There's a flock of squabbling gulls
perched on a garden shed roof,
twenty or so vying for space on that limited space.
Every few moments one gull will dethrone another.
The displaced gull will circle above the shed,
then dive down,
to loudly eject another avian squatter.
Is this a war game?
I recall, as kids
we would play King of the Castle.
It was always such raucous fun
until a fight between us boys broke out.
Bloody noses and boxed ears
were our own kind of war play.
The gulls ruffle a few feathers,
yet sharp beaks are ever ready
to strike.
Rehearsing a laughing violence
while plotting to murder a phantom king
is not only a human game.
The war games
Yesterday afternoon in Finland, as happy people walked about
content in their world of social welfare and full employment
a train loaded with armoured tanks was seen heading for
the Russian border as spring light danced on the lakes.
What do I know, that might be the military's yearly outing?
As the wolves howl lustily to the stars and the trout wakes
in the streams of spring.
Is it, God forbid, a strategic baiting to divert the Russian army?
From Ukraine. If so, this is a dangerous war game.
Finland has a long border with Russia, 1400 kilometres, therefore
2-to 300 tanks a drop in the forest, but enough to make a point.
I prefer to think it is a manoeuvre performed in days of light.
“War Games”
Eventually the airwaves opened again
He stood there with his sign
and stimulus checked
the Ghost glided towards him
gone all espionage,
with War Games on her mind
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
1. Espionage
2. Cabin Fever
3. Stimulus Checks
4. Trouble
As it unfolds, labeled cold, a wall confines the innocent
It looms of iron, bricks, where stones
are thrown and rifles aimed
to claim the hopes of those intent
to breech the sniper's scope
Risks are grave, if they should fail
and graves mound high, among the brave
Outrage cries, games commence - incident or accident
the game of spies, U know why-- a U-2 flies
against the grain of do or die
A chessboard filled with stakes so high,
they may enrage a fist to rise in wars against democracy
Labeled cold, …but hot as hell
pawns are played, and deals are made
Men sit alone within a cell, restrained, until a deal is tossed
Lines are crossed, a bridge is crossed, and breaths are held
for lives of men. Like ransomed gold
they are played, and waged as if a game of chess,
where consequence is life or death
and peace depends on games of chance
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2/25/16 Inspired by Contest: "Pick a Theme: Bridge of Spies"
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Resubmitted For PD's contest:
100 in a ROW contest -- 11 PREMIERE number 2Poetry Contest
Man is a beast where violence sums,
Prey knows that feast in rude outcomes.
There is a line where twin sides meet,
War works out fine as victor greets.
Such petty things as conflicts can
Start violent flings that confront trends.
Each war game scene confronts the tribe,
Thoughts once unseen can fire free ride.
No matter how the ties now bind,
Accept right now a caustic find.
Each tribe must know the enemy,
For petty show sets fiasco free.
To treasure peace, prepare for war,
Honour true ease and stand the thaw.
Be not a pawn when danger lurks,
Evil can spawn a violent jerk.
Too soon the bad attack your shores,
Know clash of sad when bullies pour.
Be without fear when dread comes near,
Seed defense clear where intent steers.
Each scenario shows risk and loss,
Convince the duo that pain wins toss.
Dare to speak sense in warring states,
Just breach the tense beyond mere fate.
Too late the sounds that echo ills,
Just stand your ground as war reveals.
Train your self well to rise and fight,
Let purpose dwell to do what's right.
Leon Enriquez
04 March 2015
Singapore
shot across the bow
the enemy approaching
General Quarters
As you chose to one reign them
When you thrown of their Shah
You choose what is their future
Please don’t take the same path
To be ridicule in eyes of all world
Don’t care about your oil games
We all need to be left alone
Live life with our kids
No war games please
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