Best Panzer Poems

Formal forms feel nice and safe
But meter makes me sweat
Sometimes rhymes will grind and chafe
And stresses makes me fret

Perhaps there is another way?
I need to be diverse
Panzer stanzas made of clay?
Or flirt with loose free verse

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To write without rules? Freedom!
The shackles of rhyme snap open
And...

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Tobruk  Siege

Rommel of the Blitzkrieg 
had Europe overcome
With the Stukas and dive bombing
And the Tanks that overrun

North Africka would see his tanks
il Duce’s troops were beat
Aussies took 20,000 Italians
At Tobruk in stinking heat

In Europe when his tanks arrived
The captured did surrender
The Poms escaped at...

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Temperature's hovering at 103
Very much too hot for me,
A/C busted, that's
plain to see...
Tenant's squawking
What can I do, let's see....

Stuck in the middle,
The owners just piddle
All I need is a sad fiddle
To accompany my misery

I didn't break it, this I swear,
And should some say so
They'd better...

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They wondered where the sunshine had all gone,
and gentle breezes warming spring's array;
the hues of pink that greeted breaking dawn,
and children’s laughter lighting up the day.

The darkness loomed; uneasy feelings spread 
as clouds of war diffused across the land,
and somehow knowing what was faced ahead,...

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Marching the streets with our flags flying high
Deutschland uber allas was our battle cry
The Youth taught me to be tough and bold
With out hesitation I carried out every order I was told
To defend my Fatherland against Marxism was my desire
No one could extinguish this young...

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Firm against the tempest we stand
Hip to hip and hand in hand
And when your hair flicks my nose
An excited shiver reaches my toes

As we stand beneath shining full moon
I shuffle a little to create room
To fully appreciate the breathless sight
That is your beauty by silvery...

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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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From Valhalla’s fortress of spears and shields,	
Valkyrie riders make their daily runs…
Crossing Bifrost to Midgard’s battlefields,		
Harvesting warriors till Ragnorak comes.

Flying from Valhalla on their war horses,	
Thundering hooves beat like old battle drums,
Odin’s blond daughters watching the forces--	
Harvesting warriors till Ragnorak comes.

Legionnaires, Pikemen, Hussars and Spartans;...

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During the Second World War
A decision was made
If brothers were to be lost
The last would be saved

The story below
Is the truth in a way
For the search of a soldier
Before he becomes, theatre pray

The US Government declared
A mission is in plan
Sending a squad of Rangers
To save...

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Thy birth on January 13th – 
   cervical contractions 
   would not abate
the pesky master (papa), strove 
   to synchronize seminal bait

thence, forty-two weeks 
   after ma parents did pro create 
imminent lviii plus years ago to...

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My father marched gung-ho towards anarchy,
Many friends by his side fell before the end,
They died brave in the face of danger and sin,
Their memories erased buried in mud blend.
 
The men went to their deaths leaving hell behind,
For the battle forged on brutally through cold,
And...

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Citadel of wits and tricks
Who appears wimpish;
But your back is stronger
And harder than Olumo rock,
And the great walls of China;
Citadel of wits and tricks
Who staggers like a Kampf panzer,
Through thick and thin, 
Rough and tough terrains unscathed 
You who have no foundation,
But, your house is...

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A wisp of oxygen coated in nicotine
A Pavlova tutu caught in the snare
Of a petticoat flooding like a
Mouthful of cigar smoke, rupturing
Clouds and folds beneath her
Like the angel of a Christmas tree

The cold glass eyes, filled like
A champagne flute, their cataracts
And dead black amnesiac stares
Watching...

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the onset of emotional nadir, 
   where ballistic ordnance bombed away
fancy free, innocent, naïve boyhood 
   decrying, detonating, and describing me own Pigs Bay
Allied, linkedin, and synced Luftwaffe 
   and Panzer division invasion that clay
like materiel within southern cerebral...

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I guess I really miss your message,
And there is nothing here to damn,
I am upset. The birds start passage
I do not see sweet sign: O.M.
I have destroyed myself this story
with latest letter, it's my fault,
I've been remembering that, I'm sorry,
I love O.M., she is my...

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