Best Violent Poems
In violent fields,
No eye is on the sparrow.
It flits amidst the rage
Of sling and arrow.
And though to it
No refuge calls, still,
It beats its wing
Until to earth, it falls
A breathless thing.
How frail a thread
Holds hope above
The fray. Too soon
It yields to weight
Of mortal wound.
And sparrows lie
In fields
Like buds
That never bloom.
Stop! The violent protests and leave peaceful protesters out to make a difference strictly along. Whether you are in law enforcement or the national guard. You need to pray for peaceful solutions! But if all you want to do is assault police officers. Or if protesters burn down business and destroy personal and real property. If you want to incite rioting and violence! You need to be apprehended! I am sick and tired of racist police officers using African American males, Hispanic, and Native American males as "target practice" or unlawful harassment! Black Lives Matter! Today the city of Houston is holding memorial ceremonies for George Floyd. They firmly believe the time has come for closure and for our nation to move forward.
I am sorry about what happened to George Boyd and other minority groups! But letting your explosive anger erupted like a volcano! That Minnesota police officer committed nineteen years of similar acts of racism and violence. He just happened to get caught in the act! He never should have been admitted to the police academy in the first place! The other officers just stood there and watched! It was a national tragedy! In London England, Black Lives Matter are conducting peaceful protests in solidarity with the United States!
Some groups will use any excuse to riot! Some police officers will use any excuse to commit acts of violence! I firmly believe in peaceful protests! Unfortunately, they often end up in tragedy! One bad reaction by one or more groups leads to retaliation by the opposition! Resulting only escalating violence! The president wants to call out the United States military. And it will happen unless senseless acts of violence come to an abrupt ending! The Beatles once sang, "come together right now over me." "Let there be peace on earth and let it begin with me."
Stop! The senseless acts of violence! Private citizens even in communities such as Snohomish Washington! Are arming themselves, and standing outside of the business to protect them. They are citizens vigilantes. They want to stop looters and vandals in their tracks! In the days of the old west, there used to lynch mobs! We do not want the bad old days back again!
Love as always,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
June 02-03,2020
June 09, 2020 edited
Violent Faith
There is nothing more pleasing to God the Father
then for Him to see His precious children press in,
to take His Word just as it is written
and over the devil and his companions they will triumph and win.
The children of God these days, have “Violent Faith” it seems
courageous and fearless knowing the Lord is on our side,
with the truth of God’s Word in our heart we are to recover the spoils from the devil and
to his face tell him we know that to us he has lied.
“For, we service the Almighty God the precious
King of Kings and Lord of Lords is He,
the One Who holds the universe in one hand
with still enough room to hold you and me.
Violent Faith – what about Noah who heard the voice of God tell him
build an ark here in the middle of this dry land,
so working and toiling he got it all done
amidst the scoffers of the day he chose to take a bold stand.
Then came the two of the twelve spies, Joshua and Caleb
who proved to have known the voice of their God,
they said, “Giants in the land, who cares, isn’t Jehovah Nissi on our side”?
And they alone wanted to go and possess the promised sod.
Violent Faith – again like Joshua who said,
“As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord”,
or the shepherd boy, David, who trusted his God for the victory over Goliath
more than Saul’s armor and his sword.
Oh, for us to get a clear picture set in our mind
it’s so much fun to spoil the enemy’s despicable plan,
to tear down, uproot, and put him under foot where he belongs
and never allow him condemningly to stand.
Violent Faith – yes it is so badly needed
in these desperate and troubled times,
because it is true our Savior the Lord Jesus is coming soon
for we can see now so many signs.
And when He comes He says,
“Will I find faith on the earth”, and I say, “Oh, Lord count me in on this”,
for I believe that Violent Faith is the only way to survive
because the rapture we surely don’t want to miss.
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 13
The State’s then some kind of delirious Monster
Heartless It changes its head from time to time
Ultimate machine waging wars forever
Emits bizarre noises most smooth or clever
Through mouth-pieces that spin words sans sense nor rhyme
The State’s then some kind of delirious Monster
Drops never to sleep for fear of the neighbour
Has its eyes and ears peeled open all the time
Ultimate machine waging wars forever
Devoirs people kept under threat of hunger
Deprives them of human rights and over-time
The State’s then some kind of delirious Monster
Drives the sick into secret service gutter
Who then justify wars and villainous crime
Ultimate machine waging wars forever
Loves to strut on World Stage bonhomie player
While backstage lights the fuse Guy Fawkes failed to prime
The State’s then some kind of delirious Monster
Ultimate machine waging wars forever
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
the back-door window has laughed at misery
broken
deformed
my hands excited the center
a catastrophic introduction
together they depart
the perimeter remains behind and above
a complete separation
sever
abandon direct
we are one
memories are scars
to be fragmented is natural
organization is forced
the back-door window
now paralytic
disarranged
chaos
so mathematical
so perfectly dispersed
waste
garbage
art
Listen to this as a song!
