"peacekeeper" poems
May I present a challenge?
Imagine if you will
You have created a flying explosive device
And it needs a name that will thrill.
A name, a good name, which name?
Well, none of those below.
Some twisted suits have already used them.
**** EVEN Tacit Rainbow.
What really goes through their minds?
As they sit and discuss the name
Of their creation that's destined to ****
Butcher, destroy and maim.
Just try if you can
To read the whole of this edited list
Imagine how many have exploded of each
With out angrily clenching your fist
Little John
Honest John
Hellfire
Matador
HARM
Terrier
Nike-Ajax
Corporal
Sea Sparrow
Redstone
Bullpup
Mace
Nike-Hercules
Regulus II
Atlas
Thor
Lacrosse
Jupiter
Quail
Hawk
Tartar
Falcon
Polaris
Hound Dog
Pershing
Entac
Firebee
Shelduck
Jayhawk
Cardinal
Firefly
Petrel
Redhead/Roadrunner
Redeye
Mauler
Skybolt
Nike Zeus/Spartan
Condor
Phoenix
Typhon MR
Falconer
Overseer
Taurus
Kingfisher
Cardinal
Walleye
Hornet
Maverick
Big Q
Minuteman
Blue Eye
Viper
Firebolt
Bulldog
Harpoon
Focus
Perseus
Firefly
Stinger
Compass Dwell
B-Gull
Agile
Seekbat
Delta Dagger
Thunderbolt[7]
Patriot
Aquila
Teleplane
Streaker
Tomahawk
Firebrand
Roland
Peacekeeper
Penguin
Pave Tiger/Seek Spinner
Sidearm
Skipper
Wasp
Sea Lance
Ripper[7]
Trident II
Midgetman
Tacit Rainbow
Pave Cricket
Have Nap
Peregrine
Exdrone
Javelin
Pointer
Hunter
Coyote
Skeeter
Outlaw
Wow, you're still reading
And you've managed not to throw up.
Just wondering how many innocent victims
Of a tax funded device called Bullpup.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 7:00 PM UTC
I’m a steam rollin street sweeper,
Bomb droppin heat seeker,
Warrior and peacekeeper,
Geek tweaker huffin ether.
I’m the sage, and the seeker,
I’m the audience, and speaker,
I’m the follower, and leader,
As I’m both, I’m also neither.
I’m a genius, I’m an idiot,
An erudite illiterate,
I’m about as insignificant
As I am magnificent
The hero, and the villain
Nervous wreck while I’m chillin
I’m the men, I’m the women
Spittin' facts while I’m pretendin'
I am more, I am less,
I invest, I divest,
As I focus, I digress
I am cursed, I am blessed
Serious, as I jest
Hyperactive, while at rest
I’m the worst, I’m the best
I’m the grade, I’m the test
I’m the train, I’m the tracks,
The uncharted, and the map,
I’m the boot, I’m the strap,
I’m the hand, I’m the clap
I’m the black, I’m the white,
I’m the day, I’m the night,
I am everything and nothing
I am wrong, I am right.
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 4:34 AM UTC
The screams of men, women and children flooded the blood filled streets of District 13.Whips, chains, axes, i could hear everything.The sound of a man's head been chopped off, a baby screaming for it's mother suddenly cut short.This is what the Capitol does to us, for rebelling.I stand here, my seventeen year self watching as everyone I know is brutally murdered.My mother, my eldest sister, my youngest sister and my baby brother.I couldn't cry, all my tears had been wasted for tears.My face stained with blood and tears.I hear the peacekeeper coming towards me.I can tell them by the sound of their heavy white boots crushing the rocks beneath them.My breathing quickens, what if they **** me? I'll be brutally murdered, never to see the light of day.I gulp as I hear their footsteps stop.I try not to make any sound.Not to move.I wish i could just run away from them.But that makes them to **** me more, by shooting me with their guns.
