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Long have I dreamed as a warrior

Long have I dreamed
as a warrior
to have the right weapons
and armour
to be able to face any foe.

Bring me the shield of Achilles
that can block every blow
and twist to wherever
An enemy go.

Give me the aegis of Athena
to cover my back and my chest
on which the circling snakes
never rest
and spit beams of lightning
on whoever touches me.

Let the giant sword of Goliath
find its way into my hand
and when the blue steel flickers
no enemy will be able to stand.

but moreover let the spear of bitter mercy
protect me
even against unseen enemies
and let me remember
who’s side it did pierce
and always be true to Him.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Bible Stories: David and Goliath

The Israelites with Saul as King were sad;
The Philistines with Goliath as head
Had challenged them at Socoh in Judah,
To send a warrior who dare defeat him.
For forty days, the king was in chaos;
They could not find a person for combat!

David, the shepherd lad was bringing food
For his older brothers daily by foot;
He heard the king’s promise to reward one,
Who would defeat Goliath in combat.

He went to Saul and told his desire;
He was undaunted and had great courage;
Saul had no choice but try him out at last;
David declined the armor from the king!

With just a sling upon his shoulder and
Five pebbles taken from the brook near-by,
He went to meet Goliath with his staff!
Oh, what a fearless lad, God had chosen!

In armor full, stood Goliath giant;
He cursed the puny David by his gods;
He told David, ‘you bring a staff to hit
A mighty warrior, like a dog! ’

But David said, ‘today, the Lord will give
You in my hands, and I will cut your head
Off, and throw your body to the birds, wild beasts!
The earth shall know that Israel has a God,
And Yahweh needs no sword or spear to kill,
And give the enemy into my hand! ’

Then David placed a pebble in his sling;
He swung it o’er his head and let it go!
The pebble found the giant’s temple fast;
The Philistine fell to the ground all dazed!
The Shepherd lad cut off the giant’s head,
Using his sword and showed it to his foes!

The Philistines fled, seeing leader killed!
They were pursued and fully defeated;
He took Goliath’s armor to his tent,
And head to Jerusalem for display!

When Saul had asked him whose son he was, then,
David said, ‘I’m your servant Jesse’s son! ’
A Shepherd lad had trounced, killed Goliath!
He was the future king of Israelites!
A pebble had surpassed the spear and shield!

poem by John Celes
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Achilles at Troy

The walls of the enemy city believed by them
to be made by the gods,
rise up in front of us
stripped, empty like hills,
looking impregnable
and higher up I see some archers
with their armour shining in the midday heat
rising bows and shooting arrows into the sky
believing, wishing and praying to hit one of us.

I drive with my chariot far out of their reach,
around and around the city, as if inspecting it
for any frailty, a place to penetrate with force
searching for Hector
while fierce fighting is going on

and anger, great rage roars within my heart
when at the main gate I stop and wait,
before roaring at the top of my voice
for Hector to come out, to face me.

My black steel shield, my black steel armour
my great spear, my bow and sword
are at the ready and I am implacable
watching, willing for the main gate to open

and see a lizard basking in the sun on a nearby rock,
as it probably has done since being born,
my heart is torn by the death
of my familiar one,
Patroclus my companion and friend
and in pain I roar again

calling Hector a coward and a fool
and my small army
of brave Myrmidons gather around me
heading of the enemy, killing scores of them

banging their swords on their shields
every time I call the name out
of the Champion of Troy
and like me they are ready to destroy.

Again I give reigns to the horses
driving at speed with my chariot
around the city inspecting
the fighting men more carefully

and nowhere I can see Hector,
nowhere I find him destroying our own
and on the third time
I spot him taking on three men
and killing them

and at speed jump from the chariot
with spear, sword and shield
and like a thunder falling from the sky
I land solidly right next to him

and he wards of my first, my second blow
even stopping my great spear
thrown with all my might,
but in the frenzy of it all
I see an opening made by his shield
and dropping my shield
with both hands directly
drive my sword in, in a stabbing blow
and catch him in the throat
leaping back picking up my shield and spear
and stab, stab from behind the shield
killing Hector with fierce blows

and I gather my great sword
drawing it from him
and tie him behind my chariot
before fully armed
I jump into it
and drive away
dragging the Champion of Troy
around and around the great
impregnable city while roaring
loud as thunder
with a blood bedecked spear above my head.

