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Ante Bellum

In this rainy coldness of a night
I am drained and dry like a hanging Bacalao.
I hope it comes to pass!
As cant as I am - broken as a rib
As grey as ash is - as dim as an ar$e
Take without hesitation this crib
Burry your fingers in it and pinch this salt
Sprinkle it over my eternal

Categories: bellum, motivation,
Form: Free verse

Ante Bellum

“ANTE BELLUM”


BEIGEBest served where it can’t be seen
On Stirling Silver platters
With redruM narcotics
Delivered by sharp Blood-Red
Well-mannered talons
Strutting in sleek wet rolling tight-skirted
Long French Silk Stockinged legs all the way down to 
Lethal Six Inch stilettos -
Manolo Blahniks -
Shiny Pearls of cream glisten
Around the Chanel Milk White necks
dripping Manuka-honeyed smiles 
Ripping eyes out of the
bent-back sockets

Categories: bellum, america, bible, corruption, imagery,
Form: Free verse

Verbum Bellum

words, words, words
thrown at the wall for naught
clever syntax catchy rhyme scheme
hapless cadence letters caught

grappl'd with a muse
dusty finger crackled keys 
a screen fills up with empty
prostrate mindflow webbing knees

staring at resistance
heart cold hunter pupil dark
talon raked out golden gorgets
inspiration miss'd its mark

as an eye grows jaundiced
gimlet squinting at the dawn
another pass beyond the ether
inkwell'd

Categories: bellum, muse,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Para Bellum

Arm deals and more arm deals, that's all I see.

Calibres change, the type of artillery

Changes, the game players grey and go and

Are replaced by darker capillary

With greater thirst for bleeding enemy

And with more dangerous artillery.

 

Deadly toys in the hands of eager youth,

Intended for warding off intruders:

Scaring them with heaps of artillery

So that they would

Categories: bellum, africa, america, dark, death,
Form: Verse

Bellum Omium Contra Omnes

I hold sons in my belly, rotten flesh to sate
Dun bricks scattered crumbs arouse
Scorched meat, the scent, an irresistible bait
Peeling, putrid, mangled: a pleasant browse
Clean, gleaming, skin stretched insidious
Over me. Etched names with tired pens
On stone rowed sympathies, so fastidious
Over them. Roll out my vestiges, and hymens
Forget and repeat. Sure as winter to fall
A fate

Categories: bellum, war
Form: Sonnet