The leaders of some countries
lie and deny the genocide
perpetrated by their military
despite the evidence being bona fide
yet those disliked
they don't even know
but want to annihilate
as a dangerous foe
unfortunately it shows
when he goes on the warpath
with ethnic cleansing
it's only the victims who take a bath
Love forests and all within- like the stream,
the trees, and every pretty sight,
midwinter days seem,
to me a wonderful delight,
both an awesome adventure and a dream.
I enjoy when the fragile snowflakes pour,
it makes the forest gay,
at night or day,
I always leave wanting to stay some more.
The next morn' I am back to walk the path,
and listen to the songbirds sing,
watch ducks have a bath,
see a cardinal flash his red wing,
the black crows seem to be on the warpath.
Calm water is a mirror reflection,
fallen snow is pearl white,
quite a beautiful sight,
and the courage of nature is my obsession.
Mom's on the warpath,
"Get inside and take a bath"
(She says she wants us clean).
"Then put on your PJs and go to bed."
I turned that logic on its head.
(I'll tell you what I mean.)
Why should we wash up when
we'll just get dirty once again?
(That's using the 'ol bean!)
when all that is is love and light
how do base instincts yet intrude
contemplating thus makes wrong right
as ego cravings we denude
slow and steady our preferred path
facing the truth, naked and stark
we will win ~ we’re on the warpath
unafraid to walk in the dark
Crow chief adorned with the whitest eagle feathers
Brought to him piecemeal by tribal elders and hunters
Constructed in a loving way by wise women of the tribe
Worn with pride at evening council fires and ceremonies
Eagle headdress striking fear in enemies of Crow
Giving him an extra boost when they were on the warpath
After Trump
Now that Trump has gone but not for good
What shall we hate next?
When our love affair with Joe Biden is over shall
We look a bit closer to his politics we know he is
A politician for all-season I like to ask the question:
How come he has gone from relative poverty
To very rich?
The answer is that he has been paid by big business.
To represent their interest and only theirs, the people.
Are only useful during election time.
He has already adopted some of Trump´s policies
as for the variety, his top administration is stacked
with Israelites, most of them with two passports.
Obama had a historic chance to make Palestine
a sovereign state, but he chickened out.
There is little chance Joe Biden will attempt to free
Occupied people.
The democratic party are on the warpath and for those.
Who upsets them will be silenced?
banned
So, it happened again
I called a prancing woman dancing
Happy that Joe Biden won the election,
“a silly .”
I`m glad Trump is going, but I fear.
The new president has unfinished “democracy.”
Like Syria, Iran to bomb into submission.
His for of “American Democracy” leads him.
On the warpath.
We are so happy that Trump lost although
Seventy million voted for him.
There are too many of them, and they are not idiots,
Well, not all of them.
It is about collar workers who have no union to protect
From arbitrary dismissal, it is about sick pay and
And a proper pension, Joe Biden will do nothing.
He is a man for the big pharma and other corporation.
The USA have a racism problem that will be unsolved.
Until the mighty country can learn it has to change,
And Joe Biden is not the man to fix this problem.
Hence my irritation to jubilant s who have not
read a newspaper for years.
I live in merry old England and I drink a whole lot of tea.
I drink so much that each day I pass five gallons of pee.
My wife poured a boiling cup of tea over my head.
Then she crammed the cup where the sun doesn't shine and my face turned red.
She's on the warpath, did I do something that pissed her?
I wonder if she's found out that I'm sleeping with her sister.
She's gathering her things and she's getting packed.
She's leaving and I don't think that she's coming back.
She can leave if she wants but one thing really does worry me.
She did all of the cooking and I don't know how to make tea.
(This is a fictional poem)
You wear your feathers proudly like a tribal chief.
However, the things you do cause your better half’s grief.
You gamble away the wampum that was meant for groceries.
That money can’t be picked as if it grows on trees.
Other females are taken in as if they were refugees.
How many nights have you spent in other tepees?
You load up with fire water until your head starts to spin.
That’s enough to make your woman’s patience to be thin.
You had better start running faster than Rin Tin Tin.
She will come after you with a barrage of artillery.
Nothing will save you. Not even the U. S. Cavalry.
Can’t you see that her skin is turning red?
When she catches up to you, she will bust your head.
There was a calm before the storm
A dark depth of tranquility
Feasting on forward contemplation
Fulfilling roles of an earthly kingdom
Then the alarm of advancing troops
With an avowed intent,
Exterminate.
Rise, Rise, on the move
We are in trouble, Bail out!
Then a thud, a roar, and a tremor.
Onwards soldiers, raise your rifles
On the warpath, get in line
No time, no time!
Scurry little soldiers of the maze
Be angry, get mad
Swarm, swoop, devour the prey
And where ever he dies, let him lay.
Now the scurry,now the rush
Panic station, teeth gnash
Pierce the skin, drink the blood
Look to the heavens,
look to the gods
Least we be crushed
Buried in the sand
Be it our destiny, made by design
Or calamitous collusion of an ill fated time
But whatever the story based in a lyrical line.
You have just stumble on
An hornets nest.
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