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Odysseus

I saw him, a brave man, a king
standing tall at the helm
wearing the armour of great Achilles
carrying a great sword on his back

steering against a stormy wind
and renown among his own men
as the man whose plan made Troy fall

but beside him I saw a maiden
in gleaming armour, with lightning bolts
intertwining like snakes just below her breasts
with flowing long golden hair blowing like a flag

and in a ravaging sea they journey on
escaping the wrath of the waves, the storm
and the monsters that dwell in it.

poem by Gert Strydom
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I'll Be a Wall

Watching you stand next to me, your little hands clutch my fingers as you say,
Piggy back, give me a piggy back. Really, I just can't resist a request said like that.

Pick you up, place you on my shoulders, carry you through the bush, over boulders.
Hear you squeal as the branches fall in your face, clap your hands, urge me to pick up the pace.

Watching you stand next to me, a little man. Your hand ain't even half my hand.
You challenge me to wrestle, we fight and tussle, finally you emerge on top, victor of the battle.

Lying here on my belly, you the conqueror, smiling to myself, as you chant like a little warrior.
So little and small in the big picture, so innocent. You're so happy, yet so dependent.

If ever those giants come to fight, if ever the dragons breath their fire, or the monsters at night,
I'll be there, by your side. Here you're sitting on top, the victor, but i'll be ready come any danger.

I'll be a shield, a bear, wall, when the stones fly, the pillagers come, and the thunder rolls.
Nothing will touch you, when I'm here, as long as I'm round, you've got nothing to fear.

To get to you, they'll run into me, any enemies, stones, waves, or winds, come hit me.
For you, I'll give my life, I'd place all I have on the line, just to make sure you get out fine.

I wrap my arms around your squirming body, as you pummel my face,
You think you're so strong, and I hope that nothing will ever prove you wrong.

If ever the waves or winds break you down, you know where help will always be found.
Cause they'll have to come through me to get to you, I'll give my life up, if that's what I've got to do.

You're sitting on top right now, little guy, ignorant of the dangers circling about.
But never worry, never fear, cause when they come, I'll be right here.

If ever danger threatens, I'll be standing there between, you and the danger, seen or unseen.

When those giants acall, dragons roar, and thunder rolls, I'll be a shield, knight, and wall.

poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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My northern blood exults to face

My northern blood exults to face
The rapture of this rough embrace,
Glowing in every vein to feel
The cordial caress of steel
From spear-blue air and sword-blue sea,
Armour of England's liberty.

poem by Alfred Austin
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A Sonnet to the Wounded Warriors

I Once Was A Warrior
A Sonnet to the Wounded Warriors

I once was a warrior, but now today,
My battlefields are not so far away.
The foe that I face have no weapons of might,
Anxiety and worry are the enemy I fight.

I once was a soldier, but now I sit,
No longer in a body that’s lean and fit.
No greater cause, no more fields of glory,
The guns are now silent, no friends, no war stories.

I once was a sailor, but now I lay,
Trapped in my body in bed all day.
As I watch the new men go off to war,
I will never again sail to distant shores.

I once was an airman, the sky my domain,
But today just the memory is all that remains.
As I gaze out my window in the dark of the night,
Knowing I never again will take flight.

I am a Marine, and I always will be,
Broken, not bowed, though my eyes cannot see.
The hospital halls now the trails that I take,
The pain that’s inside, the new enemy I face.

I once was a warrior, but now today,
My battlefields are not so far away.
The foe that I face, I face in my home,
And my greatest of battles I must face alone.

1/6/05

poem by Gary Bryson
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Equal rights

Why should I love my enemy?
My enemy does not love me
Why should I turn the other cheek?
and give him cause to think I’m weak.

I show my enemy respect
but let him know that I expect
from him similar courtesy.
He can and will expect from me.

If he is wise he understands
I will not bow to his commands.
I am quite sure I have the right
To fight if I am forced to fight.

I can accept you don’t like me
And I dislike you equally
You have the right to your own view
You must remember I do too.

