Best Missile Poems
between
missile silos
we pitch tents
we starry speak
we pop bottles
we kindle love
we lightly dream
between missile silos
O'Lordy, a nuclear missile, yes nuclear.
Bent on control and devastation, control of a nuclear bomb destroying the Earth.
On land when feeling the destruction, fearful, powers of the lord, while seeking
the Lord.
Fearful, frightened, shivering, the day of judgement is only to'so.
How to construe power, fear and destruction.
The power is immense, shivering, a crack in the core.
Fearful, how will I survive?
A Missile Flew
I saw a missile fly over head
Eighteen injured and six dead
An apartment’s dark holes
Collapsed floors, beds on the edge
Licked by orange flames
And black tongues of smoke
Like a dragon peering out from a cave
Unimaginable terror, nowhere to hide
The safest place in the world
Your home, decimated, walls shattered
And peeled open like a tin.
Under orders, without thought
He pressed a button and heard the roar
As the missile soared into the sky
Knowing his actions would at least
Cause distress and destruction
And the best scenario, death of
People he would never know.
Parents of children, who will
Now grow as orphans or die
As memories to a few.
Not a second thought, tea with
The guys below, biscuits with the
Crew. Back on deck, another
Missile flew.
David Cox 23/04/22
She’s a little missile
Hears my whistle
Pretends it’s a whisper
Too busy with her sniffer
Every doggie has a nose
Some worth more than gold
My little one, uses hers for fun
She ignores me in her hunts
It smells good everywhere
She doesn’t care just where
But catching her’s no fun
When I call she’s off to run
How to get her back
Will she listen if I snap
What about a snack
That I’ll carry in my pack
She’s a little missile
Hears my whistle
Pretends it’s a whisper
Too busy with her sniffer
Maybe I can give
A toss to a twig
Oh forget that she’s more beagle
Than she’ll ever be retriever
I’d rather not chase
Seems a little haste
Maybe just wait
Till the squirrel scent dissipates
You know they trained her kind
From way back in old times
It’s ingrained in her blood
To follow scents for fun
She’s a little missile
Hears my whistle
Pretends it’s a whisper
Too busy with her sniffer
April 4,2021
Security Breaches at USA Nuclear Missile Base
By Elton Camp
In Montana, Malmstrom Air Force base
To keep Minuteman missiles is the place
Each is tipped with a nuclear warhead
That can cause many folks to be dead
Since they can be instantly fired
Each is in a silo and a guard hired
Yet, a relentless invader’s got inside
Digging a tunnel he has been spied
Under silo’s protective fences he will go
Damages roads, fences, cables we know
Barriers to tunnels have been erected
However, they didn’t work as expected
The invaders continued to come on in
There seemed no way security could win
Laboratory tests have shown a new way
It will undergo tests at the base any day
Its success still remains to be seen
But security guards are feeling keen
Perhaps they will soon be sure
That the missiles are secure
These ground squirrels can’t dig
When the new barriers they rig
Thus the rodents no longer can
Come near to the Minuteman
There's a trail in the sky,
licked by the moon, like
blood vessel passing the blue,
thin lines on the horizon,
in frontier dust, splitting the land
with fleeting aversions.
In a moment of despair, hazy memories
of bustling tourists ferried to airport, looking down
for Maidan Square, with their velvety eyes, not
the eagle eyes of a new iron curtain drawn by
every missile, their screeching noise whispering a
new tragedy; erased are memories of
east and west harmony, sapped by the hounds of
war, saddled on hypersonic madness.
Miss Missile missed her smile, it buzzed past welldigger’s ass
With smelly trash it did mess Pi's irrational dress
Pi balked at the jump and broke his stump
Welldigger Willie Rand primed the pump
And taught Pi how to measure Miss Missile's missing mass
(c) Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty 2014
Hidden under crop circle
resembling an ampersand
hides sheathed silo - obscured,
said symbol adorned every armband
of national socialist, yet weapons
of mass destruction) bland
lee, blatantly ignored global pact
prepared from this once (bajillion
years ago) geologic bottomland
repurposed for a bomb bin able
(made in good ole US of A) brand
to release payload
upon given command
i.e. at moments notice,
the notorious brigand
usurped entire communications broadband
to stow and let loose by,
thee once upon a time pokey cowhand,
now chief of state tyrant,
sans military industrial complex edifice
where deadly warheads demand
did and trumpeted by "FAKE EVIL"
apprentice madly (ad libbing)
gesticulating, & expostulating to DISBAND
at once - to no effect
falling on deaf ears
as Doomsday Clock rhythmically
minutely gourmandises
cannibalizing entire webbed
world, whose former slender
(now stubby) baby grand
piano playing butter fingers
primed to press miniature
Taj Mahal shaped hand,...