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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 43
Cuck-uk ruck-cuckoo Paloma on the wing
Who gets to curry pot with 100Bn
The Eagle or the Cock gets to down bird with sling
Are the waters receding while we loud sing
Who brought us to high point at 2015
Cuck-uk ruck-cuckoo Paloma on the wing
Ere the ink is hardly dry El Ninos swing
How many wars will be wrought now in between
The Eagle or the Cock gets to down bird with sling
Will the Good Lord re-freeze melting ice crackling
From mouths of Seine Thames or Hudson here eighteen
Cuck-uk ruck-cuckoo Paloma on the wing
Nuclear tests in Pacific still in ears ring
How many more lush love green isles sunk in sin
The Eagle or the Cock gets to down bird with sling
Cheer one hundred ninety-seven hands signing
On waters lapping on heels under heat-lid bin
Cuck-uk ruck-cuckoo Paloma on the wing
The Eagle or the Cock gets to down bird with sling
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 57
The use of force to protect the weak the hungry
A Zapata whose righteous anger boils bounds
To set right an injustice the peasant to free
Is that violence that must be put under key
Whose anger Madero’s peaceable laws confounds
The use of force to protect the weak the hungry
Had not Steinbeck’s Wrath in the Land of Plenty
Set free Mao and Castro’s masses from their hounds
To set right an injustice the peasant to free
Who came to Kazan’s rescue Mice and Men stand free
Hang honour Hang power Hang the world out of bounds
The use of force to protect the weak the hungry
In Steinbeck’s words Can a man whose thoughts born angry
Bring peace to a world where laws of peace obey hounds
To set right an injustice the peasant to free
Who kills not to feed whose young who cry when hungry
Yet Krishna urged Arjuna take battle field grounds
The use of force to protect the weak the hungry
To set right an injustice the peasant to free
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 36
All day long we kill to keep the home clean
Insecticides aerosols rat poison
The killer instinct makes us bold and mean
Down by the pond mosquitoes wake and preen
Time to send fighter jets by the dozen
All day long we kill to keep the house clean
Peeled apples for veg flies succulent wean
We spend week-ends choking every last one
The killer instinct makes us bold and mean
Kids we love but not the kind who boil spleen
So we sock the wife more than hard in the bun
All day long we kill to keep the home clean
At Antipodes some guys flex muscles lean
Call that homefront affront to smite them down
The killer instinct makes us bold and mean
What counts home comfort by all overseen
Secure society to foist nation
All day long we kill to keep the house clean
The killer instinct makes us bold and mean
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 21
Would Hindus see in Paris kill Siva’s* will
Who’s show is this: Puppeteer or puppet’s
Kali-Yuga* dragging hind legs to standstill
Callow kids spray lead to warn not infidel
For what glory of own faith’s idle pets
Would Hindus see in Paris kill Siva’s will
What kills: finger on trigger or divine will
ISIS hand or lead Kalashnikov jets
Kali-Yuga dragging hind legs to standstill
Piecemeal World War III Papal wisdom mill
Did not racial hatred collide with tenets
Would Hindus see in Paris kill Siva’s will
Some people seek to dress world in their frill
Are Crusaders fratricidal Semites
Kali-Yuga dragging hind legs to standstill
Andromeda clash through Milky Way spill
Lest ISIS pound Kali-Yuga with jets
Would Hindus see in Paris kill Siva’s will
Kali-Yuga dragging hind legs to standstill
• Siva: Hindu Trinity of the Godhead Brahman
composed of Brahma (Creator), Vishnu (Preserver)
And Siva (Destroyer)
• Kali-Yuga: According to Hindus, the “Iron Age” (the last phase of human existence), having commenced with the Mahabharatha (the Great War on February 18, 3102 B.C.E.)
