Airborne WWII


Terror terror, from the sky above,

As we borne from where we love,

A newfound skill in which we honed,

Through success will bring us home,

Metal flying and thunder erupt,

Some bodies fall whilst spirits up,

Darkness surrounds as blood drips red,

Lead impacts the already dead,

While one is captive by his fright,

His fellow brother holds him tight,

In this chaos can we hold our sanity,

As we war with our humanity.


My Shepherd


I shall walk through the valley of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil for thou art with me,

If in this valley I take my last breath,

I will not fret, my soul is free,


And if unto death I will go,

I will kneel before thee, upon thy face,

Up to heaven thine life to stow,

You are My Shepherd, thy living Grace.

Superior Inferiority


Hail, hail to what we achieved,

For no being has seen what we’ve seen,

Why can’t we be,

What we been we,

For now we are not what we have been,

Yes, confusing, I’d say it is,

But no longer morals,

Or character is held at a high standard,

Or carried through generation.

I know I know,

Where are the rhyming words?

For is this not poetry?

First things first,

Let me get this across,

America the great and,

America the beautiful,

You were so behaved,

Ever so reserved,

Where have you gone,

To besmirch your once elegant ways,

And tarnish your foundation,

A God fearing and God loving nation,

Now sin riddled and causing abrasions,

To our dignity and rectitude,

Men with men,

Women with women,

Committing what is shameful,

But now considered shameless,

Moreover cheered rather than abhorred,

Hush hush, it may seem I’m being hateful,

But what im stating is a fact and not an opinion,

Understand, once in the womb you’re now living,

So why is it we can legally kill the living?

I wish it was the time before,

The time the founding fathers were here,

Knowing through wisdom from Above,

What is right and what is wrong.

However, we are now left alone,

In an ill-gotten society,

Forgive us our fathers whom art in heaven,

I know you look upon us in mourn,

With hearts heavy and torn,

For the country you born,

Is now left hopeless and sore.

Know I understand,

And with this I end,

This isn’t poetry, it’s a statement.

Know when reading this, it breaks most “rules”, technically guidelines, that poetry consists. I don’t mean to offend, but if i do, then so be it, by all means take offense. I rather somebody be offended and know the facts then be comfortable and be living in someone else’s opinion.

-Paul Dwyer

From Whence They Came


Come they did to fight,

Defend we did for nights,

Back and forth,

To and fro,

Gun fire, blood and fright,


An enemy they were deemed,

Evil and dangerous they seemed,

But nothing more,

Than a greedy whore,

Their wound we reamed,


A good and hearty effort,

they put,

But their army and their confidence,


The French the French,

Was their name,

We sent them back,

From whence they came.

The Eagle


Proud and bold this Eagle flys,

Unknowing what is in the sky’s,

Through the clouds and past the wind,

The Eagle flys towards his kingdom,


The land he wants and the land he scours,

Through many battles and bloody hours,

He fought and won the greatest battles,

Only to leave other countries rattled,


For some he is an opportunity,

And others he is placed in scrutiny,

Help he gives when prompted,

Fear he emits when flaunted,


Who is this Eagle,

That leaves his enemy’s feeble?

Oh, he is the greatest of them all,

He’s the United States of America damnit!

The Trial


Fret, fret,

My heart is set,


And keen,

I have not met,

My time,

In which,

I am to be,


And kept,


Up and down,

No mind serene,


I have,

This time I mean.



This lust I see,



My life to glean.


I am in trial.

Haughty Humpty


Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,

He succumbed to death by a great fall,

Some say it was his pride that led him astray,

But we know not what occured that day.


Was it his pride that ensued his death,

Caused him to stumble with his last breath,

For none but himself will ever know,

How it was he fell below,


Great and wise he thought him to be,

Widespread his boast for all to see,

In the end it made not a difference,

Surely enough he fell the distance,


Humpty Dumpty, his mind perverted,

So debased it could not be reverted,

How was it he lost his glorious rectitude,

That left him pompous and destitute?


None will know,

How it so,

That Humpty Dumpty,

Lost his own soul.