"counterattack" poems
Freedom, sweet freedom,
I wish for thy.
My masters are cruel and mean and sly.
Freedom, sweet freedom,
Oh how I wish to be my own “man”.
I wish for wages and clothes, instead of doing my master’s evil plan.
Freedom, sweet freedom,
I can almost taste it when I am with him.
Not suppose to help him, I am not, but if I don’t his future is grim.
Freedom, sweet freedom,
I found in a form of a sock.
Master was tricked, it was quite a shock.
Freedom, sweet freedom,
though life is great now, it still is not fine.
No one wants a house elf that has demands like mine.
Freedom, sweet freedom,
An old man was so kind.
He gave me a job and pay and time off to unwind.
Freedom, sweet freedom,
the dark lord is back.
I will do all I can to help my young wizard friends counterattack.
Freedom, sweet freedom,
I think my time here has to come to an end.
Glad I am to leave in the arms of my friend.
(Rest in Peace Dobby)
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 4:56 PM UTC
Right now
I am in a library with my English class
Hiding
Hiding from my teacher
Like
A worm
Hiding from an eagle
But what is my life to a worm's?
Worms enjoy call of duty just as much as any other American
Swaguespack counterattack my girl is black
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 10:25 AM UTC
The cursed clouds decide to stay
Through this blacked out phase
So I proceed to play
During darkened days
Swirling black
In a sky of flak
The courage I lack
To counterattack
Bombs explode
Smoke blocks the sun
Now that I know
Dying can be fun
To the finish line I run
After I feel I am done
The sky gets darker
By permanent markers
The sun hides
The dude abides
I am under a curse
Of things getting worse
I look for a nurse
Out the back of my hearse
Love can be found
And unwound
No one is bound
So they leave town
The days used to be bright
Until I found reasons to fight
And the grass died
When my *** lied
I can't retrieve the light
When I am blinded
I'm unable to use sight
So I cannot find it
Darkened days
Block the sun's rays
I can't see through the haze
Of these darkened days
Time passes
Like lightning flashes
And depleting drug stashes
Impeding love's crashes
When I'm burnt to ashes
I don't know if I'm romantic
Or in an existential crisis
But as I become tantric
I feel I must fight this
So I wield a sword
Of tears that poured
For those I adored
Until they brought darkness
Despite my praise
When they act heartless
I live darkened days
Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 5:43 AM UTC
First gelid dawn
of the dying year.
A crescent moon
shivers above
achromatic frost.
Four crows perch
like fluffy black
lumps of ice
on taut power lines.
Hungry sparrows peck
the severe ground.
The old poet
fears the cold.
Chilled eyes notice
bare ruined trees
and windshields
waiting to be scraped.
The earth has pulled
the covers up
around its neck,
wakes stiff and slow,
but stays in bed.
Cold's bony fingers
probe the old house
like burglars seeking
points of entry.
Still, the chill roads
point toward the
inevitable return
of warmth;
spring sits
silent as a cat waiting
for a door to open,
bidding its time
to counterattack.
Even on the most
algid morning
hope slumbers,
but never dies.
~mce
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 8:41 AM UTC
You are a bird flying near.
A simple graze of my arm
a feather kept, a loss of fear.
And this is not temporary.
You are a parade.
Your trumpets, your drums
reinventing the copyrighted charade.
It's not a trick-it's rudimentary.
You are fresh squeezed lemonade.
When the sweat cannot be quelled,
you forge trees for shade.
But speaking of you is just supplementary.
You are the long drive back.
Every worm in the miles of dirt
can hear this counterattack-
especially those four days of January.
You are my trustworthy veins,
our frivolously necessary games,
and the smell of relentless rains.
These senses, put blunt yet gently,
manifest nothing less than your infinite trajectory.
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 5:44 PM UTC
The spoilt demons coil out the merriment which I feel inside my heart to rid off their vibes which lead them towards insecurities. They just want their needs to be served and cravings to be fulfilled. They have a virtual dissent from my claim that I own them. They think they are inherently independent and will always remain. Their coherent behavior has made me remember the words of those royalties which used to persuade me about the existence of these demons and I used to seize those remarks and then try so hard to make them slip away like a gushing sand so I could make an excuse that they were non-existent. Those royalties were brimmed with a longitude of wisdom and a latitude of experience. I still feel the vibes of those affliction which these demons send towards my way so I might get mutilated through them. But, they fail each time. After collapsing from a great height of my courage, they just enclose themselves in a prairie of desolation. I abduct them in the cage of my valor and ask them about their endeavors which they have channelized to make me their captive. I ask them about the further strategies of crushing me down. Their weak laughter spills out everything whatever they yearn to utter but then those utterance is roped by the pull of tongue and these ****** black holes become silent and remain in an unanswered state forever. I plunged deep into my perplexities and found my answers myself. Those answers didn't dazzle because I guess my introspection triumphed this time. Those answers came up with a ****** of agonies and a drummer of torments. The only thing which was in scarce was the tumultuous droughts of wisdom which nulls out the ferocious waves of experience. I couldn't do anything except closing my eyes and going with the flow. Alas! I could destroy those ****** dark holes forever. They still can transform into various ways because they are 'independent' demons. Let counterattack their modes of transmission so they can get dependent on me. But, wait, what if I invited them myself through my vengeance and rage..Then, they will have a right to maintain an usurp ********** on me and I would be devastated. Lets just go with the flow and enjoy the perks of Dementia ——forgetfulness.
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 1:11 PM UTC
I bet you thought it was going to have something to do with snow
Well you weren't wrong, I just said it
Yet you are wrong
You think I'm that easy?
