The ball point's mightier than the sabre,
Mine's spring loaded and I've got paper.
With claws like those of a Lioness,
Beaks like those of an Eagle and
Horns like those of a raging Rhino,
All in one entity
He looked helplessly as they
Swooped on him from from all directions
No where to run no where to hide;
With eyes shut, expecting the inevitable
As they pounced on him, he woke up with a
Scream.
Lo!!! It was just another scary dream.!!!!!
probing defences
the bear at the border growls ~
the west stands ready
Written 25th January 2022
SILVER WINGS
They reap the whirlwind
Who search the gold-glinted sun
And moons on silver wings;
Who float and glide
Upon the blue and misty current
High above the naked edge
Of earth, like eagles they climb
The whipped peaks of weightless freeze
And loft through miles and miles
of silent breeze.
SABRE
She blasted sea and sky
Wide open spaces
In angry swirls
Against the sabre's point,
Her silver wings rippling
Rushing space, nosed ahead
Of tell-tale streaks
Melting out of focus.
HONORABLE MENTION
"Military Aircraft" Poetry Contest
August, 2021
All Poetry
To jitterbug and jive, perhaps to feel alive;
Dreaming that I too could dance as well as you;
Strutting to a tango in Chichicastenango
Touring a veranda edged with jacaranda.
Four eyes eagerly dancing; engagingly entrancing
Above paired swaying hips and rippling tender lips.
When the musical combo broke into a mambo
Our hearts began drumming to a secret thrumming.
We did a conch horn conga on the isle of Rarotonga
Balalaika strumming, we tried romancing as we were sabre dancing
I waltzed you like a rube along the Blue Danube
And when we danced the line, I kicked my boots up just fine.
But when I awoke, I knew my dancing was a joke;
Just a stutter stepper or a sneezer inhaling pepper.
2/24/2019
Sabre rattling between sides will not fly
Especially when the stakes are high
Then North Korea continues to launch rockets
With missiles towards another country or over it
It makes no sense to continue in this manner
But it hasn't stopped North Korea waving their banner
So now we wait and wonder if they will stop
Or whether we go to war to Kim Jong-um's hop.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Sabre Tooth
You and I were there upon the ice,
the white crystal paradise,
We fought the Sabre Tooth Tiger Cat,
We fought with fear like cornered Rats,
and some of us survived.
We hunted Woolly Mammoth under the Moon,
did overwhelm and eat it soon,
though some died doing that,
stomped spiked and lifeless flat,
cos death did call the tune.
We learned to plot and persevere,
there was no time for acting *****,
where death walked in a Cat,
no time for getting fat,
ole Sabre loved us dear....
Don Johnson
Sabre Jet
I pulled up outside an airport, and she sat there, on display,
On a little pad of concrete, like a grounded bird of prey.
I was carried in an instant by that bit of happenstance,
To an airfield near a village in the fields of northern France..
Once again I hear the bellow of the turbine's mighty song
As the waves of rolling thunder drive the sleek war-birds along...
Down the runway; ever faster, till they bid the earth good-bye,
And the gear locks into place as they leap headlong for the sky.
Rising like four homesick angels to their home among the clouds,
All around; ...reverberations of their passing; ... long and loud.
Four small specks far in the distance, vanishing into the blue,
Now there's nothing left but echoes and the scent of Turbo 2.
Blaring horns of angry drivers pull my mind back to to-day,
...From forty years back in the past, and half a world away.
The traffic lights have turned to green during my reverie,
For both of us are obsolete;
The Sabre Jet and me!
Frank Halliwell
Honor’s Sabre
He lay a bleeding on the ground,
The sword had cut him all around
And blood flow from his wound, it wound,
Death, it seemed in progress.
Adrenaline pumped, he rose once more,
The Sabre’s slashed, then, he did score,
Opponent lying on the floor,
But I do perhaps, digress.
Honor was the reason for,
The Sabre’s slicing, blood n gore,
Men of honor fighting, sure,
Blood letting, is the,
Witness.
Don Johnson 17-july-11
I have changed today.
I have changed in a permanent way.
I saw it rise, I saw it shift,
I saw it move with it's coniving twist...
From the front door and the back,
I heard the knock
I heard the rapp.
"I am here" he said, "as you have asked."
"I am here from the rooted past."
I said, "Hello" and shone my light
on the old familiar
on the ancient fight.
Today I said, "I've grown too much you see,
for you to continue to be a part of me."
I peeled out my sword,
it slithered out of it's sheath.
In exalted postition
I sliced through the old familiar, the untrue, the thief.
The liar has lain and tracks removed.
My tool for change has been polished clean.
Heated and cooled with fire and stream.
Sharpen this sword, I have...
And leave the liar lain.