Short Barbarian Poems
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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
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
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
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
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
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.
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.!
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!
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
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.
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.
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
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
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
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
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.
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.