Best Strafe Poems

In the intimate interlace of free will and fate, in the ultimate interplay of time and place, and with the consummate checkmate of my human dignity, all that is.. is over in the stormy, swarming space of mere moments.

turbulence rises
as sun and clouds intersect -...

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Within the frame a sepia scene
a dusty porch   a rickety chair   
the fabric of your dusky face creased
with ceaseless sunbaked woes
your old pair of getaway feet gives 
a different walk of life 
to an old pair of thrown-away shoes
two sizes too...

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When my fingers hurt 
the pain binds and forms 
at the base of my greatest fear

I never knew fear
Until it knocked on my door
So fierce that 
What words were on the tip of my tongue 
Are drying up into dust in my mouth 

The taste...

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If pigs could fly it wouldn’t be good
You’d have to go out with a brolly
Wear Wellington boots and waterproof suits
Life wouldn’t be happy or jolly

There’d be danger around every corner
You’d think in your car you’d be safe
But unless you’re under some cover
Either you or your...

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New Guinea Kokoda Campaign

In 1942 the Japs appeared, took all the islands north.
Our troops were mainly school boys and for New Guinea bound.
13,000 Japs landed, climbed up Kokoda and came forth.
As  Yanks,  Macarthur's boys took over Melbourne town.
Churchill said "No we can't help,...

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When my fingers hurt 
the pain binds and forms 
at the base of my greatest fear

I never knew fear
Until it knocked on my door
So fierce that 
What words were on the tip of my tongue 
Are drying up into dust in my mouth 

The taste...

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A steady heartbeat thumping in my ears,
Lost in my thoughts, the world around me a blur.
No longer do I feel the pain of living, no more tears.
But, when the music's gone, horrid things start to occur.
With no beat, no voice, no bass, my world collapses.
Cold...

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My phone rang and it was my 
lover calling.
How am i to know,
It was to talk of an empire's 
falling.
I raised my eye brow,
With a face full of smiling,
Not knowing it was my judas 
cock crow..


She hid a secret she now 
declares,
That she was to...

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Strong wind howling from the east
Invading collars and cuffs. 
Waves explode like roaring beasts
Of white frothy foaming tufts

Seagulls battle gusting drafts
Eyes ever on the water. 
Warning code for small sea crafts
Of twenty foot or shorter. 

Small boats being tossed like tops 
In danger of capsizing....

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Sandy stole my words. 
Desolation and despair 
triumphed
attempts at descriptive 
narrative 
paled in comparison
to the cold, desolate reality left 
behind.  

Humvees and police cars patrol 
debris clogged streets. 
Red and blue emergency lights 
strafe empty lots where homes 
once stood. 
Houses ripped apart, 
tilted, torn, gravity defying 
structures, 
now open vistas to...

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The first time the Japanese were stopped in World War 2... 
was 7th of September 1942...(Before Gaudacanal fight was finished)...they retreated then
back  to Rabaul after heavy fighting with the Aussies in the muddy swamp at Milne Bay, New
Guinea...
http://www.scullywag.com/kokoda1942stoush/

Milne Bay Battle 1942...

In the mud of...

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Exodus on a massive scale
1940 under assail
Three hundred thousand
Fathers and sons
Dunkirk evacuation
From the Hun
 
Armada 
Not seen for hundreds of years
To save our hero's, relay their fears
1500 ships of many sorts
Arrived on mass
Naval escort
 
British and French
Beached and battered
Quest to save Europe
Defeated and shattered
 
Queues...

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Kahlia Akasha Is Back
We armed our jet with 8 anti ship missiles. Every single under wing weapon pylon was spoken for. Under fuselage drop tank full of fuel, in front of that  a twin barrel 30mm gun with 200 armour piercing shells. We where...

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Bog berries and frog eyes,
on an afternoon surprise.
At the Witch's Lot.
Where aches fester and rot.
Where witches spin and turn on their cot,
and close their thick thighs,
around flying sticks that rise,
and fly while hot.
Witches strafe above,
riding toward the sky,
in
loud
ecstasy....

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He's sitting in the sand
In his right hand
A little stone, he lifts it high
Left hand fingers fly.

               He lets his tongue taste the weather on his skin
    ...

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