Do not go out west her parents warned Jobeth.
There are savages there; they will harm you.
Her man was there, so she went anyway.
He was killed in autumn, and she was alone.
With snow came additional grief.
They had always spoken of living in the cabin together.
Now Jobeth was alone and running out of food
There was a knock on her door.
An Indian was standing there, holding a basket of food.
Jobeth was astounded; surprised, speechless.
He handed it to her and smiled.
She murmured an almost unheard thank you.
Later she felt angry with herself.
Jobeth never saw the man again.
But he was God-sent.
Brought enough food to allow her to live.
She wrote to her parents
asking them to never call Indians savages again.
The Russians Are Coming
The Russians are coming, tremble in fear
Hide your jewelry, washing machines, beer
But their army is weak, only fights the unarmed
We should take them out and all they’ve farmed
The Russians are coming, animals from the east
But they’re brains are deformed an insane beast
Morons with weapons what do you expect?
We allowed this, gave too much respect
A criminal in charge of a murdering race
Stab you in the back and lie to your face
Russia be proud for all you have done
Steal kids clothes take them home to mum
And you, you women, with husbands and sons
Who’s a pretty boy, rape who you want
Well justice is coming, well on its way
The civilized won’t forget, you're going to pay.
David Cox 22/05/22
Will there be non-existence
for you and me?
It savages the mind to have no being
to dreamless sleep alone foreseeing.
Shouldn't something of us survive
in rock or rain or moonlit tide?
Were we made to be passed through
setting aside all we knew?
Isn't there a place in universes endless
to which an act of mercy can send us?
Is our destiny really dust?
"No," answers a voice I fervently trust.
Wild life usually means scary and ravenous animals
Have dated some girls who were like wicked savages
Wanting to growl and wrestle
Trouble keeping upright and level
Who am I kidding, loved it in spite of the bandages
In life have i come to realise,
In the progression of moon and time.
That many a believer bought by blood,
Are still tossed around like nods.
Many professed to have been in faith,
For decades,centuries,even from birth.
Seem to feed on milk still,
The strong meat may get broken their teeth:
Many have said even aloud,
Like a host of raven a-crowd:
'I'm born into this faith before you,
And can tell you by bound it's rule'.
But this folks can't discern the spirit,
All they're specialised in is lie laudries.
Decade have they been in the way,
Yet they're like ones that are astray.
They can't hear from the Holy Spirit,
Hence are tossed around by calamities.
Like an adder that swallowed a frog,
Have they been in faith like rugs:
Can't move from one place to another,
To'n'fro did diverse teaching toss them
yonder.
They always tend to be pests,
And then they in laziness rest.
Don't get in track with such folks,
Discover how your God with you talk.
Stop being a pest,
Many want to on you rest.
18:01:04:20:07
Wild life usually means scary and unusual animals
Have dated some girls who were like wicked savages
Wanting to growl and wrestle
Trouble keeping upright and level
Who am I kidding, loved it in spite of the bandages
They run my neighborhood.
Constant, breaking only for food.
Movement unending, shifty eyes.
Dirty plans, planning lies.
Languidly, they go walking.
Loud. Irreverently talking.
On the weekends,
they multiply. They gather.
Parties abound.
Their neighbors don't matter.
I try to enjoy my tea in peace,
while odd jobs they fleece.
Rolling up and down the street
on their shiny, two wheeled beast.
No apparent law abounds
as they casually make their rounds.
They are a worry, to watch, warily.
Concerned elderly, the youth merry.
No care or thought given fairly.
Maybe I'm getting old.
But, I was never that bold.
Giving hard looks in sleeveless shirt.
Pants torn, face smudged with dirt.
One carries a stick, waves it often.
Tries to introduce animals to a coffin.
Through this I've learned a lesson.
I'll not give into the obsession.
Society calls for me to have a kid.
The hell I'd be in if I did.
I'll watch, instead, their passages.
And stay far away from the ravages
of miniature, pre-teen savages.
-Angel Fatale-
Parisians were enjoy a lovely evening
and their Joie De Vivre was radiating
form every eye in the Music Hall and cafes;
The Eiffel Tower and
Parisians were enjoying a lovely evening
and their Joie De Vivre was radiating;
every joyful eye in the Concert Hall, in restaurants, in cafés,
in the Stadium and busy streets captivated stunning images!
A revengeful voice rose from within the young, swaying crowd;
bullets flew to kill them randomly while outside all windows
rattled and glass shattered like crystals! Shot people dropped to the sidewalks:
terror had began! Everywhere one turned there was carnage
by the savages: some fled to safety as gunshots continued!
Chaos spread quickly than fire! Paris the city of " Liberte' " was under siege!
Express your sympathy for the French People who have experienced Hell,
bring your flag and flowers and light a candle where they were shot and fell;
Paris mourns: the Eiffel Tower is darker than the streets that lack their harmony!
Paris is that iconic symbol of Liberty which her brave sons fought for so gallantly!
My poem is dedicated to Paris:
the City Of Lights and Liberte'.
Written on 10/20/2015
Parisians were enjoy a lovely evening
and their Joie De Vivre was radiating
form every eye in the Music Hall and cafes;
The Eiffel Tower and
Cold Death Savages, So Spring's Life Will Grow
The hills, valleys and flowers are fast asleep
where the river flows winding.
Chills come, furry critters are burrowing deep
cold hardships most are finding.
Old man Winter awaits its rapidly emerging cues
trees shudder in their roots.
Cold comes ravaging to create sweet Spring news
as man puts on deep snow boots.
Rivers freeze and no longer feed the blue seas
some ache hard in the waiting.
All year long honey stored up by the honey bees
tis' wisdom in such anticipating.
The hills, valleys and flowers buried in snow.
Cold death savages, so Spring's life will grow.
Robert J. Lindley, 10-06-2015
Mentally ill chosen by a few cowards they struck;
Against fundamentals of mankind and society.
Jehad against Allah's doctrine in self destruct role;
Seek a place in heaven with innocent blood on hand?
Living in hell these cowards await final judgment,
For Allah's wrath is infinite, punishment divine:-
"Soundless and endless."
Dream of Swan Tiger.
Dream of savages.
Dream of heaven.
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