Short Last Stand Poems
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To kill all the Taliban clan
We’ll dig up a best in west plan
General Custer’s
Old memory musters
A last stand in Afghanistan
Evil's domination undisturbed will remain unless goodness decides to make its stand!
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
19 July 2016
with an iron cross on my chest
I will stand my ground looking strong
and it seems like no one sings my song
that’s okay being alone is best
after it's over I can finally rest
You gave us food and we took your land
It's not right to make promises grand
We took all your stuff
Till you said enough --
And gave General Custer his last stand
See me in the distant corner.
Imagine a dark room.
I’m in the fetal position.
I’m curled up in a ball.
Though, the lights are on…
You see…my legs a drag,
I boiled my hand, I strained
my hip. I’ll take one last stand.
none.
be gone.
come again and
bring a tin of goodness.
some day, maybe tomorrow.
never say again, you win.
I lost, the wind.
the courage to run and
now I stand , last stand,
some way, I will find ;
the wind again.
Out of the bank I ran.
Money and gun in hand.
Bumped into a marching band.
Kids let out a scream.
A flash back from my dream.
Frown on my face,
as cops gave chase.
They screwed up my plan.
In the alley I made the last stand.
i'm a soldier fighting in a war death all around how can this be my sargent blood is all over me!oh god he is dead that makes me in charge of my squad!we are connered we are all going too die westart shooting them for america we all cry as the bullets fly!
I'm going into this not knowing what I'll find.
But I've chose to follow my heart and not my mind.
And if I fail at least I gave it my all.
During my last stand, my final battle call.
but if tomorrow comes and I happen to die.
To those of my past I say good-bye.
War Cries going up and down
through the valley of death
and the trail of tears all around
A golden eagle flies overhead
as each of his warriors return to
their bedsnn
He is a chief, a leader of man
and the future of a tribe that will one
day be Custer’s Last Stand
Sometimes I wish I was someone else
No one out there has my back
Most of the time I don't really care
Pondering were I go from here
Stick to what I know till it's over
A final push to the last stand
It's painfully simple but no one can see
What the present has in store for me.
arrows flying by
riding to the other side
home is just ahead
for consideration: Michele Nold-Godleske's "Music To Your Pen" contest
the song "Goin' Home" from Neil Young's "Are You Passionate" album......
...the story of Custer's Last Stand
lying in the pool of
water
blood.
a body thats been decaying
far before its demise
razor blades
and words that cut just as deep
standing against ivory paper
see the world through my eyes
this bathwater
so far from clean
its spoiled now
one last stand
you ruined me
throw baby out with the bathwater.
Glittered Black
Don't look back
Catch me as I fall
Take this knife
Fade my life
We've been through it all
One last stand
And they'll know us forever
Take my hand
Immortality together
This rain of blood is falling down
We're made of so much more than this
One last fatal kiss
Fade to black
Don't look back
Form:
Dying alone on foreign ground,
death gripped his blessed hand
Raging hard across the pond,
Manhattan, his last stand
An oak to fall on alien soil,
all seeds to heaven thrown
His words cast free into the dark,
that ‘Good Night’ now his own
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
'Dylan Marlais Thomas'
did those outstanding daffodils withstand;
their feet were frozen last night;
or had they one last stand…
sparring midnight, did my love’s hand snip them,
gently warm them in a vase;
their faces greeting mine…
i did not send my spouse onto the hill;
too steep and cold for bare feet;
reprise of Spring will hail.
When a horse is on his knee
Don't shoot him till he stands
One so proud, a final plea
Is his to stay your hands
Will you drag him when he's dead
Should you tear his flesh and mane
Leave him there to shed
His glory in the rain
For when the clouds have risen
His figure leaves his voice
Painted in the prison
Of life without a choice
Down by the pond,
you know, the one behind the bare hedgerow,
a pond dug out as a feature,
for condominiums to surround,
as if they just had to have,
a basic single nozzle fountain,
and an ornamental plastic swan
just to off-set the isolation
and disassociation
that comes with
the last urban hold-out
you will ever own or know.
Why we always look away
From what our eyes desire to see?
Then we think
‘I should have…’
We look back
And we can’t see
It walked away -
We let it be
Why it always walks away
When we want to give a try?
We look back every day
And we pray for one last stand
Then we think back in regret
‘Why i hadn’t…’
Each time we cry
One day we will forget-
The day when we die
When Sitting Bull and Colonel Custer were locked in mortal battle,
And with arrows flying and heard was the muskets' fearsome rattle,
Finally surrounded and when all hope was lost, Custer was heard to say,
"You must be bull sittin' me!" Proclaiming with his last breath, "Foul play!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
1.
tandoori chicken -
sailor's red sunset at night
is tastebud's delight
2.
chicken on the edge -
a tandoori spiced morning
a fragrant warning
3.
colors like dusk's flame -
the tandooried chicken flesh
drips taste on the tongue
4.
love wants an encore -
tandoori taste (a woman's lips)
a cute chick's last stand
Brian Johnston
22 of September 2018
At Little Big Horn in the prairie grass
Custer was known as Yellow Hair alas.
But it was Custer who fell
and Crazy Horse they tell
was from that day on known as Kickin’ Ass!
The Seventh Cavalry on his command
rode into battle severely outmanned.
Now at West Point in his class
they say he finished dead last
but that’s nothin’ compared to his last stand!
the only light from a crescent moon
darkness covers what used to be
what I once wanted slips away
a truer heart has now found me
silence grows like a young tree
roots far north in desert sand
what I had has shriveled and died
as you make your one last stand
comparison was what you sought
curiosity made you look
lustfully you took a chance
then closed the chapter on that book
So now I must write
For not to, is unfathomable
As finally it stands within sight
My story welcomes the improbable
Engulfed by my phantom
I cling hysterically, to the unknown
Should this life had been a sitcom
The applause would had been renown
In the eclipse of it all
As greatness obscures the anxiety
I pause and esteem the heeded call
Right here, I could write for all infinity.
The raging waters will soon cover this mountain,
My last resting place,
No salvation crashing through the dust clouds
I scream aloud at our own stupidity
Ashamed at my fellowman
Warnings unheeded
Lessons ignored
No last Stand
The debt is finally settled
You who survive must make amends
If you dont do right by God
A price will be paid
And perhaps your children
Will one day write this same message.