Hear-tell, that one beamy night,
so very long ago,
an angel with wings of light
held the thought of creation in
a glow – with angel might held
up, this vision bright, long before
a rooster-crow, long before a sun
to show – long before green things
had reason to grow.
Gods were contemplating destiny
Long before a Cosmos set free
Long before earth was given sight
Long before the firmament, right
With all of time yet no one knew
What an earth should do --
Create man in our image?
For Popeye we will have spinach?
For the Jews Machanayim, a scrimmage?
For the Christians give them a Christ?
For Italians pizza by the slice?
Thus made a world was new
When man had his first interview
(and all the Gods said, Magnifique
~ Adieu)
Left oblivious an indeterminable number
To eternally prosper or fatally blunder --
This poem was originally written for and submitted to Writer Monk's monthly poetry contest on social conscience August 1, 2026
Morning rose over two cities
that no longer knew their own names~
light too bright, silence too large,
that felt like the world forgetting how to breathe.
Shadows clung to walls where people once stood,
soft silhouettes of lives interrupted mid-gesture,
mid-dream.
The air carried a strange stillness,
as though time itself had bowed its head.
And yet from the scorched earth,
from the quiet ash,
from the trembling remnants of what had been~
a small, stubborn pulse began again.
Hands reached for hands; voices rose in prayer.
Memory gathered itself into a vow
that sorrow would not be forgotten,
and peace would not be postponed.
Even now, the sky remembers
the day humanity learned how fragile it can be.
If you could have been
part of the population
in Hiroshima and Nagasaki
at ground zero
you would have seen
total annihilation
when the bombs were dropped
(Little Boy and Fat Man)
and if it weren't enough
you should become 'hibakusha'
victims of nuclear fallout radiation
the perpetrators censored the news
and only the survivors
were evidence all war must be stopped
Memento on the Moon, our demise that’s too soon—
since ancient moral laws, our reasoning had flaws.
The Ten Commandments bold, the wisdom of old told,
its light spread in a rush, but now collective hush.
Man’s creation will bloom, like destructive mushroom
casts the atomic streams over our shattered dreams.
Echoes of progress vast – tyranny’s shadow cast,
encapsulated whim in firmament now swim.
The paradox of Man of should he if he can,
or must he heed balance between greed and lost glance?
Atomic Canary
Angels seed
The death bell tolls to the masses
Putin ill be your dog
Netanyaho ill be your dog
I love this land
This is where I want yo die
Sing a song
Soul from the Earth
All of us tresspass
Some other country wants your ass
Not direct assimilate
You out on a street leaving your home
Lay down your arms
Leave torture to horror shows and horror shoes
A Cruel subjugation to remain
No name Generals
Agressive canaries
I saw angels renegation
Turn your water on
War be a boring
So make some tea
Innocence of a god prayer word
The innocence of a crime
Defeat me arches back back back
Disposing substance OG
Evil tourists
Fake rich
All in the way
We take your one life away
So much truth in homeless
Cherished mansion
A surreal prosperity
A tattered shack
In front of my fireplace
I read a book
Its not Captain Hook
It's time to see what is
One life and what we give and what we take
Who decides
Our fate
Cosmic rays catalyzed their mission
Mister Fantastic, Reed, led the group
He could stretch like atomic fission.
He bent and flexed to assist the troupe.
Before, girlfriend, later fiancé,
Invisible Woman made impact.
Sue's force field had significant splay
and her bombastic blasts were exact.
Johnny, the Human Torch, struck a name.
As Sue's brother, he was in the know,
used his powers to generate flame.
His embers turned a spark to a glow.
Oh, the monstrous Thing, friend to them all,
grumpy and grouchy but super strong.
He would have been grand with a football.
Stone-like durable flesh and headstrong.
More diversified team you won't find.
Like musketeers, they are one for all
These are the outcasts of humankind,
when need arises, we give them a call.
plain thoughts on minisclule changes, leading to life altering outcome~
Where a newborn star lights
the vault of heaven under the sky
sapphire, high!
