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ANDY THE DILLO*
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In Texas town where sun brightly shone,
Andy the dillo lives, all alone.
He dreamt of a pretty gal,
one who lives in his locale.
Together the dusty trails they’d roam
When pillaging one starry night
he met Astrid, "Oh! you're outta sight"
A quizzical nose had she
“You're perfect dillo for me!
Let’s eat worms together, they’re a delight!"
With a twirl and a tap of her toes,
she showed dance moves that she knows.
'round and 'round she did spin,
with giggles and a grin.
Then he noticed her rather large schnoz.
“EEEGADS! Where did you get that nose?
With it, the ground you can bulldoze
You’re a dillo extraordinaire.
I’ll follow you anywhere.
Let’s go get some worms at Joe’s!”
*Note: Poem originally published in Poetry Soup in June 2025 (poetrysoup.com/poem/andy_the_armadillo_1738645)> I then deleted it. This is my original poem.
looter marauder
a freebooting buccaneer
plundering pirate
pish posh thievery
pillaging provoking
sought by females
BONE BEACH
This was the island where it famously ended
Upon a peaceful tribe, violence descended
A proud history lost and poorly defended
Raiders seeking alleged mythical treasures
Pillaging gold and jewels by cruel measures
The beach a battleground, now just bones
In a warm tropical breeze, palms still sway
Yet there is so little now that is left to say
As identity and history are now blown away
There are so few memories now remaining
And no voices are left for any explaining
The beach a poor record, now just bones
Perhaps a few who had sailed to the East
The remnants of the many now deceased
One day may return for the annual feast
Having left their rich culture far behind
Shocked at the scene they would now find
The beach a desolate place, now just bones
Humanity still struggles to comprehend
That all life on earth is for us to tend
We must cease our pillaging of this great land
Instead, care for all life as it was planned
We are the shepherds of the plane
Our destructive behaviour is beyond insane
There’s a reason we are the most evolved
Ain’t a problem for us that can’t be solved
Supremely created by our father above
Our little hearts are capable of so much love
Solely responsible for the earth’s almighty pain
We are the shepherds of the plane
A golden age is upon us; soon we’ll understand
Back to nature we are going; immense change is at hand
Our soul vibration will soon increase
As we stand on the precipice of wondrous peace
New forests will emerge, and greenery will flourish
A bountiful world to thrive and nourish
Water’s will sparkle once more for Mother Earth
A new beginning is at hand, a welcome rebirth
We are the shepherds of this great plane
The devil grips us no more; we’ve broken the chain
Freed from the shackles of our crippling fears
Together, we weep in a sea of glorious tears
Of her gifts of nature,
once pristine flowing streams,
her green and blue majestic presence
in the infinite universe vast reaches,
My Jesus Christ left her in our care,
we must act now, not later-
for her survival.
Her earthly soul mourns as her
animals suffer, humans too,
her royal oceans with precious
marine life's waters sullied,
her rainforests plundered.
We must, as humanity,
rectify our trespasses against her,
for her survival.
Her polar regions sweating,
breaking off icebergs,
many of her kingdom species
endangered.
Stop the greed and the smokestacks
choking her air,
halt the pillaging of her resources-
for her survival.
Donning sable spots on buff hearts:
With all the resolve an’ brutality
They pursue their prey;
Stopping at nothing but the
Quarry’s final gasp for a breath
They’re the pillaging African wild dogs:
So unflagging in the heart an’ rigid on feet
The ultimate hecklers of
He who stitches for others,
The one who gets lost on the way
They’re the invincible African wild dogs:
In deadly packs an’ persistent in manner
They grip their prey an’ rip it apart -
Preferring the budding an’ the hapless
That’s how they are; ferocious!
The resolute African wild dogs:
Heartless an’ inexorable, though
Oft their kill in no time they devour whole
Or a hunk excruciatingly torn off alive
Such ruthlessly merciless, so they are!
The cold-heart’d African wild dogs:
A time pinn’d down with an ample boulder
Or other piece with an equally sound weight
For now, the frenzy snappings an’ snarling
Render fleeting peace in the mottled hearts of theirs
Devouring an’ feasting like they do
On the now putrefying sworn enemy!
Walking through the halls unopposed,
Seeking weakness and pillaging fears,
Bullying the weak and it’s all cheers,
All those around with their eyes closed.
Large crowd, feeling alone; enslaved behavior,
Tied and bound to posts of false peers,
No one here seems to be as they appear,
Looking around seeking help from a savior.
Where are angels, the volumes they speak,
All over the socials, videos and internet,
Protection from demons whom all forget,
Yet, no voice for the one whom seeks.
