Best Balaclava Poems

By Robert J (Bob) Moore © 2016

I am a British soldier, been a soldier all my life
and back home in England, I left 2 kids...

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Fifty-two words in Inuktitut 
A full deck plus a Joker
That's me

As a bike courier 
Each day's weather
Was a new game to play
Winter storms a sport...

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BLACKNESS
No racism, we are all made of black
Like a bacon-eating balaclava-wearing bachelor Jack,
And even if you're white or Caucasian,
Can't run from black hair like typical...

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The morning sun hovers coyly
behind broad shoulders of the John Crow Mountain
before unwrapping petals of fever plant and Venice.
Mama’s countenance was far contrast to one...

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I kept on the grass
Away from the road
There was silence wherever I walked.

My school balaclava
Covered my head
And I “smoked” whenever I talked.

Assembled that morning
We'd sung...

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strife riven island corner, rough hewn by rival visitation
  vexed, looking in, looking out, on the edge of places to go
  thrang in...

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A TEEN-TIME PAST
Fairisle jumpers,short-trousers*
Plimsoles,balaclava,long socks
School-cap,blazared,with ties
Chip-butty,not stick-like fries


*a rite of passage when you were allowed to wear long trousers...

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Poems about Things that Break II
 
These are poems about things that break and/or shatter.
 
 
 
Water and Gold
by Michael R. Burch
 
You came...

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Commodities calmly caressing. Calling carrots. Calling capers. Calamity is not an injested window wiper nor a window sill so dare to jump off a pinnacle...

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pickle a paper and print paint playfully pointing pins
Knitting needles in a fish and chip shop is about as useful or as necessary as eating...

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For anyone going through crap here is a bit of madness xxxxxxx
Why is it that a juice isnt speaking to a nine foot tree? A...

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JENNY FREE VERSE
 

Balaclava over my head,
I nipped into the John Hewitt 
and went nervously up to the bar. 
'Are you a poet?' a woman's...

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......"Leave you slumpt on the dutty streets........
...I dunno where you from..But....thats how its done in east".....

Was what a pathetic chav so full of snide had...

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Black hoodie, black gloves and a black balaclava 
Allegiances born of belligerent father
A council estate with yards full of tyres
A rucksack that’s laden with tin...

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Players in the stadium
Patient as waiting soldiers
Seek stirring to signify
Attack artillery emboldened

Provisions are messages
Loaded with fresh opening 
Responses rapidly fired
Lonely's ease encroaching

Place plus time is...

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