Short Pillaged Poems
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clearing rainforests
remorseless profiteering
Mother Earth's face scared
resources raped and pillaged
smoke reaches the distant stars
A rapscallion
Pit Peterson
A sine qua non
Of Village Hay
A Quid pro quo
A Squid or roe
For Aeneid Poe
Of pillaged Bay
winter wolves have eaten the tulips
the wind has pawed and pillaged
small dogs strain on their leashes
a summer storm has ice in its veins
warner airs arrived too late
to save the groundhogs litter
bitter are the fruits
of this fanged season
Cry for us, mother Earth,
For we are the children of the storm.
Cry for us, mother Earth,
For our spirits are broken and our bodies are worn.
Cry for us, mother Earth,
For we have raped and pillaged you.
Cry for us, mother Earth,
So we might heal you.
Cry for us.
Merry go round of life
Plains uncrossed
Peek a boo sites
Attending situations mask
Stories intertwined
Boggling understanding
Waits for the right response
Telling anger to take a stomp
Turn around
Pillaged ground
Looking ahead
Solutions mound
Beckoning corners
Turned
young man, strong man
fool bereft of patience
hot head, father’s dread
calm yourself and study
middle man, worried man
steady on through trial
lean now, pull now
for children yet a while
old man, gray man
weap no tears of sorrow
passion now, rage now
pillaged youth through guile
Form:
My love is like water raped, pillaged, oftentimes abused for being strange
It's steamed with fire, absorbed by earth, consumed in air, churns its own range
But it's given back by all of them for something they need exchanged
For it extinguishes, it shapes, it envelops, it amalgamates leaving nothing deranged
Intently,
I listen for any sounds of Fife or Drum;
But with no visual perception,
I find only muteness of time marching on;
In its own manner it pilfers our memories
Leaving Granite chiseled names,
And pillaged spaces where faces did dwell.
Time bequeaths each a past,
Grants the present millisecond,
And conveys hope of a future.
I remember now!
His name was the Crenshaw Cowboy!
He was the one who told me I descended from kings!
This is why I jump over the fence
Why I kick the fence
We pillaged and burned
Doing only what we needed to survive
So that we could one day tear the fence down and make peace
Or maybe I'm wrong and death is the only way not to kill.
Enlightening my senses like the first wave to the shore.
Illuminating my thoughts like never before.
To see it is true, we need to make a better world for the next generation,
but also we need to make a better next generation for the earth's salvation.
Pillaged by man's hand.
A forest now a wasteland.
We must take a stand.
Honking geese are prodding me,
I have to get out more.
One slice of cake in the fridge
I leave the house
but the image of that cake follows me.
Back home
and someone has pillaged the cake!
I turn, surprised to see a trail
of creamy goo and crumbs
leading to the same door
I left from.
It all seems perfectly clear now;
my stomach has Alzheimer's.
Serried spirits walk on the wind
Paratrooper raindrops collecting courage before descent
Imbibed by your paints, tasting life in your landscape
Heart ablaze, my fantasies have been conquered
Village pillaged by an army of one
Glimmer of my eye tucked in by evening sun
Assigned to your omphalos, war drums curvet
At your touch, I evaporate into song
I cried tears of anguish for the burgeoning.
Tears and sobbing aren't prospering.
I regret all the rambunctious ineptness.
Silver hair and a large head are worthless.
My youth was pillaged, yet my heart tried to beat.
Pulling leaves from a branch is a fun treat.
Is it possible to reclaim my youth?
To tell him the breed of gray-haired man couth.
You warned us against profit and greed,
with deaf ears these warnings; went unheed.
You soul was pillaged and changed,
till your life became so unarranged.
Dry your tears and please don`t dispair,
for your innocent child will start to care.
He maybe standing at the cliffs face,
so just show them-them your lovin` grace.
Forget your fury-forget your outrage,
time to start on a brand new page.
God & Time on Parade
Written: by Tom Wright
11/14/2014
Intently,
I listen for any sounds of Fife or Drum;
But with no visual perception,
I find only muteness of time marching on;
In its own manner it pilfers our memories
Leaving granite chiseled names,
And pillaged spaces where faces once dwelled.
Time bequeaths each a past,
Grants the present Millisecond,
And conveys hope of a future;
My neighbor is a pirate of fame
Who sailed and pillaged from Maine to Spain
I once heard his old parrot mimic
Phrases common to a pirate’s gimmick.
I saw his long broadsword and musket
Looking quite time-worn, used and rustic.
He has a plumed hat, spy glass, boot scraps,
Black eye patch, peg leg and treasure maps.
My neighbor cannot shiver me spine,
He is way too short and only nine.
The city and its steel plant are now "completely liberated" after 531 Ukrainian troops left the site, the Russian defence ministry said.
Completely {
levelled, depopulated, desolated,
despoiled, vandalised, looted, pillaged, plundered,
devastated, desecrated, ravaged, violated, emptied,
laid waste,
razed to the ground,
scorched from the face of the earth,
annihilated, obliterated, eliminated. But
}
Liberated.
There once was a ship,
full of chickens at sea.
They plundered and pillaged,
quite ferociously.
They sat on their perch,
with their ivory white sails.
They were led by a wolf,
with a chicken suit for a veil.
As their numbers declined,
they soon began to see.
He wasn't like the rest,
they could see his big sharp teeth.
One by one they jumped ship,
then the wolf was alone.
With his chickens all gone,
he trolled on back home.
Freedom;
I can wear what I want,
nothing to overcome;
There are places that haunt
overrun with pond scum;
Cover
only when I want to;
Others drown and smother;
Breathe? Something she can’t do;
Back off. She’s my sister;
Every
female should be outraged;
For all of her bravery
she was raped and pillaged;
Branded with memory;
Woman,
beside you I will stand;
We’ll formulate a plan
til’ these men understand
that we too are human.
Amazing how things never meant to be
Can change the course of our history
No one should have shipped the Moors
From Africa to these far-distant shores,
Nor should we have pillaged Indian land
While many were saying, "Ain't it grand!"
I wonder if the so-called race to space
Will turn on us, to our lasting disgrace?
Who can know a great unanswered query
And, if answered, some will be contrary.
written July 20, 2021
I found her again
Broken into naked pieces
Scattered to the heavens
Offered for redemption
There were faded footprints
Echoes of embers' flight
Burned vestiges
Night's pillaged light
I felt love’s ruin
Ashes eating Eden’s seed
Flickering barbs of sacrifice
Life's stillborn dreams
There was still hope
Clinging to blackened feet
Coddling one another
Beneath quivering sheets
I found her again
Midnight makeup bled
I touched her weeping hand
As I knelt beside her bed
Last night I dreamt of pain,
Last night I felt strain,
Last night I heard it rain,
It's something I cant explain,
It was like something was trying to entertain my brain.
All the pain I have suffered,
Must have pillaged my mind,
And rendered me blind,
I felt like I was being confined.
My heart pumping like never before,
I don't know if I can take this anymore,
I felt like I was reliving the cold war,
All I could see was gore,
Blood gushing all over the floor.
A leaf fell from the Maple tree;
Another from the Birch--
A dozen more unhooked themselves
From off their lofty perch.
Some fell to heaps upon the ground;
Others scattered on the breeze--
A few still clung tenaciously
To the nearly barren trees.
And I took the winter as a thief
Since it pillaged every tree--
Recalling just how green and full
The branches used to be.
But then I felt a drop, or two
Reminding me again--
That winter is no place for leaves,
But rather snow, and rain!
~M