Best Strafing Poems

Life is war

Life is war....
we go to battle every single day,
feeling more and more like castaways,
in this ever churning sea


Oh, oh, life is war....
with each new day bringing calamity,
this world keeps messing with our sanity
till we can't take anymore


Chorus
But...love soldiers on...
together we are strong...
each battle...

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His hand is strafing the castellation on his trumpet, the valves moving up down up down like deranged pistons under the random machine gun fire of his fingers. Each note is a projectile that concusses the air, chases the one before it, nudges it from...

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RISKS
Scarred hills, risked mine shafts, dark and deep. 
The plonk of a stone,  dropped into water, far below.
Kids drifted to sounds of the gold-rush, pick and windlass.

But inside our school, Sir recruited afternoon classes into 
battle. We piloted Spitfires, strafing Messerschmitts. Bingo! 
The plane...

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The days were getting long, and the Fourth of July was coming up, soon.
With the City Park clean, a better raise might come, so very long over due.
The Sheriff of Crazyland was cleaning pigeon poo, too often, lately. True!
He was getting Crazier, by the minute,...

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I am not used to random acts of kindness,
To smiling faces, to a hand reached out.
I mostly see an unveiled curiosity,
Or glances strafing past my small frame.
Instead of growing thick skin, I have developed
The art of friendly smiling to perfection.
Which, in turn, receives replies in...

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Soaring into the air,
strafing the  clear blue skies
traversing  land and moutains high,
the eagle flies, a bird of awesome size.
 It's wings, huge bellows trapping air, 
send tiny creatures into spasms with fear.

Stooping low,  talons  drawn 
scoop  up unsuspecting prey
an innocent...

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Tenement buildings falling to bits
Victims of precision hits
Sirens wailing, people running
Smoke and darkness, engines gunning
Antiaircraft guns are blazing
Towards the sky the bullets strafing
A distant rumble just like thunder
Another street is torn asunder
Bodies lying on the road
Families left with no abode
Among the rubble pets are lying
Some...

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Braising sun stagnate, scaring blistering air, sand cutting strafing, more will I mention, elements raising, wedge freely created, by those who do not care.

Floods freely forging, water crushing scare, wave weaving pressing, life lightly wasted, warnings for all to beware....

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Nightmare 8. To Lose the Gift of Feeling Heard

Is each person not poet when he spills his heart?
Has your verse lost its edge if it’s true no one listens,
Or does God mean that no one is ever alone
And if God hears does that mean He...

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Dire prognostications 
(terrestrial inhabitants blithely heeded)
with contemporary age
fortune tellers foretell day of (w)reckoning,
sans total mortal kombat annihilation

when human (and many) other innocent species
(stalwart cockroach adept to survive)
pitch headlong toward critical limit stage.
That eleventh hour fast upon mankind,
(as Earthlings speed headlong)
on a bee line irrevocable debacle
portending...

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Brainstorm cometh, damning frontal hemisphere
jamming lookout, noggin perched, roiling thinking
uber wayfaring zealot, drills legendary phalanx.
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Writer's block afflicts Das scribe,
  ...

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I was up on deck of the USS Arizona doing the morning chores, 
When another plane came along, so I just passed it by, gores, 
Because they landed at Ford Island all the time, but this time, 
It was strafing me, attacking me repeatedly as...

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I walked a wooded path at night;
Down in the vale: a hint of light.
It shone as through an open door:
A faint, soft glow, and little more,
And sounds of bells, to my delight.

I crept up close so I could see
From whence it came: an oaken tree.
A...

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LOVE LIKE OF OLD

Waiting for this hours to come wasn’t easy
But the long hours make me feel dizzy
Can’t wait for this hours to pass
Cos I can’t see what I want at last

Sitting beside each other like lovers
Yet my heart was just too far and it...

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Black battalions
Loom large
And march across the darkening hills
Sweeping away the light.

It is then they unleash
Their strafing salvoes
Flattening the standing stalks
With their drenching drops.

Once they have exhausted
Their arsenal
They smoothly scatter to reveal
The healing light.

The shedding warmth 
Dries out the air
Leaving the corpses of crops 
Clearly embedded...

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