You can find it there,
Not the product of a god or some such!
But, man in his madness brings annihilation
to the makers, the father of the nation,
a nations ghost the dire lands divide….
Figures in raven cloaks flock in murders
of black cabals each a deity in mind
each a quest for inner peace
or damnation an automatic life…
When deviations dire provide the profits of war
and genocidal corporations' greed, seed, needs
and design desires flesh and bone born to non!
Black suited witches and three-piece warlocks
reside in cathedrals of suicide watch!
The automatic atomic night rises like a mantle
of ravens at mass genocides, men of madness
and dire means drive engines of earth demise!
The destination and ruination of all our lives…
Where a newborn star lights the vault
of heaven under the sky sapphire, high!
Atomic revolutions
bordering
the world's cottons.
Atomic payback made impact dramatically
Physics split minute energy into mammoth
Allied forces warned Hiroshima, Nagasaki
Destroyer of worlds, Now I become death
Military master, Japan, thought threat outrageous
Devastation loomed, four tonne 'Boy' understated
Captain William Parsons' eleven crew couragous
Strategists secured success in moment awaited
Mortally haunted, Heaven bound warrior, Tibbet
Executed bitter battle's end with dual blast pinnacle
Blood fry in nuclear fire equals life's instant inhibit
Barrel of boiling tar nuclear, dark enemy formidable
Warfare honing hails modern science triumphant
High flying stealth hit dismissive city, Hiroshima
80 000 obliterated in blast's mighty circumference
Spurred surrendour from horror, West's redeemer
War's tragic trail of destruction is never desirable
Japan's lax defense conceded their due fire cease
Bleeding Harbour sped innovation for global survival
Deadly allied attack rendered long needed peace
15th August 2020
Lucifer, To The Enola Gay
by Michael R. Burch
Go then,
and give them my meaning
so that their teeming
streets
become my city.
Bring back a pretty
flower—
a chrysanthemum,
perhaps, to bloom
if but an hour,
within a certain room
of mine
where
the sun does not rise or fall,
and the moon,
although it is content to shine,
helps nothing at all.
There,
if I hear the wistful call
of their voices
regretting choices
made
or perhaps not made
in time,
I can look back upon it and recall,
in all
its pale forms sublime,
still
Death will never be holy again.
Published by Romantics Quarterly, Penny Dreadful and Poetry Life & Times. Keywords/Tags: Hiroshima, Enola Gay, atomic bomb, explosion, mushroom cloud, Lucifer, Satan, Devil, chrysanthemum, sun, moon, voices, choices, World War II, war, death, violence, science, power, conflict
I am spinning my radioactive waves today.
Alpha beta gamma
There they go!
Beta gamma alpha
Even faster.
Gamma alpha beta
Man can they fly!
I am radium.
My atomic nuclei is rapidly disintegrating
So please get under your desk, school children.
And put your tiny fingers and arms over your heads.
So you will be safe.
We might have lost a couple battles
But We’re still here to fight the war
All these soldiers fighting and they
Don’t know who they’re gunning for
And the killings indiscriminate
Shooting at civilians
Laughing as they murder
Cause they never heard of discipline
And there isn no longer in control
When the protesters hung for treason
They’ve took the reigns now
So wave bye-bye to your freedoms
But the last rebels never died
And we’re coming back for more
Now with bigger cannons
Since we witnessed atomic dawn
And the futures not so bright
When we’re killing for our country
Bombing on civilians
Who are dying cause they’re hungry
And too me
Its kind of crazy man
That the rats will fight each other
And not rip off the feeders hand
And see me?
I’m sick of this existence
And if you’re angry too
Stand and let’s form our own resistance
And my belief in God
It is now diminished
This is the final chapter
I am finally finished.
I will paint the sky Blue..
Don't dare tell me it's Red!
When in actual fact it's Green!
Colours blinded and misled!
Farting for 6 years can create an atomic bomb
Seems the military should invest in beans.com
That'd be a smelly war
Really soil your drawers
So don't light a match and just remain calm
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