Short Barbarian Poems

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Vegetarian

There was a young librarian
Who's strictly vegetarian
For her wheat and Kale makes a meal complete
while her beau needs meat to eat
Says she; now that's just barbarian
Form: Limerick


Premium Member The Barbarian

THE BARBARIAN


Oh Nature,
How much your language of harmony would I 
Love to learn

So as

A barbarian in the midst of your celestial design to 
Remain no more! 

 
© Demetriios Trifiatis
   18 OCTOMBER 2013
Form: Epigram

Vegowarrior

I am a new found vegetarian
no longer supporting any barbarian
the task at first seemed gargantuan
but now I think it's all in hand
enjoying what I once deemed bland
reaping not meating from the land.
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
Form: Rhyme

The Barbarian National Anthem

Take your freedom and life
Rule out justice and rights
Then we have barbarian ways
Of controlling the world

Our true role is to enslave you
In our economic dominance
To divide and conquer all
In propaganda and war
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Vikings Striking

VIKINGS STRIKING

Savage, barbarian pagans who plundered, killed and raped
Still In bloody garments of war, around their women draped
Made erotic love before battles that raged
Wave after wave of terror they waged
Of late through media of TV, have become famed
Form: Limerick


Premium Member The Rest of the Story- Mary Had a little lamb

Mary had a little lamb,
Her Father shot it dead.
Then it went to school with her,
Between two hunks of bread.

Mary came home from school one day,
And declared she is now a vegetarian.
She considers, she then went on to say, 
Anyone that eats meat is a barbarian.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A barbarian

Look and listen; read and see, i'm your friendly barbarian
Take it from me.! I thought to write this after my comments
On Linda-Alices blueherry poem.? Which I found a cheery
Write written well..By a writer that can give a spell..' A space I mean.' That one may think? and conject on blueberries i beleive i shall write in blue ink.!

Danish Married To a Scottish

The Woman is A Danish 
And married to A Scottish
But often heard in English:
Language she speaks with relish…

But the Rather Stand-Offish:
At times slippery like  Fish
Or like things one wouldn’t wish,
For example Leaf-Filled Dish
To be served Vegetarian 
Or Flesh to a Barbarian…

A Thief-Catching Librarian
And Confirmed True Lutheran!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Electric

Electricity charged the air
 Sounds of thunder rolled
 Silence of the night dispelled
 The storm takes sleep's toll

 Hairy tried to bark the thunder
 Away, sleep only left
 After a sleepless night
 My brain seems very deft

 A dog trainer he needs or maybe
 A disciplinarian
 Love has not fixed his problems
 He's quite the barbarian
Form: Rhyme

Caravan

I.

Ghost-wagons roll in the ruts,
Creaking and clattering on,
Passing the villagers’ huts,
Peasants relieved, once they’re gone.

Spirits ten centuries old,
Ghosts of barbarian tribes--
Tribes whose maraudings are told
Shudderingly by old scribes.

II.

Ghost wagons leave with no trace.
Oh, but where is your child?
There he is! But look at his face!
Savage-eyed. Daemonic. Wild.
© Steve Eng  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

The Barbarians

A lovely face with a gorgeous height,
Nibbles the straw with its bemused delight,
Chafed palpitation in bewilderment,
Ticks disaster reeking of harassment;

Look away and miss those voluptuous joints,
Fine lingerie upsets the veiled data points,
Tattoo figures in barbarian flanks,
Badgered innocence and I muse for ranks.

In her feline moves watch for the gait;
Never burn fingers when you see her bait.
© Jai Garg  Create an image from this poem.

The Turbulent Euphrates

The Turbulent Euphrates
Russell Abdur Rahman

The halitosis of Monstrum Luscus Dajjal
Is getting intensed in the air
Turbulent Euphrates!
The floor is swaping the ceiling!
The fairness of contrast,
The moon appeals more than the Sun
Is it an omen? Love in an advent of cattle-ravaged change
Murderer knows no cause of murder, sterile faculty of ration
The earth gets tumulted by the barbarian civilization

The Turbulent Euphrates

The Turbulent Euphrates
Russell Abdur Rahman

The halitosis of Monstrum Luscus Dajjal
Is getting intensed in the air
Turbulent Euphrates!
The floor is swaping the ceiling!
The fairness of contrast,
The moon appeals more than the Sun
Is it an omen? Love in an advent of cattle-ravaged change
Murderer knows no cause of murder, sterile faculty of ration
The earth gets tumulted by the barbarian civilization
Form: Other

Premium Member Nocturnal

Blind to the dark
     circles full moon
          watches in orbit

Aimless rotation
     choice or direction
          revolves around pattern

Leathery wings
     visionless radar
          faceless intuition

Howls in a distant
     barbarian expanse
          alert olive eyes

Kindly conjunction
     shared perception
          silent awareness

***

Triversen,
June 10, 2017 
Copyright © Darren White
Form: Triversen

Premium Member Cow Decorators

The cows hung polka dot curtains on the fences
It was the latest fad
And when the cows in the neighboring paddock
came to look  they told them, "Only cool cows had curtains !!"

So they went to find striped curtains for their fences.
Non-conformist cows steered clear of fabric curtains at all costs
but had the very latest in electric fences.

Barbed wire was archaic and - barbarian.

The coolest of all cows
had no fences.

Suzanne Delaney

Premium Member Speaking of Barbarians

He is a Barbarian, he eats with his fingers
I put down my fried chicken

He dresses strangely. He wears socks with sandals.
I excused myself and hid my socks in their toothpaste drawer.

He blows bubbles in his milk.
To resist temptation, I took the straw out of my glass.

He sounded normal but he wasn’t said my persnickety cousin.
He sounds like me I think.

I say nothing.
Dive under the table
and dig the lint out from in between my toes.

For Rice Only Prostitute Try Their Best

House turns into brothel today, near and dear seems prostitute
glory of saree has lost in clownish luxury, lost their gentle look.
Facebook and Messenger continue to serve them freely thereon
dating, chatting and adultery shows barbarian prostitution.
How will they open cloths! If there any cloth on the breast!
pussy is open without pounds! for rice only prostitute try their best.

N.B. This is the translated form of one of my poetry written in Bengali language.
Form: Narrative

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