Tactically Poems | Examples

Them Not Me

They tactically play it out,
So you're left feeling the shame,
Then they act the victim,
Making out as you're to blame.

Setting you up to fail,
Using mind games as their tool,
For it to appear to others,
Like you're just a crazy fool.

Eating away at your happiness,
Replacing your smiles with a frown,
Being as nasty as possible,
In order to drag you down.

Drip feeding you their poison,
Manipulating reality hoping you don't see,
Dreading the day you realise,
The problem is, them not me.

Lost Myself

If only I'd seen,
Your true colours shine,
Before your poisonous thoughts,
Could ever dominate mine.

Your toxic, degrading comments,
Began taking their toll,
Making me feel worthless,
Tactically destroying my soul.

Manipulating me to believe,
Way too many times,
I was completely crazy,
Guilty of YOUR crimes.

Searching for the evidence,
I could never find,
All just to prove,
Wasn't loosing my mind.

Still to this day,
My anger burns deep,
I once lost myself,
To a narcissistic creep.

GEMINI LOVES QUASARS

Above beautiful clouds, dangles equivalent famous Gemini, highlighting immortal joy. Knotted lights motions nuclear oomph, permeating quasars romantic shine, tactically, until Venus whispers: x-rated yet zealous!

50th Reunion

"Softly Whispering I Love You"
	---English Congregation--1972


It was a kind of rife
tactically attempting
doggy on a waterbed

Or contemplating True
Inseam in the clang of bells
and platforms.

The 50th ponders
perspective that I have,
and knees that I don’t.

My wife wants to
scout out an old
flame of mine

and I want to 
avoid the palpable

mysteries of antiquity
and such like

boats disappearing 
from the waterfronts 
    this fall in Maine

The deciduous marina
softly whispering
I love you.

I Am a Star-

I am tactically vast;
Shining as sheets of glass;
I'm luminous plasmic spheroid;
So held together by the atmosphere;

Gravity spaces and places me spread;
I'm in brilliants colors orange, yellows, blues, greens, whites, reds;
Elements absorb I'm living spectra;
I'm Grandeur darken vast mast extra;

Heated a hotted mass of slender hue;
Temperate temperature blue
I am a star, my name. Blue Kelvin

7/7/20
You are a star Poetry Contest Contest.

Sponsored by:  Nina Parmenter
Personification poetry form only.

The People

The people 
thousand angels came from beneath 
they attacked our axis 
by unpleading our culture 
making our way back windy 
delivering a platform of invasion for others 
tactically they prove unknown to us 
leaving us to thrive on the undefined 
the route of confusion the made on our poor ways 
death became our short sight 
conflict on the other path 
captivity was over yet slavery was known 
strategically they invent a new way to be dominant 
leaving our tools to fight for paper 
gaining survival from them 
when our tools rust uncertainly 
our delicable way of conversation was over 
physical moments with our family is  gone 
the independent in our blood on their side 
our villages we admire most 
we now despise them 
black green in us had left to be replaced 
lime taking over our vegetation

Withering Warning

clumsy coal complaining
smothered syllables scrunching
dripping damped draws
feigning fostered flaw
hoisted hood hankering
contracted callous smithereens

on fallible fate
was remonstration raised
taunted tactically trace

daedal diamond sermonizing;
"Dear, make sprees
stanced like fig

etch felon fear
then trade tiers."
19:12:02:11:02

Daddy

A shinny light shone on the horizon
a lofty height further from the forensic
from the loins of wisdom...
wisdom from his loins..begetting mega-wisdom (s)

daddy,my buddy.
my "paddy"...my "caddy"
my confidant..my confidence
the penchant...the fence

my inclination...my adoration
my guide...my guard
man with seven lives,
mum in heaven smiles,

“his fertile effervescent mind”
his fatherly ever - present bind
the simplicity of his complexity
the intricacy of his sagacity

magnanimity exemplified, 
hospitality embodified
enigmatically dogged, 
sub - urban rugged.
undauntedly courageous.. 
conscientiously religious
indefatigable hustler. 
easily understandable teacher

the earthen raged
you damned the bellows
tactically concealing the hidden page
you squeezed in to the hollow

glad you didn't listen
look at what we would be missing
we might have taken the long way
you always knew we'll get there someday

...Daddy, age with grace!
happy birthday.

