2025
The materialist item creates anger
Is none other than ‘Money’, ogre.
If it is available with us meager
We become a source of hatemonger.
It can make us sit or stand with finger;
It can taste sweeter than sweet sugar;
If in hands, it makes its owner stronger;
So that he can fight with wildest tiger.
You have it, and live even longer;
And will be called even younger.
The materialist item creates anger
Is none other than ‘Money’, ogre.
With it tensions, no doubt, linger
A lot of worry and threats augur,
What use is Salad without vinegar.
More joy of money leads warmonger
Lack of money people did malinger
The mundane things calling it vulgar.
All those who to receive it eager
Know well that demon in it appear.
The materialist item creates anger
Is none other than ‘Money’, ogre.
It could simply be a midnight musing,
where these ears are not!
A life floating in NAY-Nay sound
is also a simpering one, throughout!
I call it: Just a “mood swing”,
and it feels overwhelming, quite often these days!
Everyone is nailing my thinking mind,
hinting I might need a screw to keep myself sane and strong, upright.
And I kept pondering about the London bridge, the glory of being prestigious and proud,
And what a picturesque sunset should be in prevailing route! Farthest need from a crowd,
Nevertheless
It is simply a drilling sound; Not a single stanza more than that to be traced.
Pairing hands, inflicting in moaning, and groaning in continuing hours of extenuation.
The window blinds according to the work-order of today. Replaced and rejuvenated.
And it is all about these sounds. One of a gentle kind but …. Noisy too,
corrupting need of a warmonger. A competitor.
Truthful sounds of functionality of life.
Where disposable are dishes, dancing in hunger.
A handyman deal is just a mere deal. In black and white, one kind of that.
And I knew one sunset sky , after all these days of mending and blushing.
Also unfolding in rueful efforts of expiation, quite a zealous one. Promising.
The Lord knows the laws of land, everywhere. Along every way of possibility.
And the Lord knows the exceptions are also true. For sure. a forbidden tree.
Assuring me about the night. And shoes of a handyman are also an earned chore,
where life still code-switches on a pristine door.
On a night, someone could turn into a sculptor.
In subjugation and humility.
We are nothing more than pleading hands in prayers, whim and much more,
A long, lonely walk along a longer shore of life. A duality residing on a memory lane.
where different dimensions are still there in methods of boiling broth, in Can-opener and can,
On a housewarming eve of some other Santa's. And festive seasons are in, chiming otherwise.
They can remember him as the warmonger,
the heartless one, instead of the southern gentleman;
and haven't they yet realized that he was a man of God,
with values far greater than most of us?
God hates war Himself, but when evil
men do horrendous deeds, He approves of it!
Was David wicked to take Goliath down?
Was Moses wrong for breaking the Holy Tablets,
when his people turned to idolatry and forsook their God?
Was Jashua thirsty for the enemy's blood,
or he obeyed Him to lead the Israelites out of Egypt?
Bush kept America safe, and I'm thankful for that!
We cannot judge anyone by our human way, which is so futile:
the-so-assumed-perfect-one make mistakes like the imperfect one;
perfection was taken away from us when our ancestors sinned!
Look at yourself and be less judgmental;
we have faults, too and we try to hide them by manifesting denial!
Try some compassion, understanding and sympathy,
and these same virtues will be considered by others:
when you are swerving off your path and you need guidance!
When someone is about to fall, foresee that weakness...
before he plunges into the abyss of nothingness!
But we must show pity to anyone admitting the guilt,
if forgiveness is granted to the unworthy one...why shouldn't he justify
his actions when his Country was attacked cowardly?
Bush kept America safe, and I will testify to that!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Tui fele esechis Tagoreweb
Thou art an oblivion in forgetfulness
Pondering a wanderer for a long forgotten soul, my soul whence wills met
Henceforth, a life passed by within the blink of an eye, nomadic bohemian, mayhem, my warmonger
The path you took had none to console devoid oblivious a memory lane, obscured
The path that takes you in, the welcome wind catcher, song, knows no way anywhere
Waiting as a turbid river murmur along, dropping a song, a nature tranquil
Shivering she, a drifter soul, says to be in delight with those green leaves that sprung
Seemingly they are returning home , they left a clue with the chirping of the birds
Along the way leading to the starlight about the twilight, dimmed a soul. My soul, my reverie elite!
Positive mindset satiates my hunger,
In dark clouds, it finds silver linings to see.
It carves out success, not as a warmonger,
And its bravery swirls like tides in the sea.
Walking its paths fuels daily ambition,
With it, no time again will my self-trust fade.
No setback can stir the winds of submission;
My will makes failure retreat, deep in dismay.
Struggles create success of long duration,
That spark is a flame that I hold to chest dear.
Lasting success will demand dedication,
I pray that God's favour will keep my path clear.
Their gatherings draw me, my footsteps align,
For there, their uplifting voices rend the air.
Their kindness and courage in harmony shine,
Building new bonds through the wisdom they all share.
The hope in their lives remains my guiding light,
Proof that all dreams can be within easy reach.
It isn’t just how long one groans through the night,
But how one learns from the lessons life can teach.