Best Napalm Poems

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I don't know what came over me that day - an instant of weakness after years of resistance, I suppose.

My beaming spouse leads me, a...

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God’s inspirational napalm set ablaze upon the trees of autumn,
Welcome to the ascension of the fall season, bursting forth onto
The leaves once evergreen.
Colors of crisp...

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Once again, the powers that must
In rise again in what we trust
An overseas conflict, another war
Just what in the hell are we fighting for

Families are...

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firkins and gherkins and whistles and shoes
cluster bombs, punji stakes, death in the news
choppers chattering
napalm splattering
a carpet bombed mind with asian war blues

cracked vinyl records...

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"The Unlit Flame at Blue Feather’s Cross Roads"



Words these days are seldom Red
like drops of lifeless blood falling cold on a hot frying pan,
sentences are...

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Abominable holiday season greeting to the have-nots me and you
Bombshell tabloid sleigh bells got those ear holes ringing
Cut the tax gift wrap ribbon, only good...

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I remember that Sunday night 
When I got the call from my Mom
She called to let us know
My brother was wounded in Vietnam
I went to...

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He dreams day dreams of horror.
He could be anywhere,
But in his mind he’s instantly
Back inside that village there.
He hears those jungle sounds
Again and again and...

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‘ Volcano’ ( or The Perils of  Passion )

Volcano … You Inferno ! … You, Latent Threat
… I am not Ready, for Your Rise...

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Morning glowed, Phillip.
A purple fire burned beacon bright
against the stinging stench of napalm.

A thick thistle - two feet from your head,
wordless in speech, watched 
with...

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erect with naughty thoughts

licking your beauty marks
like playing connect the dots

squishy sensitive pink parts
wet x-rated lust marks the spot

come off as cool collective and calm
but...

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_ a symphonic, folk rock, blues song
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I'm an old man looking
For the lost, best parts of me.
I'm an old man looking
For the lost, best parts...

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Within my breast I carry ancient death; 
Its face is pale and white as marbled clay. 
Consumed with guilt, I struggle for each breath 
Still...

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a ghost haunts the country of Laos
sieving through jungles
crackling twigs because
it has not yet died
beware of it
the one who drags one foot
while the other rots...

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