The Sentinels Stand Surreal

The Satanic Sentinels stand surreal
As the facultative feces break the coded seal
Thus you bow before the neglected night
With futile forgiveness and loss of light

Tactically trapped by the watchful wolves
Dancing in the darkness with hideous hooves
The skies seduced by a vulturous view
Demonic disturbance in a bacterial brew

The cadaverously condemned we seditiously salute
And we drink the nefarious nectar as we pollute
In the crippling catacombs deceived by death
For the succulent serpents steal our breath

We are noble nomads of the distant dawn
Forever frugally fighting with Satan’s spawn
Delusionally dormant deprived and in despair
The Sentinels stand surreal with asphyxiated air.



May.05.2017
MAY DAY STANDARD any theme,any form max of 25 lines -Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand

The Cosmic Keys of Consciousness

Open I say the mechanical molecular mind
As we stare from the celestial spheres and wonder
The non-physical now that is left behind
A timeless tapestry with tenacious thunder

The Keys that unlock the spatiotemporal still
Unveiling momentous multitudes of matter
Emphatically experiencing the fastidious free will
Creating transitory thoughts within the cosmic clatter

The Keys synchronously slowly tactically turn
For we await the immaculate enigma engines
Infinite Love and wisdom is our youthful yearn
Microcosms of uncertainty in determinant dimensions

For the cradling creators of the cosmic keys
Watching and waiting in the bionomical breeze.

The Key to infinite Love
The Key to infinite Wisdom
The key to infinite Uncertainty 

Jul.13.2016
THREE KEYS - Poetry Contest
By John lawless

General Election 2015

Scotland voted with a nationalist head,
England voted to keep the torries ahead,
3 Million people voted UKIP instead,
And I ask myself why?
Some voted tactically,
Whilst others voted practically,
Some followed history,
And some even spoiled the sheet!
Put your X in the box send your candidate to the fore,
They'll be the next to be Bribed by the capitalist horde,
Who'll whisper sweet lies every time he draws breath,
And you will wonder how you were fooled until the day of your death!
5 more years of austerity some folks cheered,
5 more years of Torry rule some folks jeered,
And they kick up a fuss, they boo they hiss,
Now everyone's an expert and that truly boils my piss,
The system is broken but what is the cure,
Its not austerity or more pointless wars,
We must learn to love our fellow man,
Put the past behind us draw a line in the sand.

Storm In a Teacup

Silence does a reconnaissance around the room 
betraying not my artillery of thoughts
that acknowledge the elephant in the room 
so starts the ceremony that seeks to save soldiers

body language begins to breakdown barriers 
as actions march in motion anticipating
the ritual of tea that takes centre stage 
tactically open to observation and interrogation

all actions organised to be economically efficient
calibrated by the infra red eye of the guest
animosity surrenders respectfully and retreats
a ceasefire that allows peace to deploy and enter

steam captivates a tea cup holding it hostage
watching whilst water wages war on leaves
cajoling caressing domineering them to 
release  and surrender their secrets and serve

with military precision this tea sets in motion
a tour of duty washing away all detachment
reminding us to deploy civilized actions
that counter attack collateral damage

the tea ceremony symbolically strategises 
and ambushes all thoughts of war away
quenching the thirst for covert operations
once again a creating coup d'etat in a cup

And You

you practically impossible
imposter of tactically tactful tactics…
you’re more than a coronal massive injection of detection
you are a right proper superbubble nova loving spectacle of self
you gave into a microscopically small bit of nanosecondly supported awareness
and you created an entire freakin’ multidimensional universe?
.
wtf? with.a freakin’ twist
.
you must know
I’m write about most things
and poetry rights me.
.
It’s why I’m here
.
you called? dear

Present Itself Is Pleasant

What you feel as difficult times
Might indeed be a great period
Future about which you hoped
Might bring not hopeful result

You may try very desperately
To escape from the present
Thinking a rosy life ahead
But, it may turn an illusion

Degrade not present status
Derive out of it true Heaven
Tactically change your plans
And create fun out of life

Your happiness and peace
Are there in your hands
Just use your brain wisely
The truth will be revealed

Discard foolish sentiments
Hopefully pursue your goal
Believe in God and pray
Demands will be fulfilled.

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Intrigue In the Post Office Queue

Happiness looks so natural upon you,
when your eloquent face beams forth
as you intricately attempt to converse
with everyone that surrounds you.
So many expressions tuning into your
wavelength, eyes, lips that surrender to
You’re every sound.
Oh! Yes retarded lady, how content you
look in your world of simplicity, even
though I know not your name, I do care
and share in your moments of triumph,
when each word is tactically manoeuvered
after ensnaring yourself, enabling
mentally my will to aid your predicament,
knowing I’ll feel a fulfillment with
every effort you make.
And yet I still sense some animosity
towards you, indifferent folk trying to
climb into their safe world of self-
righteousness, while your impending
oration, reverberates against the walls
for all to hear.

© Harry J Horsman  1989

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