Short Hostilities Poems
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For whom the bell tolls
this vibrato of iron
an ancient message
steeped in holy tradition
hostilities at an end.
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Coarse and contrived
Sterilized pride
Deaden
Absent and aloof
Formalized spoof
Leaden
Surly and wry
Hostilities nigh
Redden
Distrust and dissent
Predestined event
Armageddon
Sittin' in the town square strummin' me ole gitar
People throw things like sharp instruments, lit cigars
Money's preferred
For the joy that I serve
But some people take their hostilities too far
Nighttime is when we sum up the day's activities
Solving all the days' problems, ignoring the hostilities
At times our mind wanders
Into uncharted waters
Then back to Earth and reestablish my sillities
Maybe this year will see an end of hostilities
The world needs a break what are the possibilities
Probably zero to none
Putting war on the run
Us humans certainly have the capabilities
© Jack Ellison 2016
Whenever you apply
Yourself, always remember
You're it, rely
On talents, center
On your abilities
Making that legal-tender,
Remember your responsibilities
Ultimately you'll deny
Disabilities, all hostilities.
too much hostilities
in all the big cities
and all the small towns
they have their own frowns
there's too many guns
for fathers and sons
people are dying
many are lying
shootings are on the rise
and way too many cries
guns are selling like hotcakes
our protection no mistakes
U.S. becoming bloody
making our future muddy
The hate that uglifies a sweet face
The betrayal that makes trust fade
The enmity that isolates
The sadism that inflicts hate
The envy that breeds futile hostilities
The grudges that darkens memories
The jealousy that erodes satiety
The ill-will rewarded with vanity
The long distances, weights and heights
Don't weigh us down like the burdens of the heart
Handshakes,kisses and fond farewell
with destiny's tears ,no thing could quell
Explosives whistled all around
where red petals now colour the ground
Lives sacrificed for us,now free
lie quiet as blossom from a tree
Each requiem slowly brought a tear
stripping each sense of its veneer
Crysanthemums now lie on each grave
thus did fortune favour the brave
THE PROPHET.
When Elijah comes again,
We'll all turn the page of sin,
He is not the Lord,
But a voice of awe,
Heaven above, Earth below,
Fire within, ever to glow,
Divine life and love on Planet Earth,
Flames of gifts, new life to birth,
One vision and one dream,
Amity and no more bigotry,
One global fellow humanity,
Ceasing hostilities, such sin,
When Elijah comes again.
Oh night owl
My constant companion
With luminescent eye's
Piercing through full moon
To ward off vampires and
werewolves alike
And notify an early warning
alert call
Slayers to arm's
Silver , Garlic
Stakes , Crosses
At the ready
Battle commences at the stroke
of dusk
And ends when the sun rises
For those who survive
Only to resume hostilities
tomorrow night again
Beware! in our own confines - a predator
hiding without so much as a warm hello,
Persona non grata veils its character.
It’s green with greed and jealously pale yellow;
our words give vent to this parasite-fellow.
A proud remnant perhaps of a life once led,
it bleeds blue with glowing spots of angry red.
Banning this contender for hostilities!
we’re obliged, as it rears his hoary, gray head,
to bid: Begone! with your animosities.
March 31, 2014
This poem doesn’t want to get written.
It’s fighting with all that it’s got.
Apostrophes, commas,
Their daddies and mamas
Are joining to give it a shot.
I’m dragging each word that’s resisting
And plunking it down on the page.
So every letter
I’ve forced, with a fetter,
To take its place up on the stage.
This poem didn’t want to get written.
Its protests were lusty and loud
But the pencil I wield
Made hostilities yield
For the poet’s compulsion’s unbowed.
LET GO
Drift away to the land of distant peace
Let go of your stress and many worries
As though they were nothing but old wax
Forever melting like a burning candle
Give no thought to those who upset you
They are not worthy of your allegiance
Nor can they be understanding allies
Let them go away with their hostilities
Let go of all your strong fears
They need not control your life
Be not a coward when fears attack
Regardless of their appearances-Let Go!
All my inspiration
Comes from my lack of medication
If not for my ball of nerves
I would never have any words
To put down as a rhythmic flow
And enable me to keep my mind in tow
I can’t say for sure
But writing has become my cure
It’s the essence that boils my blood
And keeps me fighting in the world’s mud
But when the hostilities cease
Will I still be able to keep my lease
That being the little talent
Becoming very gallant
In my hand
To the growing book on my nightstand?
Form:
Let’s break down the wall between the races
Stop the hate and hostilities man now faces
Recognize that we are really witnessing crimes
Not unlike the ones seen during the Bible times
Filled with suspicion, prejudice, and demeaning
A world demanding an overhaul and a cleaning
Is there hope that our state will change direction?
Will we have to wait for the next general election?
Let’s hope that the good and not the bad prevails
And that world’s decisions are prudent and evil fails.
A dying humanity,
Broken minds and souls.
Steeped with profanity,
And ill-gotten goals.
Some stuck on stupid,
From tales of the past.
No modern day Cupid,
Can make your love last.
Blood, slings, and arrows,
Are cast to and fro.
Our sympathy narrows,
While hostilities grow.
A barrage sown with hate,
No one can defend.
We soon tempt our fate,
With an uncertain end.
Lest hope springs eternal,
We're destined to fall.
Just another sad journal,
And the death of us all.