Sabers Poems | Examples

Lullabies of Thunder

The sun has taken a day off, 
sleeping in blankets of silver 
while the Earth dances a slow pirouette, 
like the venerable ballerina she is, on her axis. 

I ponder the grayness 
while thinking of haiku to pass the time, 
wondering of what the sun dreams 
during its times of solar slumber. 

A rose awakens,
blooming with the kisses of dewdrops 
caressing her brow. 

The heavens softly weep. 
I know not whether for joy or sorrow. 
These tears of God are shed this morning, 
but the land and I are cleansed and nourished. 

The fabric of the sky is rent 
by sudden streaks of violence 
that shatter the peace of my reverie 
and threaten to unsettle my soul. 

Sabers of lightning 
duel throughout the morning 
to sate their anger. 

Their fury sends fear to my heart’s threshold, 
but it finds the door safely barred 
by the still waters of the Spirit’s serenity, 
keeping me untouched by disquietude. 

I find lullabies in the thunder, 
and the sleep of newborns follows 
into a realm where the storm dissolves 
within the calmness of God.

Elsewhere

(“Winter’s Edge”, 2018, original encaustic)

Elsewhere

The grey of mid November settles in
And my thoughts turn to elsewhere 
Nights of dreams, mornings of long novels, 
Afternoons painting and a wistful wish to travel
But as sabers rattle in Europe
And once again the world awaits war
The last place I want to be is stuck
Far away from home
And so I’ll just read and write, 
Paint and walk with dogs
Letting the cold and grey wash over me
Not so much with pleasure, nor depression
But at least a hint
Of acceptance 

(11/17/24)

The Battle For A New Nation

The infantry stands with their boots on the ground 

The muskets will fire and the trumpets will sound

The cavalries charge in the heat of the battle

The cannons will roar and the sabers will rattle 

The whole thing will be fought in the dust, rain, and mud

But the payment for that is the stain of our blood

When our enemies fall then our standard will rise

Thus a nation for all is the ultimate prize

The Fall of Democracy

Four big buzzards in a sycamore tree,
licking their lips while staring down at me,
singing please hurry up now old man death.

This boy looks done and ready for turning,
we’re so hungry that our stomach’s churning,
just waiting for him to gasp his last breath.

He no longer has sabers to rattle,
too weak to survive that one last battle,
bring him his sip of water from the Leth.

Leth-(Greek mythology) a river in Hades; the souls of the dead had to drink from it, which made them forget all they had done and suffered when they were alive

On An August Evening

On an August Evening 
David J Walker

The parade is a  
Next door 
neighborhood event

I have lent my
Interests  

Sent my swagger
Rattled old sabers 

Resurrected past matters
Memories scatter 

Yesterday spent 
Listening from a perch
On my back porch pent

Watching fireflies in the heat of 
An August evening

Not Without Blame

While condemning Putin, let us recall
That Americans are not blameless, after all,

Guilty, too, of invading our weaker neighbors
Increasing our land area by rattling sabers.

We forced the weaker Spain Florida to cede
Drove the Mexicans out of Texas, I believe,

Cheated the Indians out of their native land
Our destiny from coast to coast to expand.

We took protectorates after World War II:
Guam, Samoa, Puerto Rico, and others, too,

In fact, we started the Spanish-American war
To gain control in the Western hemisphere.

Putin is evil, and wrong for what he is doing
Like Hitler his territorial aggression pursuing,

But, we need to remember history’s lessons
And, recalling our own national aggressions,

Decide we must put an end to any awful war
And swear by our sovereignty, war no more!

Written March 20, 2022

Nuclear War

Nuclear war

If there’s a nuclear war, please let me know
I’ll give the house a dust and let the parrot go
If there’s a nuclear war, I’ll call my best friend
And we’ll never know how Coronation Street ends
If there’s a nuclear war, I’ll propose to my wife
And throw a five-minute party at the end my life
If there’s a nuclear war, I’ll do what I’ve been craving
And drink that bottle of Brandy and stop shaving
If there’s a nuclear war, I’ll speak to the neighbours
I’ll bury the ax and put away the sabers
If there’s a nuclear war, I’ll believe in god.
I’ll ask him to forgive this reformed atheist sod
If there’s a nuclear war, I’ll curse my luck
They’re killing us all and don’t give a f**k
So, this is it, I finally say as the sky grows dark
We could have survived global warming, by building an ark.

David Cox 13/12/21

Noisy Neighbours

Sandwiched between noisy neighbours 
We hear them putting their labours
In screaming matches 
Boisterous snatches
Seems like they're fighting with sabers 

I wish we had placed soundproof glass 
So that no sound, no noise can pass
All would be quiet 
Unlike the riot
Our neighbours create and trespass



03.20.2021



8.8.5.5.8 syllables

I Made a Mini Me

We want them to grow up to be,
The best that they can be.
We want the very best for them.
We want them to succeed.

