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Bellum Poems - Poems about Bellum


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...

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Categories: bellum, motivation,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member 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...

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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...

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Categories: bellum, muse,
Form: Rhyme
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...

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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...

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Categories: bellum, war
Form: Sonnet




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