For 46 years - prideful and hateful
Wrath, envy, spreading the net
Building an A-Bomb, a decision fateful
A sword to be held, like eternal threat
Destruction, murder, elimination
Iran, to wipe Israel off the map
A sordid task for the whole nation
Stubborn threats, boasts, contempt
It was their purpose, the goal, the aim
To end every Jew on planet Earth
Fanned hot Middle Eastern flame
To Hamas and Hezbollah, they gave birth
Spread the tentacles, to suffocate
To build an Islamic Republic empire
Never learned from the old caliphates
They are all gone, purged by fire
Lusted for bomb, to be held as a club
Over every fearful head, forever
Wanted to enter the atomic club
By picking the locks and feeling clever
The last mile, they were almost there
To grip the victory with the jaws
Removing all stops, and didn’t care
Moving forward without pause
But no, those dreams never came to pass
Atomic Persia, the purveyor of dread
Where are you now, evil top brass?
Someplace unfound, unburied and dead
June 16, 2025
Categories:
a bomb, war,
Form: Rhyme
You won’t find me when you’re looking,
But you will know when I am gone,
Every single second feels like a year,
My hearts ticking like a bomb.
One day you will remember me,
Like a good old fashion song,
You never forgot the words to,
My hearts ticking like a bomb.
You take your time to notice,
You hear the sound of the alarms,
But you reached inside and pull the pin.
There is no moving on.
Categories:
a bomb, abortion, abuse, anger, break
Form: Rhyme
You do not see the bomb,
probably never will
though you imagine yourself
at the bottom of a crater,
however it’s not you,
it’s just the form
of a still smoldering silence.
This peaceful Ohio sky is a picture.
Autumn leaves falling,
the air rustles gently,
but now you recall the horror
the mangled innocence of death from afar.
Somewhere a bomb-bay has opened
blood is again falling
through a picturesque world
Categories:
a bomb, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Phosphorus scent
across the maternity ward in
the tremor of morning's vapor;
Grey on white --
a shade which makes
the sound of explosion
new brush on history's canvas,
a hot exhaustion of lungs to the brim
and spent cycles of discontented sighs.
Categories:
a bomb, war,
Form: Free verse
This was becoming a very dull party.
The women here did not appeal to me.
Suddenly, this one came out of nowhere.
How gracefully she descended down each stair.
Seeing her, I could not help but stare.
What a beautiful face, body, and hair.
This gorgeous beauty made me fall out of my chair.
With this doll, I spent the rest of the night.
In every way, she proved to be a delight.
As usual, along came the stroke of midnight.
This very fair maiden suddenly took flight.
Soon, there was no trace of her but a shoe.
I have to find her. What else can I do?
Categories:
a bomb, beauty, lost love, woman,
Form: Rhyme
Falling dust makes no sound.
You do not see a bomb,
you see yourself
from the bottom of a crater,
but it’s not you,
it’s just the smolder of silence.
This is only a picture for closed eyes,
after you saw the image.
An Ohio sky is also a picture.
Autumn leaves falling,
it’s the air that rustles, the leaves
make no sound -
yet the earth hungrily eats.
Foliage continues to bomb the earth
with silence,
that silence catches fire
beneath closed eyes
and you see your body smoldering
somewhere else.
Categories:
a bomb, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Sooo, ya think you're THE ace
In this jingle jangle place, UHH!?
And you're proud, OOH, SOO proud !
And you're talking here so loud...
That nobody ever noticed
That you're offering a contest
With a weird melody
I would call cacophony...
If an English word exists
To describe your foolish lists !
O.K. Don't you cry like this
Or I would call you Elvis
For the rest of your life...
By the way, I met your wife
And I told her, once again,
How frustrated I remain
Every time I see your pages,
I wish I'd put these images
on my own imagination:
WHATCHA goo' job you done, son !
Categories:
a bomb, family,
Form: Cowboy Poetry
A bomb fell today
In a room with children
The fallout
Was cold and dying instant
And many not prepared for heaven
Writhed and became complacent.
A bomb fell today
It was not politically correct
When the N word exploded
And my neighbor's son
Though in a distant New Jersey
Died also from the bomb
One witness said
The officer stepped politely up to him
Called him, sir, and asked him out
Of his birthday gift
His college bound Mercedes
When he had spread them
Something seemed to break him
Something his manhood could not take
Something he had ignored before
When from isle to isle inside the store
The same disrespect
Haunted him sleep each sleepless night
Whatever did he say ... not the N-word sure
But to the morgue they carried him away
And the radioactive wave
Hunches at an Harlem door
Categories:
a bomb, war
Form: Free verse
When under attack, they want you to re act
If they don't shake up up, you have let them down
It is the only way To cause you alarm
It drives them crazy and that is fact
In a way you have run their demons out if Town
Why only last week they were so full of charm
Let them know you have nerves of Jello
"Oh, was that a major earthquake we had yesterday"
"I guess I was so busy I did not feel a thing"
"But thanks for telling me Amigo"
Never fails, always the same old way
Just to dumb to learn, do the same thing
Want to get you upset and to call nine eleven
Make think that there is an emergency here
Maybe even threaten to kill you
"No problem man, cause I am going to Heaven"
"Maybe you have had to much beer"
"But I have often wondered where you would go"
They try to make you think that the world is a lemon
Just need to sit down a have a iced glass of lemonade
Make you think that you are fighting in Vietnam
But it is them that have a problem with the demon
"Been out in the Sun to long Dude, here sit in the shade"
Just stay calm, it is only a bomb
Categories:
a bomb, life
Form: I do not know?