We talk, we teach, we prophecy,
Till we can talk no more.
We want them to be well prepared,
When they walk out the door.

We teach them it's important,
To be neat and clean and prompt.
Then make excuses when we're late,
Because the clock just stopped.

We teach them to be kind, polite,
Help others when we can.
Be careful who you're seen with.
How to dress and sit and stand.

We talk about the folks at work,
The folks at church and neighbors,
Pointing out their virtues, faults,
With tongues as sharp as sabers.

Then we say we meant no harm.
We say it's all in fun,
But little pitchers have big ears,
The harm's already done.

They make excuses for themselves,
But they're hard on others,
That fail to measure up with them,
Or those they see as brothers.

Oh No! we say, What have I done!
This wasn't meant to be!
They didn't learn from my mistakes!
I've made a Mini Me!

Living As Book Characters Daily

On Tuesday I was a prancy, dancy, pirate queen, 
On Wednesday I was a velvet-clad bohemian traveling fancy lady, 
Yesterday I as a native American who had been done wrong by cowboys.

I am on a Treasure Island today.
The youngest son in Swiss Family Robinson.

My personas are found promptly when I pick up well-loved missives.

Last week I was Jo, the heroine of Little Women, 
cutting off my hair and selling it
to help my family.
More often than not I am Pippi Longstockings, living alone, 
without parents, taking care of me and my monkey.
There is truth in every book I stick with, for in that book I find a sliver of myself.

Books where I see no inkling or believable bare hint of me hold no interest.
They are not the ones I return to again and again, relishing in my glory days.
Slashing my sabers, showing the world what I can do with a bit of fantasy.

The Brigade

Upon a great white steed he rode
The hope of all he served be known
This valiant soldier's war be told
To fight this day his bravery shown

Into the strife of chaos sown
They rode with vengeance high and wide
Infantry entrenched with blood and bone
Taking life from death's cold bride

For he ordered valour be by his side
Slashing sabers slaying bold
They flayed and tanned sinew and hide
That blocked the sun, darkness tombs enfold


As death and sacrifice did hide
These men's lives whose pride abides
Their lives given to halt the tide
Their courage stands never defied

Into history they marched strong
Their legend still makes hearts shudder
Into the depths of soul and song
Their fate of death sad souls recover

They are the legend of heroes who died
So ignorant of why they gave their lives
To be remembered as the useless glory's tide
To honor the strength of their captain's pride 







Written January 11, 2020
Strict rhyme and meter challenge Poetry Contest
Judged on January 28, 2020

Rewritten February 27, 2021

In Foreign Lands

In foreign lands when death draws nigh
No time is left to wonder why
We chose the path we trod upon
That led us to this one last dawn
Unseen by eye in cloud filled sky

We chose freedom with spirits high
Fought and loved and were seldom shy
To state our claim with sabers drawn
In foreign lands

I see the hole where I must lie
It is with sadness that I die
Make my casket from quarter sawn
As I leave you to carry on
Defend us now and by and by
In Foreign lands

5-27-19
Contest: Your Choice
Sponsor: Brian Strand

Human Nature

Let's all try to get along with our neighbors
They're people like us, put away your sabers
We all eat and poop
Us nincompoops
Allow for the differences, it's human nature

Backyard Army

Backyard Army
 
When brooms become muskets,                                                                    
Mops sabers wild. 
When pots become helmets,                                     
It's fun for a child.

Round Momma's roses,
They march their brigade                                            
They trample her tulips,                                                                            
In a mad escapade.

Thump, thump, thump,
Goes the little toy drum.  
Oh hear the bugle,
And the military hum.                                                       

When the boys have grown taller,                                  
When we call them men.
Will they dream of the battle, 
As they did then?  

When they marched round the roses.                                                        
A glad little gang.                                                                                
With their little toy rifles,
They yell Bang, bang.

I Remember 6th Grade Math

She tried to get my attention a number of times
But It was not possible because
I was a country or two away
Wearing brown leather swashbuckler pants
White billowy blouses, and multi-buckled boots, 
Fighting pirates with Sabers.
I was mighty and terrifying.
Hearing my war cry turned their blood to ice
Which is why I did not have to stab them
All I had to do was wave my sword around 
And scream and they would jump ship
And get eaten by sharks or swim to land
Pride oozed out of me as I heard my battle cry.
Student me replaced pirate queen me hard and fast
When I heard my peers laughing
Apparently the teacher was not amused by a battle cry
In the middle of her boring math lesson
A Pirate Queen serving detention?  
Unfortunately it happens

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