Squadrons Poems | Examples

Here Smells Hell

Hell smells on this nice land
Land where there is severe killing
Killing of innocent people

People hating their neighbors
Neighbors with grudge
Grudge against everything

Everything has decayed. 
Decayed, as morals are in danger
Danger of living on this land

Land with endless fire
Fire from the morning until in the evening
Evening, when death squadrons chop and shoot
 
Shoot and set ablaze fellow humans
Humans stand in the inglenook watching the burning of men
Men observing humans terminating fellow comrades 
Comrades are in hell here. 

Poem by N. Mugisho

Aquarium

Dim tunnels curve a segmented ocean.
Bat-winged feeding specters
browse glass. Scaly hulls
blow gas tanks. Rainbow skimmers
flick and soar.

A child’s sweet nose pressed
against a face so horrible,
bubbles of fear pop
in my brain.

Above us, jellyfish swim,
dendritic minds dangling.
tentacles of electric awareness.

Sharks circle waiting to be fed.
shark lovers, perhaps fantasying’
swimming in and out
of their bloody teeth.

It’s a movie - we gawp and admire,
shiver and savor
between margins of beauty
and grotesque gulping’s.

Red and blue squadrons
of directional floor arrows,
lead us out into the light -

a place that some believe
is a safer landscape.

Aquarium

Dim tunnels curve a segmented ocean.
Bat-winged feeding specters
browse glass. Scaly hulls
blow, rainbow skimmers
flick and shimmer.

A child’s sweet nose pressed
against a face so horrible,
bubbles of fear pop
in my brain.

Above us, jellyfish swim,
dendritic minds dangling.
tentacles of electric awareness.

Sharks circle waiting to be fed.
shark lovers, perhaps fantasying
swimming in and out
of bloody teeth.

It’s a movie - we gawp and admire,
shiver and savor
between margins of beauty
and grotesque gulping’s.

Red and blue squadrons
of directional floor arrows,
lead us out into the light -
a place that some believe
is a safer landscape.

Cross Demons

I had a dream that squadrons of crosses were falling from heaven,
upon striking the ground they instantly turned into demons
Wielding scythes, they began cutting down the screaming masses. 
I was crouched in the foothills watching as blood came flowing down.
One of the cross-demon people took notice as I turned to run. 
 I awoke kicking the sheets. Just before it struck me.

After that dream, I can't imagine being on the tribulation short list. 
To be whisked up into heaven..
No sir, I think I'll be mingling with cross-demons
screaming and dropping F bombs.
   



based on a true dream

Aquarium

Dim tunnels curve a segmented ocean.
Bat-winged feeding specters
browse glass. Scaly hulls
blow gas tanks. Rainbow skimmers
flick and soar.

A child’s sweet nose pressed
against a face so horrible,
bubbles of fear pop
in my brain.

Above us, jellyfish swim,
dendritic minds dangling.
tentacles of electric awareness.

Sharks circle waiting to be fed.
shark lovers, perhaps fantasying’
swimming in and out 
of bloody teeth.

It’s a movie - we gawp and admire,
shiver and savor 
between margins of beauty
and grotesque gulping’s. 

Red and blue squadrons
of directional floor arrows,
lead us out into the light -
a place that some believe 
is a safer landscape.

Muttering Mosquitoes

mosquitoes mutter
against the backyard deck screens
they say let us in

kamakazie rain
drops shower on their squadrons 
that's evolution

life just comes and goes
as if of it's own accord
and the humans dream

as if tomorrow
will always be there for us
we're just one species


stan sand

The Last Frailty

monstrous sound slashes silence              
the bellow of a giant beast, 
or the flutter of a thousand wings
elevations and indiscriminate creed will not heed
sinister stirs the mix, the rise of wicked’s extravagance
black feathers flutter and bewilder against the palest frontier
the mock of a starlings flight, the fall in a sparrow’s might
countless sullen wings unfold, to rally their squadrons for show
a mobbing cry meets a redeeming sky, 
their rising tones mimic heaven heralding high
contrast to the core, countless black rap-tor destroy
the fading blue sapphire display
a rebel twist in the storm suspends them again, harbingers dawning
a verge of wonder, stands close  
the small dark outlines, bask a golden shine   
peripheries slight motion, a graceful shimmer
perched as an alert, the slight snap of fingers
a single feather cascades, turning in the elegant dance of a ballerina's descent
laying at the step vaguely pointing to the entrance,
the pride of a black bird,
there is no place for an Omen here,
the last frailty, is my secret near and dear

Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

Irony In the Sky

White chevron squadrons usher in spring
With squawking and honking and flapping of wings.
Their return brings a weekend to revel in fun.
The locals all love it, and hundreds more come!
But the poor migrant snow goose must be sorely perplexed;
Revered on one weekend, then slaughtered the next!

Angels

Angels

Now is the season of angel eyes,
into our hearts and minds at night.
Now is the season for change in our lives.

Squadrons of angels take to flight
where skies are clear and stars guide way
into our hearts and minds at night.

These are the angels of modern day,
heralding changes for the Earth.
Where skies are clear and stars guide way.

