Best Beachhead Poems

I've constructed a picket fence around me to keep jackanapes out
Through pickets they can see me, but I never allow them to touch
private parts of me I keep concealed, and don't talk about so much
I keep whitewashing my fence, cleansing it from things left in...

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Yet at this very moment the cathedral was crumbling
down upon the cries of foresaken refugees, 
the monastery's walls wobbling from war's wreckage, 
and as the black bursts billowed into sun drenched brutality
with the bodies of abandoned country folk
crushed in the rubble of new era ruins
Krout...

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Time Like Crashing Waves 

Time, like waves crashing on a smooth-faced sand,
Leaves imbedded ripples on shores of memory
And drop-offs marked with steep undertow warnings
In foamy filigrees etched on recollection
Of abandoned shells searching for lost pearls
Rogue of ever rolling thunder reveals 
A pulsing tide of perpetual...

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June 6th 1944
An Armada masses at Europe's door
Five sector landings, 160,000 troops
On the following beaches, our hero's would swoop
Utah, Omaha, Juno, Sword and Gold
Allow me to write, as my story unfolds
 
We, 50th Northumbrian Infantry
To repatriate Europe's lost countries
The Devonshire, Hampshire regiments but two
The Allied...

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We are about to be invaded by forces unknown,
the Martians are coming and their cover is now blown.
The invasion will start in the east around dusk,
we were warned to stay away, that darn Elon Musk.

Their mother ship is in orbit right now around Earth,
for years...

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Dreams Forever Awake
                 by Odin Roark

A father dreams of getting it right finally
succumbs to sweat drenched nightmares

Somewhere
he stumbles about
to clear the room
guitar
video games
posters

Broad stairs to the garage
once of stable...

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I see in far side vision                                       ...

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Across starboard bow the cliffs drew nearer,
  into harm’s way mighty battalions drove -
men and mule upon cold waves of terror
  stormed the beachhead landings on Anzac Cove.
Great southern blue, red and white standard stars
  in battle hymn out of Commonwealth port,
where...

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Bright sun lit the sky and I lit a joint
  and the mood was gay and our spirits free;
when headed for the coast, Te Arai Point,
  on that long dusty trail through Forestry.
Back to an age of “substance” over style -
  a...

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DEFEAT

Out of the waves they come.
Helmeted army of crabs
Trundle over the perfect pools 
Of starfish and periwinkle,
Murking up the sandy bottom
Of their foxholes, 
Armoured claws testing each mollusk for food,
Sidling up to my toes
In marauding hunger.
I retreat  inland,
Allowing them their beachhead....

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My warden is the one who lights the specters.  

I apologize.  

Quite the respecter of persons.  He does it merely to emote.  



Welcome.  

Walk here along the palisade with me. 



Yes it is your blood, 

frothing with agitation on a...

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A courageous wave,
unfurls it's massive,
turbulent-white wingspan,
charges the beachhead, 
and flings itself, determinately,
against a rocky cliff wall:
metamorphosing into a fine mist,
floating languidly in the soft breeze,
then landing upon the face of a child,
becoming a smile....

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Flatulent chaos came late last night.
My Lola Beans she jumped in fright.
A forceful toot so grand and loud.
Followed by a gaseous cloud.

it knocked poor Lilly right to the floor.
I followed suit and crawled for the door.
A pungent blast from my wife’s sweet rear.
Enveloped us all...

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Is the passion of loins or the merging of mind
More significant role found in Love if Love's real?
And does sex make its bed (a sad urge to survive
In some way when you die), more desires its genes thrive
Than it cares who gets screwed? Is this...

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