Best Shelling Poems

Lest we forget

When the Shelling 
And the Din of gunfire
Finally stopped 

His mind was shot
A hollow broken shell
Stood

Crooked in the corner of some foreign land
Every...

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"The Immigration Officer Asked Me."

I was asked where are you coming from?
I answered I ran away from the war in my
country.?

I was asked how many...

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~My True Story 16 Years Of War~

!6 years of living in fear every minute, 16 years living with barely 
any electricity,water, food,hurt from humiliation standing...

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Sand in sheets
scuffing skin and reminding 
last nights attire reaks like bonfire
 a hundred days like this 
   a sea of endless laughs...

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I envy the dust, the way it moves all free and careless,
released from it’s sleeping state the thunderous pounds 
of late shelling, again endless. 

Muffled...

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The Lumberjack's Hard Days Of Toil

Salty sweat, from deep axe strokes to lean hands
heavy cotton shirt soaked, mark of the man.
Lumberjack, strong, cut of a...

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Life is like a nut,
Differs in shape, size, color or crust,
Life is like a nut.
For some, it’s like a coconut,
Beyond the reach, safe from gust
Very...

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I remember so well the calico aprons that my Mother wore.
She made them from feed sacks that Father needed no more.
She wore them mainly to...

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You are shelling out a lot
Of racist evil remarks
That I don't appreciate
Your full of negative hate
Why are you so cruel and mean
What have your darkened...

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"The Auditing"

We are all numbers
aren’t we? continually,
we are audited daily,

we audit each other
regularly 
but we aren't regular 

we are the noun 
that rhymes with 
britches

too...

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You put him in a cage
That pilot you shot down
Pour gasoline on him
And set him ablaze

And the world is silent...

That seventeen year old girl
Writhes on...

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My life in a storage shed.

Paid for by the month.
I see you there in those horrible  boxes.
Kneading the dough.
Our bed no longer holds us.
Dust...

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(September 2014)

While rage of war surrounds this special man
   he, driver of an ambulance, remains
      to help his...

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Cajole me in the right frame of mind
For I'm vexed not because of
Personal issues but because of the
Morbid, abstract canvas of life
I'm subjected to witness,...

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Slam poetry evening 
Offended 
Leave now
In fact why have you come
If this is not for you
Or do you 2 wish to slam
And are here looking...

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