To act in good faith for the ones in need,
False angels, the peer pressure they require,
It must change, their mindset in crossfire,
Else the slave here continues to bleed.
It was called “Spy Rock” in my day
Said you could see for miles around
The encampments of Confederates
From this large rock on higher ground
When the men in grey invaded our land
Brawling, looting, burning, and pillaging,
Everything got completely out of hand.
One-hundred fifty and eight years ago,
Much blood was shed in this community
To maintain the union and our liberty.
I wonder how much we have surrendered
In the past decade to give up being free.
written November 8, 2021
Oh! Rain ….
Without discipline like the Vain
To the uplands, not to the low
To the rocks over there -Go !
They interminably hiss,
When you strike them and don’t miss.
Now you ‘re pillaging my heritage
By our forefathers celebrated with vintage :
The costs of their re-roofing not counting,
My thief- frustrating fence not minding
sadly no Joseph the carpenter to charge me a Christian price
For my now disfigured door;
Fat chances of the previous amount paying thrice
To again fix up my ravaged floor.
So, Torrential Rain, aim at that far away tree
And while doing so, feel quite free!!
Threatening priceless life,
Murdering rival's wife.
The meanest of strife,
For election victory staining the knife.
In the white man's world, somewhat unthinkable
And if it's their energy ship, assuredly sinkable.
A pillaging of property
And pushing of political opponent to poverty,
The electorate rubbishing his vote:
With criminals dumped in the same boat
Via rainy flows
Of body - damaging blows
Always offering indecent job
To the muscularly strong
From the unemployed throng
Leaving democracies to sob.
grey
squirrel
busily
buries acorns
keenly observed by shrewd ravenous rook.
rook swoops in, pillaging hidden treasures,
jewels shattered
on roof tops;
oak tree
groans.
15.10.20
'Double Tetractys 4' Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Eve Roper
Warriors of the realm, come the morrow's first light
We engage in a battle, and we must prevail
To bravely defend castle and lands. We must fight
against pillaging foes. Our attack dare not fail.
We march to war with banners raised, and flag flying.
With our swords drawn, the raiders will be defeated.
Victory ours, while the enemy lies dying.
Our triumph told in legends, proudly repeated.
Men, let these words I speak, fill you with fierce desire
to protect loved ones and our holdings to the death.
May your spirit be bold, when hope seems to be dire.
We will champion what is ours, with every breath.
Side by side we will stand upon the battlefield
As guardians of our realm, we will never yield!
* * *
September 19, 2020
A Warrior Sonnet Contest
Sponsored by John Lawless
And I for one would like to sleep
but I cannot, because I weep
for lives and dreams and nations lost
We never thought to count the cost
So many are the pirouettes
of running, flailing silhouettes
as flames behind them flicker high
to set aglow the night time sky
Becoming so habitual
this savage urban ritual
of settling some phantom score
by pillaging a local store
is just a New World Order nod
like summoning some pagan god
These worshipers show ignorance
while sacrificing common sense
And mass hysteria abounds
while cultish television clowns
erroneous, declarative,
perpetuate their narrative
That theirs is right and yours is wrong
so you had better come along
and join the other little sheep
Oh how I wish that I could sleep!
Alas my mind shall never rest
My soul, this world does daily test
Let my last option be my first
In God's sure hand I'll be not cursed
My money doesn't mean a thing
Possessions make not my heart sing
But steadiness in spirit form
shall guide me safely through the storm
And though the world be set ablaze
as we come to the end of days
I pray that you and I shall be
together in eternity
© Mike Wise
5-30-20
Revengeful Rage And Fury.
.
Ominous angry sky’s
Bellow their fury
Bent on destruction
Demanding subservience
Both judge and jury
.
Ravaging and pillaging
Breaking the weak and lame
And defenseless
Wild and relentless
Wheeling its mighty sword
On it’s reaping crusade
.
The rattle rustle creaking and howl
The slashing bashing whipping and slaying
An untameable tempest
With a hideous scowl
.
Frightening exciting awe inspiring
The reaper takes
Then after the dire harvest
It dissipates
Into a wisp and whisper
After venting its anger
For anger's sake
Calm and equilibrium restored
Leaving a trail of destruction
In its torrid wake.
.
Peter Dome©2020.
I'm so desperate to connect
Put myself out on the line
Just to have the knife plunged in my back
Every single time
You wanna end the loneliness
Let somebody in
But the second that you give an inch
They destroy you once again
Such cruel self serving vultures
Circling my soul
They rip my guts out ravage me
Leave my carcass by the road
I'm so tired of the pillaging
Exhausted by this game
Don't know why I bother
Things will never change
So I'll re-suit myself in armor
Cocoon myself and hide
Embrace this shell of darkness
It's safer than outside
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