poetry of war?

Creators of war,
What is the score? ?


Tell us creators of war: what, pray tell, is the score?
Who is winning now, the bloodshed my taxes pay for?
If we are here now, looking back, what is now in store?
To thee, we implore: Creators of war, what is the score?
Have you taken into account myth legend and lore?


We searched for something familiar across the span
To use as comparison with what is down there in iran
That wicked mouthpiece, that supreme leaders’ man
We think we might, we think we are, we think we can
Choose a chosen to tenderize that things’ dark plan

Very nice, thanks for sharing.

I wonder when there is going to be another poetry contest again? Maybe with an environmental theme this time?

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Ooh! Green based poetry?

now that is a truly tantilizing concept, interesting potential.

Dedicated to the troops who put themselves in harms way, in preperation for another memorial day


Some handmade poetry (***in coalition with other internal and external forces ...)

Who and what’s opinion decides what’s in a name?
Who and what’s opinion chooses to see what’s same?
Let’s hope the opinion you harbor isn’t too lame…..

i have all that i need, i have all the proof
to prove to all here that you're the spoof

more or less i'm greater than you've ever called "mine"
i'm cloaked in the trinity and i'm born of the trine

and only when i'm so inclined
will i share with you what i find

look at you! not knowing what you seek
look at you! your truth is soooooo weak
pick a fight with me? i open, take a peek

it is you who came knocking on the somethings’ door
it is you who came here looking for somethings’ more
it is i who answer the calls, and all i have is my core
you have little ammunition, i have far much in store
do battle with you? you make it so easy, it's almost a bore

for as long as it is i you blame and accuse
it's your choice to be a dumb ass that will lose
do you have anger, hate, and rage all bound within?
i am your target, bring your all, it is time to begin.

when the base of your being is shocked by my sublime
your only solace is knowing i, like you, one leg at a time

just because i can not lie
don't be discouraged or shy

i have beaten the living pulp out of far greater than you
i answer your challenge, if your head is full of doo doo

come along now and enjoy the ride
you underestimated who's on my side
i claim to have with me someones’ pride
battle! do or do not? you've never tried
and all you can do is take it in stride
as for our choice, we need not hide


so if you choose to read this, please enjoy
the truisms found, we so choose to employ

Creators of war,
What is the score?
Have you taken into account myth legend and lore?
Tell us creators of war: what, pray tell, is the score?
Who is winning now, the bloodshed my taxes pay for?
If we are here now, looking back, what is now in store?
To thee, we implore: Creators of war, what is the score?

We searched for something familiar across the span
To use as comparison with what is down there in iran
That wicked mouthpiece, that supreme leaders’ man
We think we might, we think we are, we think we can
Choose a chosen to tenderize that things’ dark plan

I’m no longer sure this is it’s game
This thing is not quite the same
Bent on hiding, and killing fame
Not our friend, not too tame

Not lost, apathies’ norm
An Anti-apotheosis storm
Twisting words is it’s form

irans' foul mouthpiece, the supreme leaders' ahmoud
twisting their truth, thier words, woe, woe, oh how rude
what a silly odd man, yet what a sick dissorientated dude

who choiced this? Do we now have thee authority to speak for our nation?
does this thing really want us to fight against what should be our relation?

this thing, the anti-jesus, anti-jew, anti-muslim words it spews
it has yet to meet the abilities, the potentials, passion of our crews

where is the oportunity to debate this fallacy?
look at the obsticles, chain of command, we see

if corporations ceos' clan rules the day
they have made a mistake, out of our way

some who were born of the real red white and blue
have a certain knack of knowing what we shall do

pick a fight with us little weak iran?
isn't being supreme leader your plan?
and now you bring ahmoud, little man?
to want to argue, debate, any american?

given the opportunity, we would rock this thing to its' core
if you obstruct us pre-dater, predator, creators' pre-8 tore
does this things' apathies norm storm, know what is in store?

ahmoud, as for the debachery you project
ahmoud, as for who is here to serve and protect .....

rumble rumble rumble small earthquakes crumble
there in iran a thing that is far far far from humble ...

[edit on 30-5-2010 by Esoteric Teacher]

Interesting 2nd poem.

I don't agree with its content but well worth a read.

Here is a challenge - write a poem using the Gulf Oil spill as a topic ...

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ooh, ok ....

let's look at the key words and try to make something rhyme ..
as per request of how deltaalphanovember's spent some time...

remember "their" shouts, lobbiests pouts, "Drill Baby Drill"
where was their contengency plan for such a spill?
they made trillion$ in profits since last senate on capitol hill
remember "their" shouts, lobbiests pouts, "Drill Baby Drill"

were their horizons so deep,
no promises they can keep?

day after day the blackness oozes from "their" ocean floor
week after week, more than a month, mother natures' war?
ask their public relations team, so, now, what is the score?

in rooms of incompitent ceos toil
on how to stop "their" leaking oil

why should i care, i must confess
are we sure this isn't "their" mess?


BUT ... HOWEVER ....

As long as it is us who use gas to get from A to B
WHY THE HELL aren't we all responsible for our sea?
Apparantly it is the laws themselves that prevent it, you see?


case and point:
Kevin Costners' proven cleanup machines denied deployment by British Petroleum.

However, i havn't bought that oil yet, so ...
their oil rig
their oil
their commodity
their ocean floor
their laws enforce the above

my mess?


if the captain of a ship starts poking holes in the ship, what am i suppose to focus my energies on, the holes being poked in the ship, or the captain who is poking the holes in the ship?

look at the oil execs, and how they spend money to get their kicks
now look at what is in their wake, their mess, their oil slicks
plug the hole or discontinue the highest paid lobbiests' picks
i think we have earned the right to question these dicks ...