(now a pause for infowars
commercial identification about Homeland
security threatened by migrant husband
and wife, especially terror unleashed
from baby, whose hood
loom doth not expand
much taller than kickstand),
Regular noteworthy poetic program resumes:
...but biological chattering multiplicand
the fiercest most critical operand
linkedin with scheme
asper deadly retaliatory reprimand
against leader of free world,
a hot headed note tory us
donning wig by handmaiden Shetland
knitwear, which Total Mortal Kombat
every man, woman and will soon understand!
KA-BOOM! Into a bajillion
(to the power of Googleplex)
goes civilization and discontents,
and since World War II
accursed with self destructive hex
hmm...mebbe terrestrial for
another species similar to T-Rex.
How to make the deadly seem less murderous,
ICBM, AIDS, HIV,
ICBM, AIDS, HIV,
ICBM, AIDS, HIV,
ICBM, AIDS, HIV...
Acronyms make the fatal commonplace,
Eviscerate the emotion, like machine code,
Surgically remove the humanity...
DOA, MIA, CCF,
DOA, MIA, CCF,
DOA, MIA, CCF,
DOA, MIA, CCF...
Pretty soon nothing will be real,
And fear will be devoured by letters,
We will smile by the bonfires...
CJD, FAM, ME,
CJD, FAM, ME,
CJD, FAM, ME.
Alphabetic fragments of bite-sized tragedy,
Easy to swallow?
Or maybe not...
FSD, USA - FU!
Gentlemen of the Press,
I have been asked by the United States Congress
To say that our missiles can be aimed with pin-point accuracy.
Oops! Sorry that one just crashed into the sea.
Ah yes! As I was saying ……
Dive!! Dive!! Dive for cover, before it goes bang
That missile’s the latest Boom-a-Rang.
Those stupid Aussies don’t have a brain
They wanted to use their missile again.
Mistletoe hung over the door
Is something one can not ignore
But candy kisses
Console the Mrs.
Since facemasks just ruin the score
"who're thee?"
a little girl questions me
are you the light that fall from sky
or the broken star
"what're thee?"
the burning rock that cross upon the heavenly sea
so are you a shooting star
you shine in all might
a crimson body ahead
a glowing tail behind
you inscribed impression
from that horizon to the top
telling the tale of your journey
i'm no shooting star
i'm not a meteorite
call me your enemy
I drink the blood of slayers
I turn their flesh into ashes
my masters told me
how your people sneak
and disrupt our peace
i'm here to avenge
'life for life' my motto
wait! dear light
answer me
why am i your enemy
I kill no man, i did no ill
sometimes i lie,i yell
make fun of my friend
so that makes me your enemy
" no"
then why can't we be friends
every night,i'll see you in the sky
we'll talk n laugh
make million wishes
listen! dear shooting star
innocent're more,enemy is handful
you're here for revenge
what peace to find
by shattering my sweet life
evert your wet little eyes from mine
let me fulfil my destiny
I march in the sky
ignoring her pleas
she must be a liar
a monster in kid's robe
my creator are wise
they separate the sinless from vice
save the righteous,terminate the enemy
'life for life' humming my motto
I fall down the sky
on their tiny town,i play havoc
burnin' anything that come in my way
charrin' the flesh,drying the blood away
tearing the walls,smothering and suffocate
so next time you see this place
the charcoal burnt,ashes left
the enemies're down and we celebrate
Bhai phayru vada network chalanda
Kushta folad khanda phayra panda
Jhatkay la la maar mukanda
Thandi laash bana sut janda
Panj dus palang toor chaday
Panj dus manjyan bhan dityan
Gavah nay jina b-ndan sitiyan.
Sta soda qutab minaar
Gat size ready tayar
Sta soda qutab minaar
Dair ghat mota hathyar
Sta soda qutab minaar
Mata honey moon pkaar
Sta soda qutab minaar
Please yao franchise darkaar
Sta soda qutab minaar..
A Christmas present?
Not a Christmas present!
Dude anything but a Christmas present!
I’m beggin’ ya! Not a Christmas present!
“Give me my way or I’ll show my butt!
If you don’t do what I want, I’ll send a spook.
Give me my spoiled brat way, or I’ll play the nut!
I’ll rocket test and threaten the West with a nuke.”
The guy from the crime family, that son of crossbones
As well as the guy that was elected for blowing a horn
To make brighten ill in the head’s scowl and facial tones
Payed good cash to keep apart the rose and the thorn
“Those guys bought me my ice cream cone!
And Mr. Tammany Hall himself knew to keep me happy.
You haven’t called me and now -- a tantrum to be thrown!
I need to be burped and changed, and then given a nappy.”
A Christmas present! Is it a vase?
The U.S. is ready and tired
Of thinking of the worst case
It’s about time some Un retired.
Kim Jong Un is on his last leg, on his last leg.
Kim Jong Un is on his last leg, and if we don’t like the gift,
Because he didn’t get his cake and keg, he will see the shift
From getting his way, and getting the paddle most swift
A Christmas present? Not a Christmas present!
Dude, you really shouldn’t have.