It’s possible to disagree
And yet not be an enemy.
I think we have the right to choose
If we so wish opposing views.

I do not choose my enemies
I would much rather we were friends
I think my enemies choose me
My rights I will fight to defend.

7-Nov-08

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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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I'm My Own Enemy

From now on I'm dancing with myself
To the sound of a blue and broken string
Left behind with a dust upon a shelf
The remains of a long forgotten song
All that we had but now again
I stand alone all love has an end
You cannot see this is my destiny
I'm my own enemy
In my life there wsw no-one like you
You cannot see this is my reality
I'm my own enemy
In my life there was no'one like you
From now on I'm sleeping with my shadow
In the night my thoughts can be my own
All the pain and all this endless sorrow
I miss you more than I will ever know
Holding you never again
It cannot be all love has an end
You cannot see this is my destiny
I'm my own enemy
In my life there was no-one like you
You cannot see this is my reality
I'm my own enemy
In my life there was no'one like you
Now I know there is no-one tha is waiting
At the end of that long and widing road
Memories in the dead of night are calling
All the way I carry on my heavy load
All that we had but now again
I stand alone all love has an end
You cannot see this is my destiny
I'm my own enemy
In my life there was no-one like you
You cannot see this is my reality
I'm my own enemy
In my life there was no'one like you

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I'm My Own Enemy

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Kemp Owyne

As a small child her mother died
that sorrowed her in her heart,
when her father married again
a wicked cruel lady

and almost like a slave
she beckoned to the woman’s call
and did every task
big or small, she did them all

until one moonless night
the women send her father to bed,
and in darkness without any light
said strange things casting a spell

and carried little Isabel
to a cliff above the sea
and in glee cursed her sorrowfully
until Kemp Owyne
who lived in a far of city
come to the rescue
and with three kisses set her free
and into the waters she threw the child
laughing wickedly

and covered Isabel was
in scales from tail to fin
and tales of a hideous beast
with long hair, breathing strong
was told by the people that came across her,
even to those across the sea
and to her it was a great calamity

and immediately Kemp Owyne
sailed with his great boat,
from the far off city
to see for himself
and she begged him for a kiss
and still hideous was she
and a magic belt fit for a king
would be his
that would protect against any enemy
but warned him to only kiss
and not to touch,
the rest of her body
or the belt would bring him death
would cause his last breath

and gallant Kemp Owyne
gave her a kiss
and the belt was his

and she begged him for a kiss
and still hideous was she
and a ring fit for king
she offered him
that would protect against any enemy
but warned him to only kiss
and not to touch,
the rest of her body
or the ring would become a deadly thing

and gallant Kemp Owyne
gave her a kiss
and the ring was his

and she begged him for a kiss
and still hideous was she
and a mighty sword fit for king
she offered him
that would protect against any enemy
but warned him to only kiss
and not to touch,
the rest of her body
or an enemy sword would pierce him

and gallant Kemp Owyne
gave her a kiss
and it was sweet bliss,
full of passion was he
and the sword was his

and transformed was she
with hair short,
more beautiful than any queen
and she was free,
walked on to the beach
right out of the sea
and gallant Kemp Owyne
begged her to accompany him.

[Reference: Kemp Owyne by unknown poet.]

poem by Gert Strydom
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A Enemy / A Friend.

a enemy will always snitch,
a friend likes you wether your poor or rich,
a enemy won't help you in a fight,
a friend is there wether you're wrong or right,
a enemy hurts you day and night,
a friend is like family you're always tight,
a enemy wont catch you if you fall,
a friend is someone you can always call,
a enemy doesn't care if you stay alive,
a friend doesn't let you drink and drive,
a enemy doesn't care if you feel sad,
a friend is there thru good and bad,
a enemy is not a friend hes fake,
a friend will give but not take,
a enemy will try to hit up your girl,
a friend will help you confront the world,
a enemy borrows money and doesn't pay you back,
a friend will always have your back,
a enemy to hurt you will always find a way,
but a friend will always be there until your last day.