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 11:09 PM UTC
The underlings stare
In submissive awestruck
Subjugation in landmine-filled
Landfills, are stuck
In the trenches, the feces
The carcass-strewn muck
Where the vermin-spawn ****
As they're taught how to work
And to fend for themselves
Like the Fall of Dunkirk
As the imminent doomsday device overhead
Incapacitates them
As mere prey to a web
Of a global dominion
Ambition connection
Subconscious hive-mind
Buzzing out the objection
And phobia-spreading
Pandemic misanthropy
Greed in disguise
Subsidizing atrocity
Not for me,
I am
The justified treason
The reason the man-hunters
Close open season
The cease-fire peacekeeper
Proliferation
The water war's rising
Desertification
An MIA runaway
AWOL defector
Still haunting the tombs of detente
Like a spectre
With what I assure
Mutually in the end
When I send go-aheads
On the ICBMs
And avenge the dependent expended
Caught in
This crossfire for-profit
Arms race it has been
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 3:33 AM UTC
I haven't told anyone that I still think about dying
Thoughts like that never make people comfortable
Even though death is natural
But when a teenager mentions death in the near future everyone wants to jump to the nearest conclusion
I'm not trying to say I'm suicidal
Believe me I have big plans ahead
I just think
More than I should
I think about how things would be if I just didn't be
If I just didn't be myself
If I just didn't be around
And if that makes me crazy
Then I have been crazy for quite some time
People never know
Never know true thoughts or someone's intentions
Until they expose themselves
Until they show the inner makings of their being
True feeling isn't always common
I just want people to know that they don't own me
And if I were to die today I could be confident in the fact that I expressed myself
I gave my life the effort of a solider and a peacekeeper
I pray that I see another day but if I don't that's okay
Colorado screams my name as if I'm destined to be there
Destined to find my way
Death is so easy
Life is what we have to be afraid of
And I have never been so scared in my life
Fear makes you stronger
So I'll continue the fight
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 10:30 PM UTC
His hands secured around her head for support
It's her crown
Significant to the bi-weekly ritual of
crucifying her like Jesus.
His body connects to hers, collapsing like the twin towers
it's her gown.
She wears it every now and then,
When the eulogy is written for the peacekeeper.
His tongue moves against her collarbones like it's on a ledge
trying to commit
suicide.
What a beautiful death .
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 1:42 PM UTC
I watched it all happened
I watched it all burn down
And yet I stood there watching
Without uttering a single sound
I knew all their secrests
I knew all their lies
I knew the real stories
All from each side
Trusted by all
They told me all things
But I stood there in silence
As they played a game of kings
Doing nothing at all
Even though i held the power
I just let them fall
Withering like a flower
Times have moved on
They are all no longer friends
I'm the last connection
There is no chance they will make amends
People fall apart
All rundown to different ends
Hatred and recentment burns
Though cast away by the winds
I see them all now
And even I've lost that spark
The one I once held
When the whole world seemed dark
As I stand upon the ashes
Of the loving people I once knew
That time gone and forgotten now
The very thought to which is taboo
Yet here I stand
At what was the foundation of the past
Holding the matchbox in hand
Crying, I thought it would last
I did nothing to stop it
I myself set it ablaze
So much for the peacekeeper
all she could do was gaze
And try and act innocent
Attempting not to get burnt
You would think after such tragedy
That I would have learnt
But its a burden I'll carry
Right down to my grave
Knowing I destroyed them
When they could have been saved
I let them burn
What kind of a monster does that?
