Witches are wizened hags
With long nose and loose hair
Wart nosed ugly spirits
Wicked ramblers of night
Who ride on bristly brooms
Wielders of black magic
Weird sisters in Macbeth
Categories:
wielders, dark, evil, green,
Form: Pleiades
"Ratatatatatata"...
that harbinger of sorrow
women and children wailing and crying
men scampering and dying
on the farm plains lies dead bodies
bodies of innocent citizens
graffiti of blood trail everywhere
Flies feasting and buzzing
Police siren wailing and buzzing
Oh! They are late!
The gun wielders are gone
Into the thick bush they disappear
Promises broken and hopes dashed
Families broken and dreams crashed
Then they make speeches and excuses
Lives are lost
Human life, not cattle
Precious lives not meat
Hmm, Orphans are made!
We all blamed IPOB
with voice they fought
Like ants they marched
With sticks they pushed
But with tanks they were crushed
Alas, the gun wielders are criminals
The men of voice are terrorists
Yet in one country we live
What a fractured line!
What a world.
Categories:
wielders, adventure, africa, anger, anti
Form: Lyric
In the North
pen wielders create content
in stacks of sheets
every book flies into the skies
heading over to towns
filled with people of all ages
every snowflake falls
revealing the artistic creativity
of every author
for the people to see
in thousands of words
Categories:
wielders, art, books, snow, urban,
Form: Free verse
Swords of freedom
Ten old broken swords
Now hang off grandpa’s wall
Their origins lost in legends and myths
From his great grandpa’s times
Our folklore abounds with tales
Of victories of our heroes past
Of our ancestral men of great valour
Their price, the fulcrum of our freedom
Of wielders born invincible
When enemy tribes banded together
Bound by some forgotten ‘freedom’ words
Etched on their mysterious swords
“Free people are brothers”
Were the words curiously etched
On ten recently unearthed swords
From grandpa’s grandpa’s tomb
Categories:
wielders, courage, culture, family, freedom,
Form: Free verse
Wielder of the Chronicle of White
Traversing time to right the wrongs
A land turns to sand beneath his feet
His friends follow suit
Two kingdoms battle for the grainy plains
One wields numbers, one wields technology
A false queen, a twisted scientist
Executed all the same
Led under the words of a Prophet
The so-called Holy War rages on
The Puppetmaster watches behind the scenes
Lambs to the slaughter
He wields the Chronicle of Black
Gifted to him to grant him wisdom
He uses it to dessicate the world
To avoid his true calling
Wielder of White and Wielder of Black
Born but to die
Souls used to keep the sand from spreading
He clung to life to end all other
Many died
History can't write down all the names
The two forsaken Wielders clashed beyond time
And selflessness conquered selfishness
The Wielder of White returned his soul
To the land from which he borrowed
The Wielder of Black intervened
To give his own instead
The Wielder of White was spoken of in legends
From then til the end
Seldom seen and never heard
Perhaps only a distant dream
Of the ones who survived
Of the ones who prayed
Of the ones who were tasked
With ensuring his would be the last sacrifice
Categories:
wielders, adventure, courage, fantasy, war,
Form: Free verse
We captured the sun
...and angered the sea.
Now the fish are protesting,
dressed in black;
like a cavalcade
they rush the land with picket signs.
"Release the sun!
It isn't yours!
Release our father to the sky."
The sea turns black with fury,
erupting with it's rage,
it sinks whole ships
...and islands.
"Release the sun!
It isn't yours!
Release our father to the sky."
The wind carries screams of anguish
...as the plants deprived of carbon
scream in pain.
The trees march into Washington,
demanding federal aid;
the captors send out fire wielders
...to smash descent.
"Release the sun!
It isn't yours!
Release our father to the sky."
The earth who weeps for her partner
brings the rain,
...and the sea enraged strikes up the waves;
till the sun is released from it's cage
...drowning the captors in their own sins.
Categories:
wielders, naturefather, sea, father, sea,
Form: I do not know?
Railway bridges broken
Close to Kennesaw
Dreamin drivin alternating patterns of nightfall
Transcendental clothesline
Draw another frame
Elevatin transitory wielders of disdain
Washed beside the azure fabric
Of mystery melted and dry
Preservation ringing bells
To swallow your pride and
Try, magnificent, try
Telepathic skyways
Cloaked in jest unwound
Ruminating motionless, a coast without a sound
Intent on raising conscience
Revolving retrograde
Cast your eyes into the distance, subtle creature made
Categories:
wielders, lost love, love, music,
Form: Lyric