will come to an end in less than 430000 years. – time enough to shoot the Milky Way to pulp.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 45
Sound the gongs Blow the trumpets Let pigeons soar
The most well-kept secret’s about to be sawn
At last Great Leaders can reveal the true Law
Who makes worlds go round and round like swinging door
Who turns on firmament lights like on home lawn
Sound the gongs Blow the trumpets Let pigeons soar
Who drew Andromeda into Milky Way’s maw
Who raised Wall of Galaxies as tennis lawn
At last Great Leaders can reveal the true Law
Who made glacial periods run like mad wild boar
Who swung meteorites like golf balls every dawn
Sound the gongs Blow the trumpets Let pigeons soar
Truth ricochets like Le Bourget planes roar
The secret’s hidden from us poor folks ill-born
At last Great Leaders can reveal the true Law
Thanks to COP21 we now know much more
NATURE is the plaything of those who use brawn
Sound the gongs Blow the trumpets Let pigeons soar
At last Great Leaders can reveal the true LAW
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 58
No way must such protective force serve politics
Nor ally dictator army criminal police
None might weigh on Nature to impose its ethics
No exceptions tolerate no geopolitics
No super power excuse to fiddle with peace
No way must such protective force serve politics
No edifice stands aloft loose in building bricks
No Zapata fights for latifundio prize fees
None might weigh on Nature to impose its ethics
Dare not wanton call Nature’s course fiddlesticks
Even if life you lay down for cause in sacrifice
No way must such protective force serve politics
Can one forfeit life placate people’s economics
Mahatma Gandhi saw life’s work torn piece by piece
None might weigh on Nature to impose its ethics
Only the chieftain who bears with peoples’ conflicts
Can lead them along the road to Nature’s hospice
No way must such protective force serve politics
None might weigh on Nature to impose its ethics
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 63
The mystery of Birth holds no great secret
Poïetics the creative process neither
Can Death twin sister of Birth nothing beget
Who has returned to re-possess carcass to let
If ever one there was what does he remember
The mystery of Birth holds no great secret
Which Pharoah still sails to lands unknown in debt
Which Zhong Guo Emperor led clay armies conquer
Can Death twin sister of Birth nothing beget
Yi Jing puts most of it down to whims of climate
The old lay their weary bones down by winter
The mystery of Birth holds no great secret
To kill no one first needs bury the hatchet
No Marquis de Sade roughride Justine either
Can Death twin sister of Birth nothing beget
Does Death disintegrate essence ultimate
Cult of the Unknown Fear of the Nether
The mystery of Birth holds no great secret
Can Death twin sister of Birth nothing beget
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
Villanelle : The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 18
World in which is ingrained innate violence
Where nation-States all hell-bent on blitz wars
He who abstains from doing harm commits offence
Is branded traitor parasite perched on fence
On conscientious objector shine no stars
World in which is ingrained innate violence
Even cowards by nature obtain licence
To kill at will armed to the teeth in holy wars
He who abstains from doing harm commits offence
The non-violent sport no medals bright dense
Nor do they rape their loved ones inflicting scars
World in which is ingrained innate violence
Boosting ego is the craft of violence
Insecure feelings drive muscle-man jaws
He who abstains from doing harm commits offence
Do no harm and attain pure inner silence
Resort to arms let rage Raskolnikov indoors
World in which is ingrained innate violence
He who abstains from doing harm commits offence
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Yesterday colonial century ago
China Brazil India fed not masses
Today whose rate of growth cannot stop but grow
Rich and mighty nations always wanted more
Invested in ammunition to cut losses
Yesterday colonial century ago
Yesterday poor nations gasped for breath to sow
Who doled out guns made from lethal gases
Today whose rate of growth cannot stop but grow
Yesterday nomads roamed deserts without dough
Till from under their soles spurt oil and gases
Yesterday colonial century ago
Tomorrow rich nations will trillions borrow
Mass unrest will choke more than greenhouse gases
Today whose rate of growth cannot stop but grow
Day after tomorrow will expose vain Ego
Will national leaders all betray masses
Yesterday colonial century ago
Today whose rate of growth cannot stop but grow
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Villanelle: The dilemma of the non-violent – 2
Villanelle: The dilemma of the non-violent – 2
The formal war according to ancient rules
The pitted hosts convened on common ground
Till the last man drops or takes to his heels
Pandavas* Kauravas* on Kurukshetra fields
Victim serfs spiral eddy underground
The formal war according to ancient rules
Ceasar’s murder avenged on Philippi hills
Who but Anthony would wear Brutus’ crown
Till the last man drops or takes to his heels
Would Krishna’s advice suit glorious fools
Where would todays’s Police victims lone stand
The formal war according to ancient rules
Raison d’Etat sprouts spikes on Police bulls
Would Matador face dead toro rule-bound
Till the last man drops or takes to his heels
When cowards anonymous cloak their jowls
Under Ku Klux Klan racist Police command
The formal war according to ancient rules
Till the last man drops or takes to his heels
°Pandavas and Kauravas: opposing forces in the Hindu epic Mahabharatha (Great War), related by blood
and fighting for the anomaly of succession to the same throne. The Bhagavad Gita (Song of God) is part of this epic poem, the longest to date.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015