*******
I'm Guilty
~
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 9:26 PM UTC
For a few years in college
I lived across from this church
And every Sunday morning
When I was alive enough to wake up
From the first of the church’s bells
I would begrudgingly wrap myself
In my comforter force my feet to
Flop on the frigid floor and walk
To my front door
I pushed through the half-on-it’s-hinges-screen
Sat on my porch lit up a smoke-and watched
The parade of cars unloading
Women in too tall heels
Pushing them higher above hell
Men in their dress shoes shined
Into mirrors for the heavens
And like a much more bitter
but surely a just as hungover Noah
I watched them as I counted off all the couples
And I wondered how they must feel
Just for that 40 to 60 second stroll
From their car doors to the bow of the chapel
And the worst part of me
The part that belongs hidden from
Social niceties and common social civilities
Thought they must be so smug
Them thinking along this walk that
They are the saved ones
That the ones like me have certainly missed the boat
But always after thinking that the part of me
Aware of my own spitefulness the peacekeeper
Of my temperamental nature
Adds how nice it must be to be a simple animal
Filing into a sanctuary of hope
Where they believe they will be kept dry
In a world where sinners like me are soaking wet
Then again the worse part of me finds humor in that
All of these thoughts usually pass through in enough time
For all the patrons to pile in and the last bell sound
And my worst part, the part that finds humor in grit
Made me laugh out a puff of fresh smoke
And think but how is my cigarette still lit
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 7:17 PM UTC
Stop and look around
Hold the bullet in your hand
Mull over the emotion
That fills you as you stand
Blood rushes up, down, pumps
And now you're all set
Body like a tree trunk
Feel the weird funk
Coming on and taking over
No survivors, no leftovers
Look left and then turn right
Sit down and take flight
Like the green leaves
Off the mighty oak
Falling up instead of down
Float up and let your body soak
In the light of the bright sightly
Glorious Sun from above
Taking blood lightly
Spilled and vacuumed up
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 1:20 PM UTC
it is for
the sake
of my mother’s
brother
that I
am named.
I know only
the most
insufficient
detail
of his life:
that he drowned.
a kind
great uncle
I imagine
he would’ve been
to my sons.
him regaling to my daughter
stories
of his wild
sister; wiling away in houseless trees.
whenever I hold my breath
my brothers fight.
Jun 30, 2012
Jun 30, 2012 at 4:34 AM UTC
I want the best for you
But I secretly hope you fail.
I want to see you smile
But your tears would be just as beautiful.
I want you to be happy
But I want you to pay for the way you make me feel.
You hurt, I hurt
It hurts that none of you see that
Do I hate that I love you?
Do I love that I hate you?
Do I love the fact I understand you?
Or do I hate that you can't fathom the real me?
I'm a peacekeeper.
I don't want to see you at war.
But I'd love to see you burn.
Shots are fired after shots are taken,
I'm the only one not wearing a vest.
Words pierce my heart en route to their target.
And in the end I'm the only one wounded.
We were like Pangea,
And now even more so.
All of you are drifting,
And I'm drowned in the rising tides.
You're all so busy staring into your own reflections that you don't realize the fog never cleared from my mirror.
I love you but it feels like you can't say the same.
I can't deal with you but my heart doesn't leave me an option.
We're not friends, we're siblings.
And you only agree with half of that statement.
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 4:43 AM UTC
The dove is the peacekeeper
Between the owl and the hawk
Who have different war paths
And ominous thoughts
The hawk is the Ares
Of all the Greek gods
He's an all-business type
With straight, commanding thoughts
The owl is the Athena
The wisest of them all
She rules with the mind
With inspiring, provoking thoughts
Three different types
Three different paths
Three different thoughts
but show that somehow they can all get along
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 11:50 PM UTC
The Keeper of Peace,
Holds the keys,
As she shakes the bars,
And begs to leave,
He raises an eyebrow,
And tightens his hand,
She sighs softly,
And sits in the sand,
Stares at the world,
Longs to get out,
Taps on the floor,
And begins to shout:
"I've been trapped in here,
Every ******* day,
But you still don't give a ****
As long as I stay!"
The Keeper of Peace,
Turned at her words,
Grabbed her wrist through the bars,
And spits, words slurred,
"Whatever you say here,
Doesn't change a thing,
You are the bird in this cage,
And when I tell you, you sing."
He releases her arm,
And blinks off her retort,
A murmur of words,
**** you" all he caught,
With a subtle smile,
And a glint in his eye,
He looks her dead on,
And prepares his reply,
"You know,
For a girl who's supposed to be 'Peace'...
You're awfully moody."
"I'll get out one day,
And when I do,
People like you,
Won't know what hit them."
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 4:46 PM UTC
Angels fall down to the ground
Burning wings of ashes
Words can be like a virus
Like a ****** to the tongue
If I knew I would die a thousand years in reign
Walk the shadows of a broken soul
Your burning suicidal
Cold blooded hearted
Like a crawling cancer
How come you don't answer prayers
Innocent peacekeeper
Tenacious amok tyrant
Let the world just fall upon a dream
Angels fall down to the ground
Burning wings of ashes
Words can be like a virus
Dying ****** of unspoken tongue.
