"strafe" poems
In a Strike
Lightning in Dice
I'm no Psych
Just a Mice
~
With a Slice
Be the Treasure
There's no Rice
But whole Pleasure
~
It's a Measure
To be Safe
Y'all Immature
Learn to Strafe
~
You a Waif
Me a Pure
Don't you Chafe
You Impure
~
Sea is Azure
Trust my Gut
But I'm Sure
I can Cut
~
Battle will Begin
Their's no Mercy
Who can Win
With no Thirsty
~
Don't be Nasty
Ships will Fire
They are Classy
Like a Choir
~
With no Tire
We will Roll
Do not Retire
That's out Goal
~
Burn the Soul
Fight with Urge
Do your Role
Let's Purge
~
We won't Merge
Enemy is tricky
To the Verge
Give them Hickey.
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 4:08 PM UTC
*Can you see me standing here?
High above you all so tall?
Don't you worry, never fear,
I'll never let anyone else feel small.*
**Tired of the sight of seeing you lonely,
No one in this world is perfect,
Protect you from this cruel world,
Only if you bring me your sympathy,
Showering me in your stories,
And bring me so much joy and laughter,
Perishing all your worries,
Creating a new amiable chapter.**
*Right here and now,
The time is right.
I've seen your struggle,
I've seen your plight.
I'm here to help,
Lending a strong hand
I'll never let you go,
Please understand.
This is truth,
This is the light.
I won't let you down,
We'll win this fight.*
**You were the greatest,
You were my strafe,
I vowed the world,
To keep you safe,
There's no denying,
This is your home,
This is your life,
This is your place,
I only want the best for you,
I'd be glad to see your face.**
*I smile upon you, keeping this sacred vow,
To stand by your side, even if we journey through hell.
There is no use, trying to ask me how,
No, we will not hide, until the evil we cross has fell.*
**And as it burns,
You finally get what you wished for.
Don't ever lose a turn,
Play your cards right , don't draw blood , draw fours.
The only thing I need from you is love,
You know what they say,
Love is an open door.**
*We can walk through,
Hand in hand.
Following along,
With the ultimate plan.
It's now or never,
Time to choose.
Either way, together,
We can never lose.*
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 9:33 PM UTC
*Hail to Caesar now, Zeig Heil
Noble Eagle Standard flies,
Schutzstaffel in midnight legion
Disciplined long stabbing knives.
Heil to goose stepped march precision
Noble Eagle Standard soars,
Centurian’s in closed division
Screaming stukas strafe azores.
Fist to leather armour snapping
Stiff arms high in thronged salute,
Hail to Caesar sing the Legions
Zeig Heil Waffen SS brute.
Discipline of Shield defences
Stabbing lances follow swords
Clouds of arrows fill the heaven
Dachau’s ovens roast the hoards.
Winged Aquila flies the column
Wielded high as Roman’s would,
Black and white with red blood running
Swastikas where Jews once stood.
Europe caste in corpses rotting
Women screaming in the land,
Deutsch and Roman locked forever
Destroyers both, in history’s hand.*
Marshalg
In response to Anselm’s “Two Translations”
25 March 2013
On a cool and dry Autumn afternoon.
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 1:44 AM UTC
I'm going home,
leaving the pack unknown and unsafe
and my eyes strafe, swoon and sigh at the holy display
of the pure 9-to-5,
walking away from her place of pay,
to go home like me tonight.
A swift above carries on home,
food for its young carried between teeth and tongue.
A family walk from the local school,
with song being sung from the cooler two of the sons.
A car reverses nearly knocking and smudging the woman in blue;
a jacket atop a blouse, pristine shop-bought-new.
I remember her sunglasses.
I remember her eyes from behind her sunglasses.
I remember her staring me down through the lenses
melancholy and blue,
knowing that this was a passing
break-through affair.
Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 1:17 PM UTC
Thanks for all that you say
Night and Day
Nothing more do I have to pay
This friendship is what I have
So thank you
And that poem too
I needed that pick me up
To get back up
Its a dark time
For me right now
Nothings safe
My problems they strafe
I try to hit them away
But they dodge
One big Hodge bodge
But you were there
And you did Care
And so did I
So I didn't want you to die
Heres a line about pie
So I do love you
In a platonicall way
You helped me
Because of you
I now enjoy life too
Best buds
Society's duds
Quirky, and weebs
We peeps
And life plays for keeps
So keep this friendship going
Keep our minds peaceful like its snowing
Buds
Duds
Friends
To the bitter end
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 2:16 AM UTC
I am very seriously angry
My government has gone mad.
