Short Blood And Guts Poems
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When People Will Fight
What people will do when they fight,
After experiencing and seeing sight;
Blood and guts;
Bruises and cuts;
Never have forgotten all the freight.
Jim Horn
The most dangerous critter is the lowly mosquito
Spreading nasty germs round the world, my amigos
Need to squish them flat
With a swat and a splat
Watch for blood and guts all over your chemise-o
attention seeking
valentine roses
scarlet cone flower
embarrassed faces
Santa Claus suit
strawberry wine
fire engine
sweet tomato
ripest melon
blood and guts
confidence
self esteem
jazzy
stop sign
red
What have we got today,
The world has gone astray,
Why cant we all be happy,
Instead of war lets play,
Blood and guts is not a sight, we really want to see,
Why cant we enjoy life, its for you and its for me,
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The most dangerous critter is the lowly mosquito
They spread nasty germs round the world, mes amigos
Need to squish them flat
With a swat and a splat
Watch for blood and guts all over your chemise-o
© Jack Ellison 2015
Lieutenant General Georgie Patton also known as "Old Blood and Guts"
Was so eccentric and egotistical that many people thought him nuts!
His armored divisions delivered relief to the beleaguered at Bastogne,
But to hear him tell it, you'da thunk the SOB had done it alone!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
The tracks long abandoned now
weeds growing between their rails
tracks that once brought sheep and cows
thousands of workers with lunch pails
The stockyards closed 'bout seventy-one
technology spelling their doom
Buried beneath those acres of grounds
stories of blood and guts and passions bloomed
A spectacle they were to see
Their niche in history sure to be
What is Peace
Peace is not the product of terror or fear.
Peace is not the silence of cemeteries.
Peace is not the silent result of violent repression.
Peace is the generous,
tranquil contribution of all to the good of all.
Peace is dynamism.
Peace is generosity.
It is right and it is duty.
However, sometimes it take
blood and guts,
sorrow,
soul searching,
chastising,
even war,
to achieve
what is peace.
It results from a violent act.
The men charge the field and scream attack.
A contract written in blood.
Doesn’t end because no one runs.
Blood and guts are spilled.
All around people being killed.
A man flies into the sky.
From a bomb that blew nearby.
Every second things get worse.
So much destruction but what is it worth.
All that’s left is destruction and chaos.
Not knowing in the end that they have all failed us.
Fearless Soldiers
Blood and guts fly all around.
Everywhere death screams its sound.
Fearless soldiers still abound.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 26, 2010
Poetic form: Englyn
Poetic Form: Englyn Milwr (The Soldier’s Englyn) REFERENCES follow:
http://blogs.warwick.ac.uk/zoebrigley/entry/the_measures_of_1/
http://jpicforum.info/types-of-poetry/englyn-milwr-680.html
Lines: 3; Syllable count per line: 7,7,7; Rhyme pattern: A,A,A
A lifeless body twitching
lying on the ground
With blood and guts folding out
among the cold firm ground
Your wounded eyes beam among
the image on a cross
Thinking of the ones you love
and the life that you had lost
Trying to breathe is getting hard
knowing you talk to much
But you ask God for one last prayer
families heart you wish to touch
You have explored down demon trails
and made up very well
But seeing you forgave no one
you will follow their trails to hell
Serious night dreams,
Have invaded my space.
Annoying and scary,
Have to put back in place.
Running away,
Blood and guts,
Repetitive dreams.
Wakes me up,
Startled in the dream.
Not normal for me,
My dreams tend to be free.
Relaxing and dissociative,
Like a movie.
Projected on my screen.
Left over,
From another night's dream.
Can sit through it all,
Perhaps popcorn.
While avoiding the serious night dreams.
O, What is Man
but a speck on the ocean
evanescence on land
As many as the grains of sand on the seashore
are man's acts of cruelty, his blood-and-guts wars
What on Earth is man truly here for?
The answer to this question plagues
philosophers and kings... all those who would
solve the riddle of this 'God-thing'
While the Lord leans back and waits --
He's all the time in the World --
'Til Man understands
He's the work of God's Hands