Short Combatants Poems
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A rental car ought be comfy
not crimped, cramped or bumpy
Oohs and Aahs ~ save them for pageants
Roominess now mine; you keep the combatants
Their fists were of furious intent,
But backs were too aged and bent.
It wasn't the seizing,
But rather the wheezing,
That both to the hospital sent.
What has become of reason
Seems it’s completely out-of-season
A tiny push, an unintended shove ~
Today’s combatants take off the gloves
The shadows lie
Deep in the valley
Crossed swords of battling timber
Contortionist combatants
Struggling to reach a sun
Bobbing and weaving
In their midst
Nature’s mother
Caring for all
He lays motionless
Amid the browning leaves
his tiger striped coat
More than a disguise
The bird feeder
Drew the combatants
A swaying dance floor
Scattering its bounty
He would wait
Stragglers would come
Eagerly anticipating
A last call
He would provide it
Hearts pounding, alarms sounding
Threats abounding
Tempers flaring, horns blaring
Demons swearing
Pulses thrumming, fingers drumming
Epiphany coming
Pressure soaring, oceans roaring
Combatants warring
Ho-Hum -- Another Day
In Electronic Paradise
An uneasy truce hovers in the air
combatants tense, no soldier dares
to catch a minute's sleep
the price of that, far too steep
Minutes pass, they feel like hours
searchlights flare o'er watchtowers
The truce so far's held half a night
soldiers curse to mask their fright...
Wars will end
when
the combatants decide
to
stop fighting
and attend poetry READINGS
The brave fighters of
this world
are sometimes into verse(Patton was)
The power to win hearts
lies in the poets words
So all of you
versifiers out there
in the darkness
get together and
win the battle
for the angry souls
of the world
who await your much needed nstructions
Blood,
fires from my pen
like a well shot round
14 karat penetration,
mighty wound of
self aggression
Letters,
reducing armies
into a special force
Time dying,
as mortared ink strikes
the page
The raw edge of battle,
...new combatants die,
leaving their mark
Cursive warriors of the
spoken word,
martyred sentinels of a bigger truth,
—walking the line
(Richmond Virginia: December, 2002)
Eight men
One objective
Countouts holds the combat
In penalty for 2 minutes
Disqualification holds the
Combatants for 4 minutes
( they gotta get it in)
Mid way through four men
Will team for one score
That team to them divide
( they say it's the same song
Just the harmony is different)
Two teams no DQ
Two teams no countout
Team Challenge
Last two men
Winner takes all
Bankday Brawl
Trophy Series
Tally up the scores.
How would the world react,
too the verity of Al-'Alaq?
Would the unbelievers believe,
would the dissenters assent,
would combatants humble thyselves?
I've seen the bloodstone,
i've held it many times...
i've written about it...discreetly,
in a short series called,Laskrizon,
many have quested,many have questioned,
but,the one thing you cannot
........is doubt,
once you behold it's wonderful uniqueness...
*sura 96
The two combatants were
Cast in a deceitful duel
Enmeshed in the charming world
Of wounded psyche’s
Where thoughts
Take arms and batter one another
I opened the heavy fire door
On my private inferno
My chest decorated
Rows of gleaming medals
Much like a Russian General
Each medal signifying some special action
A cowardly special action
So I yield my chest, my body
To the executioners, I willingly do it,
Because that’s what soldiers do.
Christmas season's in December
Thanksgiving weekend's in November
The Playoffs claim October, Halloween aside
True-blue baseball fans all aboard for the ride
Combatants' senses sharp, nerve ends tingle
Concessionaire's cash pockets jingle
Green diamond fields - hoary haunts of yesteryear
Fading memories of heroes past - atmosphere
The tension mounts before each game
Players ante up for fame
Emotions yo-yo - stomach's butterflies
'Play ball!' the call ~ It's do or die