It seems to be out to get me
And take everything I ever had.
Once I was proud of my country
And got a swell in my throat
When I heard the national anthem.
That was before they stole my vote.
That was before I discovered
This country had been co-opted.
That was before the them of hatred
Had been officially adopted.
That was when animals were safe
And our national resources were too.
Now my government was to ******
The birthright owing to me and you.
That was before being rich
Was the only way to be fairly safe.
That was before the government
Chose to put their weapons on strafe.
That was before the wealthy
Could do whatever they might want
And before they felt it was their right
To go on television and flaunt.
They flaunt their hatred of women,
The poor and the weak and sick.
That was before I could not deny
Our country had become a ****
A horrifyingly rich and powerful
Banana republic , we’re the worst.
Equality and protection are gone
Unless you are a millionaire.
And even then you must adhere
To the party line or else beware.
But we have the greediest bunch
Of liars and evil brand of crooks
That have ever been in control;
The leaders are cooking the books.
Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 8:26 PM UTC
A white blanket of frost laid down, to soon
Last day we were plucking peaches from trees
It came like a lurking black wolf, full moon
The shade of pale spreads like wild fire, high breeze.
Inside we are cozy with heat, now safe
Watching the flames rise up scaring the night
High winds blow hard, a knock come to, I strafe
Not to go out the doors, white hazeful bite.
Tis the time of the white dragon, up high
Breathing frost down to all people chosen
We cannot wait for this to end, stand bye
Arctic waves of bright blue have been frozen.
A rough season, white heat given away,
Yet in the midst there goes a white Blue Jay.
Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 11:15 PM UTC
Through the tunnel, distant voices.
Through the tunnel, I see them.
Through the tunnel, the shadows strafe.
Through the tunnel, raging noises.
Through this tunnel all danger is funneled... does this keeps me protected and safe?
The inner walls, are drab and dreary.
The inner walls, comprised of the past.
The inner walls, lined with scars and sores.
The inner walls, are tired, weary.
The tunnel is caving? Yes, from pain I was braving from words, actions, and more.
A foxhole, a foxhole, only as good as its structure.
A foxhole, a tunnel, only as good as its shelter.
A tunnel, a defense, only good when intact.
A defense, a defense, will fall when punctured.
This defense mechanism is a curse and will worsen the person it was meant to protect.
This defense, this defense, is a watery grave.
This defense, this foxhole, is filling up fast.
This foxhole, this trap, no longer has purpose.
This trap, this trap, was not meant to save.
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 2:17 PM UTC
Each contain seven pictures
Each drawn and quartered
Third easel'd and painted
The fourth merely this world
and if you add together the dis
continents and containments
The Field
lies unplowed beyond each square of pavement
Black hardwood and rainments
Bishoprics and taints
Elementary you say, we'll ain't it quaint
Four Sevens is enough to turn my year ago
Enough is how much they say can fill up just one
Drawer
well add pluralities of empathy
and subtract my ego thats hurting for wealth
and you'd have some Thing like an object which could represent
Well
Health is just environments inside shelves of disorder
They rarely start me in winter fold fall back to summer
and Spring
A gracious step across lilypads
Strafe not for air covers ground patrols sweep
Submariners are the only kind I know not who they are these
Cheats I take for honest
Honest men I could count on my middle finger
Me and you
Two
Well
One is just a Drawer
On a cabinet
Which I no longer own
and it contains the air inside it
and whatever you put in it
Well I own that too.
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 1:00 AM UTC
Inside my chest lies an anomaly,
An anatomical wonder;
Inside me lives my triangle heart,
Ever torn asunder.
No rounded edges has my soul,
'Cause chafers gon' chafe;
It beats irregular the time,
Like constant battle strafe.
Often dead my heart's become,
Silent as the grave;
Resuscitated by the shock,
Its walls have nearly caved.
No weather wears the pointy ends,
And no waves caress the stone;
My heart lies cold and rough within,
Pleased to be alone.
No harm has knocked upon its doors,
Nor has its core been touched;
Indeed, my heart has felt no warmth
Since you replaced its flesh.