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 10:33 PM UTC
There is something about the way
The calendar changes months
The leaves fall on the grass
The wrinkles in your face
The beauty of a space
That's slowly turning yellow from white
That sepia tone over the phone
As we talk about that friend of ours
There is something about the way I smile
So confident
Assured
Practiced
It's a beautiful day when I see a familiar face
And once a again
Youth spreads its wings over me
Like a pelican
It's scoops me up
As though I am fish
I pray that you never lose the spritely skip in your heart
When you do a brave thing
I pray that a grin takes a hurdle to make
And that a giggle is taken forcibly out of you
I hope you brave the storms of sadness
By fighting with your entire body
To laugh at the face of The Great One
And to hold in your arms
The love of your lifetimes
"Efforts were made" you can say
"To make this moment bliss."
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 9:36 AM UTC
build this castle up high in the air
envision if one day the person or people
responsible for giving you life told you
there was no longer any expectations
or aspirations or goals to strive for
your parents don't want you to be a successful doctor
friends don't want you to be their giving tree
your siblings don't expect you to be some all knowing peacekeeper
you don't have to make anyone proud
you can't disappoint anybody
your one directive is to lie there and
enjoy the sunsets and sunrises
and low tides and high tides
you would be pretty **** happy too
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 6:57 AM UTC
A midst of humidity and heat
I walk bare foot through the scene
Barren muscadine vines cascade
All around my ankles
I can hear roaring in the distance
So let us walk towards that beacon
I come upon the sir
It holds its paw out,
I've never been one for handshakes
But this feels right
A sweet rendezvous
Dear peacekeeper of the woods,
Hello. May we meet again.
....... ................... .............. .. ........
Now, running through the ghettos
Picking up crumbs
Delusional
Convinced I am Robin Hood
And my people are birds
Come save the people with me
............. . ............... ......................
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 2:47 PM UTC
Stoic amid the tranquil tides, the temperate zephyrs
But a fluttering spark, travelling through the aeons
Witness to the wonders of time, yet ever fleeting
The bearer of that which outlasts this eternal folly
However, for a certainty, even this steadfast paragon
Does not foresee what the clock hands have in store
And the fallen mouth their soft, intelligible rhymes
Thus the air carries this ephemeral elegy of euphony
But as the voices dance within those hallowed halls
Sound brilliantly in harmony, a display of fervour
The mosaic of echoes dismantled by fate's clutches
Changes imminently, unavoidably, flawlessly
Alas, the decadent phantoms of the days long gone
In their irrefutable devotion to their fallacious lord
Seek naught but to extinguish the astral avatar
Embodied within the solitary luminaire, ever vigilant
Does the final line of defence lay dormant even now
As the messenger of the deep beyond revivifies
The illusion dispelled, disenchanted, disengaged
Situation growing direr, the peacekeeper absent
Sealed within a decrepit maze, the mirrored world
Drawing parallels between the unimaginable still
Lost its own essence in the steadily rising entropy
For none are safe; the fabric of reality is wounded
Tendrils escape from the fissure, liberated at last
Come what may, the very barriers between realms
Once separating life and death, light and darkness,
Brought down in a prismatic flash of scintillation
And as that which tore this rift open runs rampant
The spectres of the past in their perpetual undeath
Whisper but a single innocent inquiry of naiveté
"May we reclaim our corporeal selves once more?"
An epiphany unlike most defeats wishful thinking
The clairvoyant beholder, the ever-present observer
Held their answer for as long as the currents of time
Although hope succumbs last, what is after hope?
Thus, in the demoralising wake of the bitter truth
Let the untamed flames of fury loose, such tragedy
Doom befalls the woeful, weary and withered worlds
For the inconspicuous spark has ceased its motion
The end justifies the means in the mind of madness
Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 5:29 PM UTC
Whatever?
They don't do.
I'm willing too.
Oh, whatever?
They don't say.
I know how too.
I'm the peacekeeper whenever you're going through a crisis with the one you love.
I have ways to ease the pain.
Every conflict.
Every situation you face you know you have a certain place to visit to rest your nerves.
Speak your frustrations and you are heard.
Cause I'm the peacekeeper.
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 8:26 PM UTC