Daddy warned us about the Texas twisters
They mow down mountains
Or toss them into another galaxy
Over three hundred miles an hour he said
Because he is from Texas and that is how they talk there
Tornadoes are worse in Texas than anywhere else, guessed my husband.
Yes, and so are the meteorites that drop out of the sky in Texas.
Some are the size of a football stadium; that is how we got the last two
And the spiders there are larger than toasters, my husband guessed.
Spiders here pick up our houses and carry them off on their backs.
My Daddy is super proud of talking like this.
Like a true Texan.
Categories:
mow down, 5th grade,
Form: Free verse
Forgive me father. For I know not of what I’ve done. The chalice from a goat’s horn forged in fire, does not adhere to the things of clay. To oversee and administer all the tests you task, done so without as much as a blink is easy.
To bow down to these abominations that I helped create, I could never do. Spare me the details of pride. When a pagan asks to praise the very follicles engineered on the prince’s throne, who wouldn’t take offence?
Forgive me for corrupting the seed on your precious lawn, that you’ll one day mow down...Again. Forgive me for looking into the sky and seeing this as a prison, oppose to a paradise.
Doth thou hate a lion for tearing apart flesh, when that’s what it was created to do? If a tree bares fruit…Tis’ a feast.
Categories:
mow down, angel, anger, blessing, dance,
Form: Free verse
Either she had skipped a class,
Now in lecture halls with Glass
Or had merited The New
For The Quite Brilliant Few:
To no longer mow down grass
Mean labor prefects bypass;
What All Former mates treasure
And strictly take for pleasure
Like Ice-cream-recharged leisure!
It is an Immunity
Not in University
And that’s The Adversity,
For others she shall pity.
Categories:
mow down, devotion, education, encouraging, environment,
Form: Rhyme
My toenails are atrocious
Ugly enough to be put into a record book
Even I gag when I look over my stomach
They stick out of my sandals in irregular points
Some are as thick as a door hinge.
They are impossible to cut, of course.
I have to use a drill on them.
I mow down pedestrians all the time with these nails.
Oh, excuse me, sorry, I did not see you.
I apologize with tears in my eyes
So they do not know how hard
I am keeping my laughter inside.
Categories:
mow down, me,
Form: Free verse
The hammer rises
The sickle moves to mow down…
Ukraine Europe’s shield
The USSR reborn
Never did disintegrate.
© Harry J Horsman 2022
Categories:
mow down, war,
Form: Tanka
Do bears torture animals? No.
Do wolves tear you apart before they kill you? No.
It is man who tears the wings off butterflies.
It is child who shoots cats with a Beretta?
Do alligators eat you alive? Maybe.
But do they torment you first and let you see
The other body parts they keep in their refrigerator first?
Do pumas eat your arms first?
No. They eat your head; putting you out of your misery fast.
Do elephants, rhinos, zebras, lions or tigers use an Uzi?
Do stingray, crocodiles, cobras or wolves use AK-47’s?
Do any of these dangerous animals mow down children in grade schools?
Do any of these dangerous animals ruin the Ozone layer so everyone will die faster?
Who is the dangerous animal?
Who is the cruelest?
It is a quandary is it not?
Categories:
mow down, animal,
Form: Narrative
Peanuts
Lovely little orange-shaped objects.
They fill your mouth, hard and soft.
They taste, like nothing but sugar.
Grandma keeps them in a jar,
by the window.
You are allowed one,
if you are quiet.
You can watch them mow down,
and collect the hay with the big machines…
from there.
They are the best candy,
for doing such things.
Grandma knows all the right things,
about living a good life.
Her cookies are straight from heaven.
Categories:
mow down, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Free verse
Open each chamber, assiduously
Load each bullet, meticulously
Center targets in sight, fastidiously
Pull the trigger, punctiliously
Mow down innocents, detachedly
Grin in triumph, hideously
Undermine freedom, inevitably
Categories:
mow down, death, murder,
Form: Monorhyme
COWARDS, NOT HEROESv
Cowards, not heroes, Call them what they are
Not Martyrs, killers of babies, children, people both near and far
Cowards not heroes, not terrorists, Call them what they are
How much courage does it take to mow down children and people in trucks
How much courage does it take to be armed with all kinds of ammunition
like a sniper and shoot down cops like sitting ducks
How much courage does it take to shoot unsuspecting people in a store, a show a school
To kill and brutalize black, brown, white folks going about their day
To fly into buildings, blow up people having fun running in races is beyond cruel
Oh you say, it is for what I believe in, I have courage to risk my own life
Or they deserve it, poor me, I have been hurt, I am angry
They will pay with a gun, bomb, or knife
Cowards not heroes, that is what terrorists are
Even an old woman could drive a truck through a crowd of people, shoot cops
Plant bombs, shoot into crowds and kill people near and far
COWARDS, killers ,not terrorists, not heroes, not Martyrs
COWARDS willing to kill babies, children, mothers and fathers
COWARDS let us call them what they are
COWARDS
Categories:
mow down, violence,
Form: Rhyme
I saw there was a mow-down in Las Vegas
of country western loves.
And also heard our President
was about to share his view.
But before he had his chance
to enlighten one and all,
I figured his best solution
was to hope before the next time
we'll all do our patriotic duty,
go out and buy the best automatic multi-repeating rifle
with scope that we can afford to buy,
so everyone can keep a well-scoped eye
on all the other country western wise
before we blast each other's patriotic duty
to stand and salute both our flags of equally good history,
leave no child with any color standing,
left unpatriotically behind.
Categories:
mow down, anger, humanity, humor, loss,
Form: Political Verse
Looking back on Earth from 300 miles out,
makes me wonder what's it all about?
How can we assume that we are special?
How can we believe in a God and a devil?
Why do we pollute our beautiful blue seas?
Why mow down our oxygen giving trees?
Why does religion lead to such pain?
What is it really these wars hope to gain?
We are tiny in the grand scheme of things.
Humility is what's needed among human beings.
I wish you all had the same view as me.
From 300 miles out, then you would see.
The seas like blue ribbons, the forests so green.
Like me, you'd be awed, in my little orbiting machine.
Categories:
mow down, beauty, earth, pollution,
Form: Couplet
I found the gateway….To mow (down) any stomachache….
(Touched)
By your sweat….
Liquidated …. any honor… I put, into your heart….
Atomize…. any memory or dream….
Exterminated…. the sound of your…(Voice)….
The battles….The discomfort…. And headaches…
My poor… damage feet, walked everyday….
For amusement and Hanky-panky…..
Was… your , welcome mat…
If I would…. of.... known, oh my….
I woulda, pulled out your.… blueprint….
Then take out my…. Passport….
Leaving your ….horrors and stains behind….
Glorification…. between us, was only a memory or dream….
Sorry….. I don’t know which…
I guess, kill powder…. Passes… in my skin….
Delilah Ventura
Categories:
mow down, anger, deep, how i
Form: Free verse
dear old dad
he's such a good supporting lad
puts up with moms old fashion plaids
for he knows this what makes her glad
he puts up with the kids saying please
and is there to wipe their noses sneeze
puts up with dog barking morning thru night
and cleans up the after droppings delight
wont let anyone mow down the weeds
insists on doing all the honey-do deeds
so today dear old dad you deserve a break
let me be the one to rub all your sore aches
Happy Father's Day
To All Dads And Stepdads
We Thank You
Happy Father's Day Daddy {1925 - 1981}
Categories:
mow down, death, dedication, devotion, family,
Form: Rhyme