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 5:32 PM UTC
a bird on a wire
anxiously tweets
outside my
Good Friday
pane
The Carl Vinson
battle group
plies the China Seas
rolling through waves
like a deadly
Tsunami
MOABS plaster
mountainsides,
commanders are
certain the right
bomb, for the right job
produced a righteous
body count
Tomahawks strafe
another Syrian
neighborhood, already
desperately choking on
the stench of corpses
“Crucify Him!”
They shout
“We want blood!”
“Give em a
good scourging”
Before we place
a crown of thorns
on his head
Let the blood drip
pierce him with
a pike, let it all
spill out
The pundits
sanctify the
sacraments
of death with
strategic acuity
Just another day
in a closer walk
with Thee, for the
Pilgrims of Sorrow
Music: Soul Stirrers,
Pilgrim of Sorrow
Painting:
The Road of Sorrows
Nina Marchenko
Good Friday 2017
Lavallette NJ
jbm
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 6:08 PM UTC
My giant, my giant, close your tired eyes.
Dance in your dream world, until the sunrise.
My giant, my giant, soften your breath.
Let the calm night fill your body with strength.
Even the ants, now lay in their beds.
Queen seals all gates, while slumber slowly spreads.
Watch falling leaf, dew droplet descend.
Hugging the meadow, as today comes to end.
Deep in your head, there's a lake full of tears.
From all joy, all sorrow, from all of your years.
But deep in your mind, there's a fortress of strafe.
That keeps the lake still, that keeps the lake safe.
Deep in your chest, is a prison of past.
Made out of promises, you couldn’t make last.
But deep in your heart, are gemstones and coal.
There all of your sinners, will go for parole.
My giant, my giant, the river still flows.
Bud wind that brings worries - no longer blows.
My giant, my giant, moonflowers bloom.
They'll watch over giants, here inside your room.
Birds do not bicker; the hill is at peace.
Willows are drowsy, all stars in one piece.
Fireflies flicker, like your tired eyes.
So set your stress free - just until the sunrise.
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 4:01 PM UTC
You know i know so much about you
thats what can make things great
when was the last time you were friends before you went on a date?
stop chasing these guys that give you no respect
once you see how i do, you'll have no regrets
i love what we have right now
but i want it to grow up into the clouds
see were our happiness takes us
we can sing it out loud
let me make you smile when you are sad
help you through this world of bad
keep satan out of your reach so you feel safe
together we will both strafe
stop fighting the feelings and let it ride
since when are you the one to not take dangers side
i wont be waiting around forever
so dont drop me by pulling the lever
the time is now and the choice is yours
come on baby just walk through the door
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 4:18 PM UTC
I’m a puppeteer, I pull the strings.
Once I catch you, you are forever my doll.
You can hide it, you can even fight it, but I’ll always be able to make you do things.
You will always follow my protocol.
You may think you have a choice.
You may think you have free will.
But you will follow every word of my passive voice.
And I’ll use you to get my thrill.
If you ever leave, I’ll leave a string hanging so I can tug on it when you’re gone.
You may think that you’re safe.
But in the end you’re just my little pawn.
The path Is set for you and you cannot strafe.
For I am a puppeteer and I must confess.
I am the best at this game I call chess.
Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 12:47 AM UTC
A great wall of slate.
Too tall, too wide -
To climb, to strafe:
A firm divide.
Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 6:40 AM UTC
1:12:18
I don’t believe in size and fit
Or the split head’s of animals that
Cross the aching mind of the girl I’m with.
If its disease is blood then we’ve all got this
Same type of familiar sickness, just don’t Think that you won’t have to bother with it.
There’s a symptom, it shapes the skull
And wraps it with wire and twine. It’s just a Plaything or a ******* eating the fruit from The beasts and scarlet joys in the stashes
Of instant reliefs. Smooth arches off the
Feigning mood lines in the rough shadow
In your tourmaline corpse. Jostling in a glass bed of horror *** and crying as you wake up in a garden where nothing lives.
Shakes, too. Betting starvation and whet with the shivers in this strafe.
Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 1:15 AM UTC
Is it ever safe
Is it ever okay
Without getting a strafe
Yet with filled with frey
Is it ever good to come out
Is it ever a good thing
Without getting doubt
And sringing stars of spring
Is it ever understandable
Is it ever full
Without getting the labol
And feel great pull
It is ever good
It is ever forgivin
With possibilities of could
You'll feel the best you ever been
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 10:34 PM UTC
a blood-dyed string of destiny unites us,
from end to hematic end.
i dance and strafe,
to and fro,
skirring the breath-thin thread.
it’s not til’ i’m entangled
that i discern the red is my own alone.
my place in this web i apperceive,
while you perch upon the heart of the now gossamer,
like the right widow you are.
