Short Warlike Poems
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Yikes it's minus 15 degrees this morning
Are we being punished, is this a dire warning
For our warlike obsession
Our constant aggression
Methinks our species is misunderstanding
Gabby wailful goes wane
Gassy wagtail
Gruff white-livered
Grudging walleyed
Grubby wanton
Grouchy warlike
Great weasel
Gross-out wicked
Grizzle whiney
Going in will-o'-the-wisp
Going with his big baby
All bombs cause destruction exemplifying
fanatic ghastly heartless infamous
jar, kindling loathe, machination nefarious
operations pitilessly quashing
rabid sanguineous tyranny, uncivilized violence,
warlike xenophobia, yielding zilch!
Wife has picked a fight.
No holds barred! Man, she's a sight,
screaming through the night.
Warlike wife's wild words:
"You vile, vicious, cranky cur!"
He growled and bit her!
Janice Canerdy
big and badass mammal
bluff and warlike charges
bold most untouchable
brave dominant creatures
brawn and fierce the Polar
based predators on earth
baby cubs lovable
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The Bear is my subject
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Warlike streams of rage flow through me.
I am primed and ready for whatever else they have in mind.
On the edge of my seat, waiting.
Hoping they will try something.
Picturing myself leaping on their shoulders
And biting off their ears.
Praying they will show back up.
We are all probably lucky that they do not.
Frost covers paper faces and flat places in the spaces where the captain no longer paces.
Solset to solrise the dans macabre of a shattered fleet which no longer flies.
Drifting through dead skies: short, snow-white men with open, staring eyes.
No carrion crow to peck, no undertaker spies;
This floating museum of a warlike planets' demise.
The mirror is my enemy,
But used to be my friend.
The past is gone forever
And it’s no use to pretend.
Reality’s reflected
And it’s not a pretty sight.
I rarely feel defeated
But I’ve given up the fight.
I’ve hit on a solution –
I just shouldn’t even glance
Into any type of mirror
Under any circumstance.
In a warlike situation,
When you’re entering the fray,
Let your common sense remind you –
Keep your enemies at bay!
The sun
Has come again
After having been shunned
By the fury of warlike clamor
Of guns.
It was
Time for cease fire
Tired of the endless
Clashes of unyielding powers
Oppressed.
Now calmed
Wishing the coming
Of the spring season's charm
Washing off the grind in showers
Disarmed.
Breathing
The sweet fragrances
Of new found wider views
That melt the ice and see our hopes
Renewed.
By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 03.15.10