[edit on 31-5-2010 by Esoteric Teacher]

Bravo! That was excellent!

ATS poets? Where are you?

In a time of Peace, where Love and Compassion reign;
Time is complacent, and Cause is the factor we all do deign,
But as surely as we know the sun will rise again tomorrow
Our hearts, though glad and joyful, anticipate that dread of sorrow,
For in our hearts, we know the truth, and that today is because of past,
And Cause has Effect, and we know that Peace will never, ever, last.

For, as surely as there is justice, there is a time when justice is absent;
Perhaps just tardy, but with this lateness comes victims which were sent,
From the crime of confusion, the sin of despair, and Love gives way to Fear,
The light is extinguished, and vanity distinguished, and all we hold so Dear,
Gets twisted, and turned, so that victims may flourish, and with each breath,
We gasp, and exhale, we sputter and mutter, and stare in the eyes of death.

Oh what a strange and wondrous dilemma we face, we souls who do not die,
To leave that Garden of Peace, in search of knowledge, always asking why,
This is our game to keep us from boredom, always needing a game to play,
So we set up the rules, some have to win, some have to loose, it is the way;
The game is survival, and the rules say we die, and we ignore contradiction,
Forgetting we're immortal, we turn to mystics who preach their benediction.

In the absence of Love, there is only fear, and what we fear most is Power,
So we turn to the mystics who in turn demand we tithe and build a tower,
Where they may rule, we may toil, clinging to Fear, and harboring Hate,
Our emotions are facile, but as we awake, we turn to anger that won't abate,
We demand justice, we call for equality, we want, and want, and we want,
But like attracts like, and want brings more want, leaving us all so gaunt.

Enough is enough, we cry! Cry havoc, and let loose the dogs of war!
Cry freedom, cry justice, it is war and destruction we want more and more,
We do so in looking for Peace, but we Hate, and we Fear, looking for Peace,
Until we surrender, and loose our wars, signing treatises, so war will cease,
Peace at last! Let Love and Compassion come to us now and ever so fast,
But deep in our hearts, we know, this Peace, will never, ever, ever, last.

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That is deep, thoughtful, and really nice
and shared with us at the right price!
i'm glad to read your shared poetic vice

we have done battle in the darkest of places
we have stood in rank with angelic faces

when need be, we require no shield
what use have we of a weapon to wield?
we might just be a kin to the unified field ....

forgive us, all, if it is your souls we coax
but we are pretty damn sure death is a hoax!

Originally posted by deltaalphanovember
Interesting 2nd poem.

I don't agree with its content but well worth a read.

Here is a challenge - write a poem using the Gulf Oil spill as a topic ...

Homer, you used to be a friend of mine, till the oil . . came,
Homer, you used to be a friend of mine, . . but the sea is not the same,
Is it ?
You were an old sea turtle, making your way to shore,
A natural in nature's waters, asking for nothing more, . . .
Than to be left alone.
I saw you on the evening news, suddenly battling for your life,
Paddling through the oily mire, . . routine . .now turned to strife.

What has mankind wrought ?

This planet has provided, . . we've taken and we've used,
The dollar makes us weaker, surer to abuse,
The gifts of mother nature.

Homer, you used to be a friend of mine . . but the sea is not the same.

Forgive our greed.

we think it is, for as long as any corporations
force deny telling everyone of their creations
earths, the worse & worse it gets for all nations
help making more control, promoting fabrications
then wonder why earth leaks from the foundatiions?
and deep horizons' now, our/their final preparations ...
can't do what they promised with their seas' plantations?

"drill baby drill" was sarah palins' lies
"drill baby drill" was sarah palins' cries
"drill baby drill" was sarah palins' ties
prior to running in 2012, any compromises?

stand by your word, scratch your itch
stand on your platform, you silly bitch

And view fox "news", their apathetic finger points
smart as smart can be, if smoking many joints

Glenn beck is inept, his own advice he can't take
Sean Hannity, too, like he knows what's at stake
They aren't reporters per say, something is fake
dare to point the finger at one man, for your sake
and blame him alone, like it wasn't their mistake
and blame him alone, not fox's shimmering lake?
when high in sight arrives, remember they spake
we blame all others, for us eating their truth cake
cannibals consuming ratings, witnessing their make?

in one truism, it is not just fox's priorities news
in one truism, they are bitter knowing they lose
in one truism, wake up now, their lies will snooze
mine is mine, and your minds they shall not abuse
as they point fingers at whomever they choose
as they point fingers at whomever they can accuse

& firefighters cannot forget, we will always remember
what happened within us on the eleveth of september

literally i was there, surrounded by flames all around
behind me were crates of hellfire missiles on the gound
relying on all i had learned in life for this situation i found
time was slower than a speed i knew, and silence had sound

dwelling on the pass a fist of pope john paul
as western nations watched their towers fall
they never had a clue? knew nothing at all?

and the words we all depend upon to communicate
do not permit us to share or offer a medium to relate
what we have had to endure, hoping it is not too late
to find those words within us, truisms of our souls fate
do we want to know, words for a intra-mental checkmate...

we have stood in rank with angelic faces
we have done battle in the darkest of places

End Transmission,
ET

I don't ask these questions
because I want to know the date
when the world ends
and I dont hate
because of the answers
that the questions provide;
I don't even need a religion
to nurse me through guilt and inadequacy:
for I know I am a good man
and that should be enough to grant me Heavens' Key.

priorities distorted
souls be contorted

war of poetry
a battle for free?
livid crime spree
epitome of insanity
that ain't 2 pretty

robot drones overhead they fly
countless civilian casualties cry
just calatural damage they die
who's ties it together? shall we try?
too many questions? i shouldn't pry?
we've earned the right to ask us why!