They sing of a world with love's rebirth
with voices that lull the human ear
heralding changes for the Earth

To human beings they come quite near
they whisper words of hope and love
with voices that lull the human ear.

We can be touched by beings above.
Now is the season of angel eyes.
They whisper words of hope and love.
Now is the season for change in our lives.

12/14/16

The Meadow

THE MEADOW

Spread
Neath umbilical sky
On nutrient Earth
She stands alone this noon

Surrounding woods
Mountains
Distant structures
Seem to encase the lush green plot
Have taken on a sunny sheen

Then there is this peaceful babbling brook  
                                                 running through
                                 sparkling
                                             wetly whispering

GOD! 
What an ecstatic vision!

But wait!

Come
Lie down on fairy moment’s colorful hay
Smell the wild flowers
Hum a happy tune
Then         Listen!

Oh!
Below!

A wild bacchanal defames all empyrean image

Slither-slide –
Bunnies    mice POP!
Bees      dragonflies
Winged squadrons buzzing BANZAI!

A billion glassy eyes of every size
Looking for kill
Or pre-empting demise
Shiny black bugs on nature’s green rug

                   Distant

The sound a staccato wheeze
A high    wire din
Like one hundred tortured violins

Then rise
Return to that simpler view
Smile in wonder
That nothing in nature is static
And wonder what’s going on inside of you?

Dave Austin

Hive

The Queen
obvious to all who dare notice,
knows no peer.
Drones rush in to orbit in frenetic
sublimation;   workers dutifully push
the floor buttons of departure
destinations,
releasing squadrons of gatherers
eager to conquer cubicles of source
data.

The Queen    with mysterious grace,
wisely chooses reproduction mates
with visionary lineal accomplishment;

handheld devices whir complex
commands.

......not a word uttered

                                in the elevator.



04/06/16

Chritmas Mosquitoes

Christmas Mosquitoes

Twas the night before Christmas
That would make it Christmas Eve
Squadrons of mosquitoes were following me
Outside on the lawn, no ice or snow
This is Florida don't you know
My spouse and I had just dunked our heads
In a vat of bug repellent and started to bed  
We became surrounded and began to pray                     
The buzzing got closer anyway
Mosquitoes treat bug spray like marinade
They targeted us and began their parade
The Mrs. just finished her whiskey night cap
Staggered to bed without a road map
On the way she lit candles about the house
Though it was so dark and she had her doubts
We don't have candles, only TNT
Lets see if insects like to feed on these
Merry Christmas to all except the mosquito
We scratched their last itch and made it finito

Ride In the Blue Ridge

It seems as if some bold designing hand
With black and silver ribbon tied the hills--
Tied by squeezing in the pliant land,
And left a concrete bow beside the mills.

I skimmed old roads both straight and serpentine.
Before me rose the ground in squadrons lined--
In mighty columns of advancing green
They split, fled past and joined themselves behind.

The distant pines in sudden patches sprang
To sing a martial hymn for me below.
Endurance in the elements they sang
A solemn song I was too fast to know.

And fertile seeds of hamlets dotted fields
With white and red--and lent a bustling din
Of bells  and hammers where a valley yields
To yellow corn, to foreign soot, to men.

I stopped to see the misty mountains rise
In blue and gray above the ribbon strand.
Their solid stillness melting into skies
Aroused a sadness I could understand.

Rooks At Dusk

In brooding dusk they gather from the East
Arrive in twos and threes upon the trees.
Autumn beeches, now devoid of leaves,
Begin to darken as the branches heave
And teem with animated rooks.

And jackdaws too, all jockeying for space,
Amid this vibrant, raucous, corvid mass,
Jostling, shifting, squabbling for pride of place,
To raise their voices, demand attention
Speaking freely in this parliament.

When sunset beckons they slip the air
In charcoal squadrons to the field below
Where, in serried ranks along each furrow,
They bow and scrape in search of meagre fare
For supper and the long dark night.

The leader signals, adjourns the meeting –
Vast clouds arise, a thousand wings beating,
Driven as a single being, Westward
To their high swaying roost – murmur greeting,
Huddle together against the cold.

American Universe

A long time ago in a galaxy 
far far away.  .  .  .
There was a Dark side,
and an equally Light side,
With the Force of Universe!

We have Klingon on our tail 
Captain!
It is illogical to assume their 
intention as hostile,
Chief Engineer full power to 
shields and Phaser 
torpedoes...
To go into battle where no 
man has done before. 

Viper Squadron to Galactica 
we have multiple Ceylons 
approaching.  .  .
Deploy all gun turrets and 
Battlestation everyone,. . .
Send out Red and Blue Viper 
Squadrons. . . 
Sorry Commander we only 
have the Mark II squadron on 
standby.  . .

Stardate 201184 we are now 
entering Prison colony sector 
Alpha31,
Prepare for landing and recon 
Marines,
We have an intruder on 
board the ship, an Alien form,
Do not kill it! I want this 
creature alive. . .

Humans have been to the 
point of extermination,
And Skynet has control of the 
whole planet except a few 
rebels,
And their fearsome leader 
one John Conner,
But the T2000 Terminator will 
be back!

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