Sep 4, 2024
Sep 4, 2024 at 7:29 PM UTC
*I tried to keep you safe
Shielded you from harm
And words alike they strafe
I was entrapped by your charm
The more I get close
The more you push me away
You are a rose
Beautiful in every way but you hurt me by words you say
I love you more than I thought was possible
I gave you what I thought was more than enough
Yet you were still unstoppable
You ran from me as if you believed I was tough*
***But my love, I'm already breaking
And excruciatingly aching***
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 2:09 PM UTC
*Soldier retrograde street-fighter
Molotov pressure cooker Christian
time bomb exploder carpet bomber
terroristic naval artillery quagmire
knee deep hell bent atrocity filled
suicide Iran bomber shotgun strafe militaristic
sweep Marine Muslim civilian shopping
mall siege dependent oil driven world
leader Russian handshaker photograph maker
invader*
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 1:57 PM UTC
Behind the lines
What we are doing?
This are for the sake of our feelings
Because we look forward to pursuing.
Behind the lines
We play safe,
To avoid the probable chafe
So we're exchanging sweet words secretly by strafe.
Behind the lines
We play hide and seek,
We are so obvious about our feelings, I can see we are both weak
We're so scared to find out but this could possibly leak.
Behind the lines
We communicate,
We talk for our fate
But we know we're not ready because of our state.
Behind the lines
I made a move,
Asked you to enjoy and groove
And said that I'll wait, just watch I'll prove.
Behind our lines
There's a trauma
That's why we felt this aura
That brings us both to a nirvana
Behind our lines
We are scared
Because we were unprepared
Our feelings were undeclared
But I'm telling you this at first
Before we met at the line
My feelings for you was clearly declared.
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 12:58 AM UTC
These new nights,
Overshadowed by lights,
Are plagued by my thoughts,
My memories hitting me like gunshots.
Wrapped in the heaven of sheet and cloth,
With the flapping of the most distant moth,
I lay, buried, safe.
Avoiding the mental strafe.
Come unto me, broken god,
Who my heart so often ****
To new lengths and troubles,
Where dark thoughts come, in doubles.
To the sleeping fear from deep within,
I no longer fear your foul grin.
And to the monster with starts in her eyes,
Go forth, free, unchained from the skies.
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 4:01 PM UTC
Remembered sensations
of cut stained glass dawns .
Rich in the embers of
fires from time passed .
Kissed in fury
Lost in tenderness.
The softness
The sweetness
The never diminished
Strafe of femininity.
A gentle peacemaking
roll of thunder .
Surveying the land
for promises kept .
Startled by glimpses
of echoed rememberances .
She was soft and eager
with a dangerous
primitive desire.
A hopeless appeal to
her lawlessness.
With no direction
she turned the corner
abandoning pride
neither giving nor taking .
As he’s finishing a painting
He wonders
would he hear from her again .
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 11:42 PM UTC
Today's weather reminds me how it used to be.
Wonderful, wild, young and carefree.
Little did I care about making money or a job,
little did I know what it was to dress proper or a slob.
I remember running, through the neighbors yards,
chasing, chasing, a flying card.
It flew in the wind, way up high,
into a beautiful and welcoming, open summer sky.
Sometimes I'll close my eyes, to find myself there,
sometimes I go, where I shall not care.
But I snap right back, to where I belong,
because I know that to not ever care, is just so wrong.
Because here there are people who look up to me,
who needs the person, that I need to be.
Not a hero, or a saint, neither angel or savior,
just another friendship, another memory they can savor.
I don't mind, rushing up to arms at the call,
I will tear through armies, mountains, oceans and every single wall,
if that means that my friends are safe, and can safely stand tall.
But once and a while, after the smoke has settled,
instead of bones of my past, and the blood on my hands,
I will go back, and dream, of those distant lands.
I'm drawn and tempted, tempted to go,
to travel nearly far, to only where I only know.
Back the land, the land of my home,
where I may set my mind free, free to roam.
Back there,
back where,
where I may call safe,
I must ready the defenses,
and prepare for strafe.
They shall test the borders,
they shall try to break my will,
but they shall never take the sky,
no matter how artful the skill.
Back there
back where,
where I can call home,
back there
back where,
my heart shall forever roam.
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 2:10 AM UTC