Best Reloading Poems

Haunted by the death of dreams 
and slaughtering of innocence 
but too afraid to dig up the bones 
and examine our own mistakes, 
we bury our heads instead, 
blindly following greedy leaders 
who give nothing but hollow words  
and meaningless moments of silence. ...

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"SYNAESTHESIA"



The Rose was burning 
long before she was Green
The Synaesthete placed his brush stroke
On his future dreams


Long before she was Green
The Synaesthete dreamed of him
Walking barefoot through the buried Rust 
and rustling burnished Ochre leaves of his foggy schemes
Painting a new story on torn White...

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He sits on the edge of the hill
his abode from a society
that shattered his dreams

he can hear the echo of thunder
in the valley below
see bombs of color burst all around
as he looks for a place to take cover

his mind is cocked
and fully loaded
he knows the...

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"Minefield"


My mind's a minefield. 
To traverse it and make it out in one piece is a victory I'm trying to avoid. 
Let me load my paint gun with more colour. 
Reloading artillery now.


(Lovejoy-Burton/2017 Dec)






(1)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=alobicscTjY

(2)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_DPF4bi29-Q...

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My skin prickles, hair on my arm
flag-raised.
Quite peculiar, actually, someone
or something, is watching me.

I recalculate my senses, dusting off
pre-conceived notions of paranoia.

Across the room, a dull thud garners
my attention. Searching, I discover a
doorstop has simply tipped over, quite
impossible, I conjecture!

I pick it up and feel...

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Hi Skool Massakre
Goth boy dressed all in black. 
With a moody stare. 
Not giving a frig. 
As long as his subgun is loaded. 

Safety off. 

Both his and his gun's. 
Hear his New Rock boots stomp down the school hallway. 
See students cower behind barricaded...

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Dirranbandi  plonking

27Australians and a shearer came to bash Bronco Don in 1945
He was just back from Kokoda killing Japs to stay alive
Some carried beer bottles and others 2 handed sticks
I was in hospital being born while Don he got his kicks
It was enough to...

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Jeremiah did not hesitate,
he drew one up into his sights.
His Kentucky fired in dawn’s glow
caught a redcoat, dead-to-rights.

The others charged, sabers drawn,
so Jerermiah fled into the near forest.
Hiding and quickly reloading his gun,
the British charged leaving him no rest.

The redcoat horses found themselves slowed
by the...

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Your words were like weapons
They pierced right through my soul
It's like you had them all picked
From your own arsenal

You started with granades
Blowing up all of my dreams
You called them all nieve
Before turning on me

You launched from the ground
You stood from afar
As they dropped in from...

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"True Colours"



My mind is
a minefield. 

To traverse it 
and make it out 
in one piece 
is a victory 

I'm trying to avoid. 

Let me load my gun
with more colour. 

Reloading artillery now. 

(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)


I'm just getting started.
True colours 
shining now 




"VirvelVind"/Ane Brun
https://youtu.be/IwRQr-ChzfU











LYRICS / translation,...

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Where did it come from?
How could he acquire
in just six years of life
the courage of a man?

Why did he not flee to save his little life
when he saw the bad man reload?

Why did he urge his classmates to
break out of their frozen fear and
race to...

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The office is dark, I sit at my desk.
I watch my hand shake as I pour my drink.
From the beginning the case was a mess.
That's what you get when you choose not to think...

It takes some effort reloading my gun.
Still not quite sure just how...

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Agent Arkansas kicked down the bolt lock door. He fired one round and once he was 
out of shots he swung back out of the room to reload. The four men started flipping 
tables for cover. Agent listened carefully to where they were hiding.

Reload-
Swing around...

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Trifling juvenile players harping silly tunes
Guns and bling-bling, fake love and stuff like that
I'm no candy man, never been, but I know this
You will need to cut back on the crap

Or we will forever hear your lives going drip-drip
All over a collection of nick-knacks, I'll...

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