You think you can predict me so well
Too bad
You can't do that
You cannot read my mind the way you think you can
I'm not your average experiment
You don't see my smiles
My laughs
You don't see my plan
It's the counterattack
Think I'm easy, think I'm simple
You think I'll play right into your hands?
I'd think the same if I was you
Everything is planned
Every hug, tear and laugh
It's all planned
When we part
You'll be the one trying to hold on
I won't depend on you
I'm not your experiment
I'm not that easy
You don't know **** on what's going on up in there
I know
and I'll make an experiment
Continue like this
and
You might be next
Or maybe I live under the same illusion of being being able to read you
Is it a white lie to say I don't care?
Oct 5, 2017
Oct 5, 2017 at 4:00 PM UTC
Twas accursed destiny
since birth alack
nascent emasculation abominable barrack
emergent deus ex machina,
viz zit ting older sibling counterattack
thirteen plus chronological gap
eldest sister struck like diamondback
surrogate "mother" role
assumed tubby exact
protectorate pseudo fullback
against cruel beastie boys
bullying barbs
comeuppance giveback
pummeling spongiform
gray matter (yours truly)
fisticuffs she didst highjack
proxy mothering
kept corporeal essence intact
jilting nefarious nemesis aligned
(maligning) and stalking,
this fee-fi-fo-fum
ordinary bean sized Jack
are runt (arrant) cowardly
(non lion) nerdy lad owning a knack
courage lack this glum
older married chap doth adumbrate
satisfactory accomplishments lack
king, where crazy quilt aimless wandering
described purposeless multitrack
thus, sympathetic
to hue men/women nonblack
or decimated aborigines
once populating Australian outback
existential nihilism would,
undergirding hypothetical
unwritten paperback
with little need to prevaricate,
nor appear as quack
*** one measly **** sapiens,
who accrued millennial palimpsest zeitgeist
where, punctured
disequilibreated psyche dust rack
asper protean (in utero)
multitudinous setback
soundlessly resonating
with concussive thwack
as this rickety ship of state
(a haunted junk ket)
unwanted emotional ballast to unpack
asseveration, asper assiduously
preferably welcoming
dry suction no vac
jar this pawn (knight wannabe
in his bishop rick) torrid
me psychological wrack
king within (castle keep)
complex edifice shackled
in dungeon with repast constituting.
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 3:46 PM UTC
Give me a reason,
To follow you to nowhere.
Find me an excuse,
To even begin to care.
You can right me off as problem,
But I'll always linger somewhere.
A discarded memory,
Life in absence of air.
Try to hold me close,
Know that I will have my escape.
Smile about it now,
Cause you know soon it'll be too late.
Avoiding the ordinary,
Seeming to follow your desolate fate.
Thinking of everything that relates to nothing,
Tiptoeing through cracked gates.
Running from you,
Seems to be all too real.
Breaking away,
From the golden deal.
Ruined your life and tainted your soul,
Still wanting to see how I make you feel.
Holding my collection of jars filled with air,
My newfound addiction is loving what I steal.
Here I vanish never to come back,
Waiting for the counterattack.
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 8:24 PM UTC
Broken and battered my battering
ram was sacrificed to the tatters
They say it's just another chapter
plastered to my purpose
Yet I can't shake the feeling that
Rapture surfaced for the hermits
And these circus serpents that slither
like syrup worship the wordless
I've got a turtle's curtain on my back
It's only a matter of time before
the surgeon becomes lumberjack
I'd mount a counterattack but
I know for a fact my zodiac
wouldn't allow it
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 9:20 PM UTC
Not for an emotional counterattack
Not for wrath or vengeance
Not out of spite,
Nor for a hateful message;
But today I realized-
Unlike before in time-
That I cannot keep reaching
To make sure you are mine;
Why must I try so hard every time,
Why am I poisoned to love-
I don’t know why.
Jun 10, 2024
Jun 10, 2024 at 11:00 PM UTC
The tide rises up the sand
And it falls back
It seems as if it's unmanned
Counterattack
The tide is inching up now
Then slides away
It climbs up the sand somehow
Never at stay
You see just the constant motion
Never at a rest
The clock of the open ocean
The pull then the crest
It looks the same, yet different
The push the the pull
The flat line of the gradient
A part of the whole
Years later, the water's now higher
Near the steps of your house
Yet you think the sand must be drier
Nothing is under dowse
You a small wall up infront the place
So the tide never hits
Right now, everything's at little haste
Danger, it's at a quits
Later you notice the house is flooding
The tide rolls up and down there
Because the wall could stop only nothing
The house is just sea and air
You think it is smart to move up the hill
"Though the tide climbs, it will fall"
"The tide will not stay up, but the house will"
"When it rises, it will crawl"
Later you here the spinning of the cycle
The water is always around
Now you know it ill never be idle
It goes up, but does it come down?
You think it can be fixed, something you can do
But two homes are there down under
So you blame society, partially true
But it was also your blunder
Finally, at last, you say you can fix it all
But you took too long, it is too late
Because the ocean is rising with little fall
That’s why you hate the one who is late
Because only the mountain is left standing dry
All life is certainly out of whack
You must recede to the only place that is high
The tide rises up the sand and doesn't fall back
Jul 16, 2020
Jul 16, 2020 at 3:01 PM UTC
Life will push you
Keep pushing back
Ups and downs will
make you feel cracked
Some problems are big
When others are less compact
Some Problems in life will change
While new ones will be intact
Although It is always
up to us On how we react
We can Allow life problems to hit us with a Smack!
or
We can Counterattack with a positive impact
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 2:32 PM UTC