"battler" poems
From the humblest of beginnings
Began a tough innings
A family deprived
His dad had died
So to work he went
To help pay the rent
From a teen to a man
In a short time span
He had many a job
Hard earned each “bob”
He was a keeper of bees
He picked beans and peas
With marbles and shanghai
He had a keen eye
So rabbits he’d stalk
Their pelts he sought
A butcher and baker
And fence post maker
A fisherman and fruiterer
And even spud picker
A shearer of great ability
Those shears he clicked with agility
From morn to night
He worked hard alright
Met a girl and made her his wife
Ten children now blessed his life
He provided as best he could
Forever working for their good
A large family and so little money
Life, of course, was not always sunny
Simply he lived, simple his dwelling
The trials he faced so very compelling
A ****** awful thing was done
A terrible tragedy stole his son
With grief immeasurable and untold
He held together; staying controlled
Children struggled to forgive their mother
As she left him and found another
Yet for her he would always stand
Always hoping to win back her hand
Another tragedy claimed a limb
We thought it would be the death of him
His work, his wife, his health now gone
Yet silently, painfully he continued on
We knew his heart was terribly broken
Yet always forgiveness he had spoken
We knew he lived with daily pain
But silent and strong he would remain
His strength and courage was beyond belief
But for him there would be no relief
His children were now all grown
He died, one night … alone
Jan 6, 2011
Jan 6, 2011 at 12:49 PM UTC
Anarchy
Grows in my heart organically
I'm sky high
Don't apply to no gravity
Mid'flight dog fightin' with insanity
Crash to the floor
My eyes burning with clarity
Mind state retaliate eradicate depravity
Assassinate a character
Animate a passenger
Blind hate.
The scavenger
The ravager
Ravish all the challengers
And massacre the amateurs
Banish all the stragglers
Smack with em a cannister
**** sliding down the bannister
Pay my debts like my second name was Lannister
Vanish like a phantom of the avatar
The damager
The battler
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 10:09 AM UTC
I am a cool man who loves life
I am a really cool man who loves life
I am an Aussie battler and I really do love life
I am a cool man who loves life
You see young people tease me all because I am a man
They say my poems belong in the dunny can
I say to them why don't you get a life because dudes I really love life
You see one person called me a fat **** because my belly seems to be very fat
I just say to him in a cool man voice saying I am a cool man
Who loves life
People say I ain't losing weight
I understand what they mean
But it doesn't stop me loving life
I know I am fat but I am getting it down
I am a cool man who loves life
People tell me that saying your a cool man is saying your tough
Saying that men bully but that is a load of crap
I just look toward my past and
Mum said I was a cool man who loves life
I don't dwell in the past
There is nothing wrong with thinking in the past as long as You don't dwell
I never dwell, I am a cool man
Who loves life
I watch the footy and the other sports
People say to me how ya going
Shorts
I ignore them like the cool man that I am
You see I can handle teasing
Cause I am a cool man
I write cool man poems
Everything about me is cool
I am a cool man who loves life
And I am
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 2:52 AM UTC
you are the greatest pleasure
bigger than life I feel
I know
you are the definition
of 'Ecstasy'
In my little world
have't I told you
I am a victim of
your sweet innocence
tricky game you play love
keep me all to you or
give me nothing at all
the emperor of ages
uncountable drops of blood
sweat and thirst
infinite sparks of chemicals
inside your wrinkled brain
just vanished
In the way as miserable as it can be
right after it fired, the last bullet
the bullet of so called love
chimes of bells
dance and beauty of pictures
speeches and God's contest
will mixed to the wine
unveiled the bride
the one you tasted the soul
dear ***
I know your games
**** me
I will fight for survival
Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 2:59 PM UTC
~for Gordon Matthew Thomas Sumner~(1)
*my poor battered battler ***** too-many accumulated door dings, broken off pieces
circulating in the bloodstream, even inert artery declared dead, no saving it, that’s just an idée fixe, that cannot be fixed
but no matter misshapen my heart,
and roughly mishandled, it’s a boon
companion, we work together overtime,
falling into love with every third woman
we pass on our walks so regular, and
though many wish my heart to abduct,
no dice, no okay, not playing, for time is
shortened, and there are too many of you,
to longer complete for another, term of
endearment undefined*
so many poems to love,
so many to comport and compose,
each a spoke fantasy, a story to unfold,
not forgetting than I am still young enough
to regret skimming to the bottom of another,
and when breath pounding my temples,
swift kick to the atmosphere and do it,
yes, once again…
**do not me critique,
paid my dues as a long distance lover~runner, but know-a-days,
best to live love and run,
for measure I,
by what accomplished
by sunset, a reminder
to say eve prayer song,
and accept that
the sum total of my days
is nearer thy god than thee,,
and to raise smiles upon
the least likely, to break a
throw straight line frown
in a U-turned greeting of love,
however brief,
is a worthy goal
multiplied by the rest**,
the rest of my,
the rest of the company of my
dimming hours
Nov 6, 2024
Nov 6, 2024 at 2:02 PM UTC
Sneaky, scaly,
They live in a valley
Slimy, wormy
Not worthy of taxidermy
Patterned all pretty
Not welcome in the city
They have no pity
Very nasty and gritty
Some have a rattler
The worst tattler
Don't even speak like a prattler
Natures guerilla battler
Narrow slits for eyes
Whoever is bit dies
They have no allies
They are an unpleasant surprise
Sneaky, scaly,
They live in a valley
Slimy, wormy
Not worthy of taxidermy
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 2:03 PM UTC
Sometimes in life you don't know what you have got,
That one thing that can just drag you from that spot
A saviour, a God send, a Knight in shining armour,
Somebody who you would die for and not let a soul harm her
On a personal note I've been down some dark and troublesome roads,
But she has always been there through thick and thin to share this cumbersome load
A battler, a fighter, you wouldn't get on the wrong side of her,
She'd rinse you, she'd mince you, no matter lady or Sir
For she has always been by my side and she is everything to me,
Deirdra is her name but she'll always be,
My Dee
JJB
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 9:03 AM UTC
toy soldier,
all for her
steadfast,
forever--
except for
one glaring
clerical error:
her tin heart
beats for another
toying; callous
sends him off
to slaughter; a
battler with no
shield or armour.
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Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 4:15 AM UTC