01/23/2009
Copyright ©2009 Jose Murguia

poem by Jose Murguia
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He Entered Into Battle With A Blunt Edged Sword

He entered into battle with a blunt edged sword,
But he did not know quite why.
His sword selection was done without motive,
To battle and kill his fellow man.

So subconsciously he picked out this sword.
This sword not of this world, not out to cut to bleed.
But this innocent man didn't wish to realize,
What prize he would pay.

In midst of this battle, recieving the swiftest,
Blows from his enemy,
This soldier just kept getting hurt.
Five, six and seven more blows made him hit back,

This soldier proudly used his blunt sword,
Till his nemesis bearing a razor sharp one,
Came along and challenged the already fallen one,
Who gave a swift plunge into his enemy's heart.

But the enemy did not stagger or fall.
Neither did the soldier with the blunt sword.
This soldier's enemy left the battleground,
When he saw that the one with the blunt sword,

Knew all along the possibility of his death.
Still he fought, so he himself could die,
Which the other soldier was saddened by that man's stance.

He told that man, 'if we all fought battles with a blunt
sword,
Then we would all truly win,
For the battleground would know no mortality.

He further told him, 'because of you, your side
Truly wins. But so does our.
We love you,
Blunt edged sword soldier man.'

poem by Vera Sidhwa
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Living With The Enemy

I gave you all that you wanted
and still you come back for more
You say that you're brokenhearted
but then you walk out the door
Maybe it is time for us to say goodbye
Where are the tears you never cried?
Hey baby what you got on your mind
are you looking for some sympathy?
I can tell you if it's a truth or a lie
'Cos it's just like living,
living with the enemy
You got me going in circles,
I'm slowly loosing my head
What did I do to deserve this,
you make me wish I was dead
Tell me I'm wrong and I'll be on my way
See you around another day
Hey baby what you doin' tonite?
Are you giving me the perfect dream
I'm so tired and I don't wanna fight
'Cos it's just like living,
living with the enemy, enemy
Living with the enemy, living with the enemy, enemy
Living with the enemy,enemy
Living with the enemy, living with the enemy, enemy

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Enemy Of All

A father is the enemy
When he left unpaid debts
A foolish son is the enemy of
His parents
A beautiful wife is the enemy of
Her husband
A mother with loose character
Is the enemy of her children
A greedy corrupt and notorious king
Is the enemy of the country men
O friend, remember
If you are not doing any good deeds
Beneficial to others you are the enemy
Of your soul and enemy of you
As you are destroying yourself
As your same soul is there in the body of all.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Somewhere Near The Lomba River

The guns of enemy tanks are flashing
like bolts of thunder while I am glancing,
the night air is full of the smell of cordite
and luckily those shots are passing

while the armoured car draws to a sudden halt
for its gun to take aim and on my lips I taste salt
before the armour piercing shell is fired
and at a direct hit around me the crew exalt

before at speed we move on
and some more enemy Cuban soldiers are gone,
are burnt in the fiery hell
while my heart, my brain feels like stone.

An enemy shell strikes another armoured car
like a exploding flaming star
and I can smell torched human flesh,
while I wish to be away very far,

to be away from killing
and this chilling
kind of machination of machines and men
who at each other are firing

but to survive we battle on right through the night,
are still trying to find some more enemies in the broad daylight,
find two abounded stationary pristine enemy battle tanks
from which the enemy had run in fright.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Enemy

The enemy's only alive for you
if you can't find sweet things to do.
You don't have to face him.
You can look the other way.
You don't have to hear him.
You can have the last say.
You don't have to see him.
'Cause you can find a way
to turn your back on what you fear
and move along like it isn't here.

The enemy died a long time ago.
The longer you live
this is what you know.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Be My Enemy

