Best Cold War Poems
I am winter's nemesis.I fight it tooth and nail.
In my youth it declared a war on me.
When I licked that icy rail.
Winter has many weapons to choose from.
Fear not for so do I.
A call my shovel Excali-burrr
My Ranger has four wheel drive
But winter's arsenal is no laughing matter
Icicles sent to impale, and black ice is its deadly device
But the human spirit is not that frail
I am winter's nemesis, and though it muffles all sound
This war is raging with bitter disdain.
My driveway the battle ground
I shall not relinquish my parking spot
to your mindless rabble of flakes
So bow to me you wretched season
For I shall never tire.
and my staunch ally will soon be spring
and together we will force a cease fire
For I am winter's nemesis
And these walls shall not be breached
Until my tour of duty is done
and I retire to Miami beach
COLD WAR ARTIST
The art of such intention is fatigue
At living lies outside the scope of death,
To wear in the last blitzkrieg
A shroud meaning artist, a wreath
Of columbine in the hair, but the kitchen eyes,
Carbuncled knees betray the giver’s art.
Down on the doorstep, she’ll scrub your lies:
To her gift of total self she’ll add a part -
Your own tongue sliced and severed on her plate
Of 20th century design – taste
The dust of pointillism, the cubist fate
Of newspaper and cello here embraced –
The emptiness filched from the master’s past:
Mankind’s death wishes, home to roost at last.
1964-1987
published IN MEMORY OF HER, Dublin, 2008
My thumbs pressed on the trigger.
The M-2 bucked its load.
I squinted down the barrel
And watched his head explode.
An early morning ambush,
A steaming Luzon hell,
For Ferdi and Imelda,
Our Cold War clientele.
The mission was generic:
Suppress the NPA*.
It didn't really matter
Just who got in the way.
I carried out my orders
And did what I was told,
But Christ, the kid I wasted
Was only twelve years old.
*New People’s Army – a Maoist insurgency
Cold War
Every nation state is vulnerable to nuclear weapons. Each person is vulnerable to love. Do we nuke the world or embrace humanity with love? I grew up under the shadow of the bomb; I’m a child of the Cold War.
She said:
'I am cold.'
I said:
'You have a lips' fever.'
I hear it was a war
a war that was cold
was it fought in winter?
in cold weather?
I hear it was a war
a war that was cold
was it fought hesitantly?
by those with cold hearts?
I hear it was a war
a war that was cold
was it fought quietly?
with frozen weapons?
This Cold war confuses
may be ghosts fought it
We were like brothers since we’re Grade 9.
We expect to be cool and end things so fine.
What happen when you get so cold?
Snubbed me to death when I just so called…
Now that we have a bad clan!
A cold war that is not part of my plan.
Won’t even talk till the 3rd month ends…
Forget the good days of so called best friends.
Feeling incredibly awkward…
See you every day is so hard to move forward
You could tell me to save our good memories.
Left me no option of bad mysteries.
Still have this query in my mind.
Do we still have the chance to be fine?
Coz I miss you my dear friend…
Let’s get this petty cold war end.
A series of hello’s, and only that;
We are each other’s familiar stranger.
Those glances ***** yet unsuspecting,
My soul begins to wonder-
My thoughts, they dance and wander.
A careful denial to a careless disregard;
Surrounded by a wall t’was built amiss.
A trap in a non-existent black hole
A suffocating sorrow-
A melancholic hollow.
Your deep-set eyes and glimmering iris
Don’t miss the warm facade
Of a beautiful countenance
But a sombrous ghost I long to know-
My curious and subtle soul.
Your perfect golden smile,
And then, presto, it’s gone.
The mystery of your avoidance
And the dreaded war of silence-
The war that’s non-existent.
Oblivion is no excuse to ignore each other’s presence
But still confined for decades
Behind the walls we put up
For our souls to only converse in silence
As we are a series of hello’s and only that.
The war it's cold with no signs of any ending, it's like adding another twenty years to a life sentence, even in the heat of the moment lies a cold kitchen, with lukewarm souls, in a dark prism, what's a prison to a free spirit, probably on the scale that some of us think we're worthy of Gods merits, here in the west we know nothing of true devastation, Christians over here see persecution as being verbally abused, the war is cold and that's what they claim their hearts are, but I know real saints who died for the cause real martyr's, and that's a real thug not the lames that holla thug life cuz they gotta brick and a sawed off, I wonder would you still die for ya block if they made you watch ya kids get their ligaments sawed off, the war is cold and everybody claim they gotta heart to match it, but wouldn't dare die for their comrades no full metal jacket, this cold war is heating up is enough ever enough, spiritual warfare is live and well enough bodies to fill up countless dump trucks, only the strong survive and by survive I mean live on in eternity, going threw hell on earth stepping outta that firery furnace with no wounds where the Messiah rains so fervently
Your Tirane
Will not last!
I will end
Your chest's legacy.
I will Overthrow
Your kisses,
And your lips' irony.
THE REAL END OF THE COLD WAR 1989
This is why the Soviet Union collapsed?
The rail engineers were then all women -
Who stopped working in uniform - relapsed
(This is why the Soviet Union collapsed.)
They did cocaine lines on the steel, perhaps
Relaxing on the job by rail-sittin’.
This is why the Soviet Union collapsed:
The rail engineers were then all women.
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NOTE
Each line has ten syllables. The word “soviet” seems to have three syllables but is usually pronounced with only two - as “sov” “yet”. Likewise “union” is usually “yun” “yon”
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Written by Sydney Peck for
Nette Onclaud’s contest IN THE AFTERGLOW
Deficient air I breathe in my lungs
In this world now I live, daddy's are careless
The children feeling helpless
Mother's have to play two characters
All I can see is the tears
That flow down their cheeks
Why am I disrespected by the one's who I look up to
I stick with my boys, because I never understood
Why girls constantly hate each other
I'm just a youthful girl in cold war
I'm constantly going through it
misjudgment and jealousy constantly bothering me
I'm just a youthful girl at cold war
Trying to fit in is so called being cool
Its just another word for being someone else fool
If they smoke, dislikes him or her
Then that person does the same
Now its all eyes on me so I have to go along too
Since I look at life at a different angle
I chose to go my own way
If my clothes ain't tight then he isn't going to like me
Being nice it's just a bad finish in the end
I guess I come last, some still say I'm just stuck in my past
As much as my pulverized heart been through
I learned to put off love as it corker, belittlement, and depressed me for years
I'm just a youthful girl in cold war
I'm constantly going through it
misjudgment and jealousy constantly bothering me
I'm just a youthful girl at cold war
She said:
'I am cold.'"
I said:
'You have a lips' fever."
You spiked my drink,
I poisoned thine.
You pulled a dagger,
I swung a halberd.
You threw a grenade
And I threw a bomb.
This might have been a story between Russia and the United States
But is it a story of you and me?
Is it the story of Democrat and Republican?
Is it the story of Christian vs Atheist?
What if:
You spiked my drink,
I simply gave you water.
You pulled a dagger,
I gave you a teddy bear.
You threw a grenade
I baked a pie!
There are decisions to make when we don’t agree,
One path leads to war,
One path leads peace.
Lady:
L'amour C'est L'amour.
And
war!
is!
war!