Best Salvos Poems

FOB Echo Iraq was a forward operation base near the Babylon site in the city of Diwaniya, in fact the US military put security hesco and fencing around the ruins for protection from all of the goons in the region. This was a hot base...

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Raging Red nailed by reason to controlled anger
Shaded disappointment lies deceit corroding grey
White like the bathroom cleaner You swallowed

The smell of empty boundaries transgressed
Rusty razorblades oozing blood and manipulation
Distasteful taste of rotting matter mottled flesh

Colouring outside a medley of confused emotions
A striking demonstrative match incinerating
Abusing...

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STAR TREK REVIEW

Star Trek 2: Kirk has a grand battle with a villain from the original series.  Spock
dies saving the ship and his body is deposited on the Genesis Planet where an
experimental technology creates life from nothing

Star Trek 3: Kirk returns to the Genesis...

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                           I
On the hill betwixt Carlisle and Deep Creek
   follows a road to the Firth in the...

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Fireworks

Dark night, people gather
droves flock, multitudinous
happy hope filled faces. 
Young, shoulder borne
before lapping water, curved sails, coat hanger.
Dimples and shining eyes turned skyward.

Pointing gesticulating laughter
fellowship. Distraction from conversation,
a stillness, dimming, silence, initial salvos.
Awed serenity on the ground
fire and thunder, 
artistic creation in the sky, 
rivaling...

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Seven Morning Stars

In the western Carpathian piedmont
Which my grandfathers left long before,
The peregrine falcon flees likewise
From a tableau of fresco tradition,
Superstition, and tempera myth.

The me of then bested the alpine pass
Where Hannibal lost his eye.
The I of now has met equal regard,
Evoking the grim determination
With...

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HERO

“As a boy you’ll go away to that far off distant war
 And you’ll come back a man
 Of which my son I’m so proud.”
 
So off to this war I went
To a place that I was sent
‘Twas in an Asian far off land,
I was...

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Rufescent clouds descend on the Victorian horizon as the sky dies
Beneath them bone chilling winds roar as salvos,
I feel like an acceptor who adheres to the doctrine of disguise
While looking through the prism of a Sunset Tourmaline.
It is not what I want but what I...

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Music was his passion
from his yearly years,
his voice, his weapon - 
the signature of his life.

In his compositions
there is freedom for all Nations,
freedom for everyone, 
in his astounding sounds.

In his uplifting melodies,
he can transfigure
the man for better being,
be it homeless man 

or the corrupt ruler...

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Feel alike you've been through a war?
You say you relish it, yet you failed to soar.
With numerous salvos, you ignite brightly.
Indeed, you will be rewarded blithely.

I'll be gone soon; often I must leave.
Maybe there's punter room in line to believe.
I'm getting aboard a speedy train...

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A push-button blood alarm
scans the receptivity of softly ticking ears.
It is the ever-wakening
never snoozing
internet jungle calling.

Fasting birds as large as velociraptors
insist on being called parrots,
a raucous conversation hardly heard
as it filters through
3-D printed flugelhorns.

A cell awakes vibrates within an ear socket
demanding its early morning diaper...

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A fragile pistillum sways to conceal
the sperms in pestle. Unilaterally fired salvos
were increasing. After the dig, bodies in the
debris were popping up daily. There 
was no truce for brothers in arms. Struggling
to hold on the humanism, anger was rising
from the white paper.

A sense of lost...

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Awake another day without you here
Your gift of years so precious as my wife
I still can hear your voice so crystal clear
That sound a treasured echo of a life
I hurry out of bed to be on time
With thoughts of us together oh so grand
Arriving at...

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A fragile pistillum sways to conceal
the sperms in pestle. Unilaterally fired salvos
were increasing. After the dig, bodies in the
debris were popping up daily. There 
was no truce for brothers in arms. Struggling
to hold on the humanism, anger was rising
from the white paper.

A sense of lost...

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the war is waged,
around me and within me,
the flavor filtered in the air, lilac,
battle lines drawn, us and them,
no middle ground,
in bloom at the fringe of a field of wild flowers, lilac,
salvos cease, aggressions abate,
as the priority of meadow usurps the importance of upheaval,
the flowers...

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