Well the dawn is howling
And the mainframe shakes
Feel like Ive been sleeping in a
Cellar full of snakes
My wings have been clipped
My shoes have been stuck with glue
Well if youll be my enemy
Ill be your enemy too
Now Ive got goons on my landing
Thieves on my trail
Nazis on my telephone
Willing me to fail
They were all sent by someone
(obviously/well I know it was) you!
Well if youll be my enemy
Ill be your enemy too
Ive a bucketful of babylon
I got a handful of lead
Im gonna put them in a gun man
Point it at your head
Because you stole all my friends
And you gave me the buffalo blues
Well if youll be my enemy
Ill be my enemy too
Now from the slime on your tongue
To the nails on your toes
From the scales on your skin
To the stains on your clothes
Youre gonna have to make me do something
That I do not want to do
But if youll be my enemy
Ill be your enemy too
My hands are tied
Im nailed to the floor
Feel like Im knocking on the
Unknown door
Theres a gun at my back
A blade at my throat
I keep finding hate mail
In the pockets of my coat
Well Ive been trying to grow
I been cooling my heels
Ive have been working the treadmill
Ive been working in the fields
And I cant get to sleep
I cant catch my breath
I cant stop talking and i
Look like death
But I will put right this disgrace
I will rearrange you
If youll be my enemy
Ill be your enemy too
If youll be my enemy
Ill be your enemy too
Be my enemy!

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What an ememy won't

a enemy won't help you in a fight
a friend is there wether you're wrong or right
a enemy wont catch you if you fall
a friend is someone you can always call
a enemy doesn't care if you feel sad
...a friend is there thru good and bad
a enemy is not a friend hes fake
a friend will give but not take
a enemy to hurt you will always find a way
but a friend will always be there until your last day

poem by Conan Edogawa
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Christian soldier

The Christian Soldier,

The Christian soldier goes to fight, a war on evil, every day and night,

Fighting for what the Lord God says. Is only right, with all their might;

They fight the enemy, for peace and truth, yet they are so brave,

And Jesus showed why we go, when He died our souls to save.

The Christian soldier has his armor, his breast plate, and His helmet too,

Then comes feet shod with the preparation of peace, this is True

Truth and Mercy are on the soldiers side, for the enemies destruction,

And with it comes the sword of God, and we're safe under Gods redemption.

The Christian Soldier, those, who have been washed and bought with a price,

The price of the lamb, And we'll win the war, against the enemy who isn't nice;

We have the Words of Christ, bestowed on us, promises from above,

They're full of Wisdom, truth, and justice, they were given to us in love.

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Father And Mother Africa!

A STORY I TELL THEE OF FATHER AFRICA AND MOTHER AFRICA!
THEY HAD SERVANTS AND ARMIES TO PROTECT THEMSELVES!
THEY AND THEIR SERVANTS HAD GUNS TO PROTECT THEMSELVES!
THEY HAD NUCLEAR AND ATOMIC BOMBS TO PROTECT THEMSELVES!
THEY HAD WARSHIPS AND WARJETS TO PROTECT THEMSELVES!
THEY HAD SUBMARINES AND SPACESHIPS TO PROTECT THEMSELVES!
THEY HAD SATELITES AND VIRA WEAPONS TO PROTECT THEMSELVES!
THEY HAD SPIRITUALISTS, MAGICIANS AND VOODOOISTS TO PROTECT THEMSELVES!
BUT I AM BEATEN FOR HOLDING ONTO A PIECE OF NAIL TO PROTECT MYSELF!
MY HOME AND BELONGINGS FORCEFULLY TAKEN FROM ME!
AYE! THIS ENEMY, I AM TOLD IS MY FATHER AND MOTHER!
THIS ENEMY, I AM TOLD TO RESPECT AND WORSHIP!
IF THOU BE IN SUPPORT OF THEM!
THEN, I PRAY, MAY FATHER AFRICA AND MOTHER AFRICA BE THEY FATHER AND MOTHER!
AND MAY ALL I GOT FROM THEM BE ALL YOU WILL GET FROM THEM!
THAT I MAY SEE IF YOU WILL RESPECT AND WORSHIP THEM!

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Long have I dreamed as a warrior

Related quotes

Bible Stories: David and Goliath

Achilles at Troy

Odysseus

I'll Be a Wall

My northern blood exults to face

A Sonnet to the Wounded Warriors

Equal rights

I'm My Own Enemy

I'm My Own Enemy

Kemp Owyne

A Enemy / A Friend.

He Entered Into Battle With A Blunt Edged Sword

Living With The Enemy

Enemy Of All

Somewhere Near The Lomba River

Enemy

Be My Enemy

What an ememy won't

Christian soldier

Father And Mother Africa!

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