Whistle echoes in the tunnel
then smoke belches upwards
as the train halts at the platform
Disgorging its passengers
before porters offload baggage
Cases, trunks, sacks – all claimed
But no
There on the platform two suitcases
Side by side, travelling twins of no fixed abode
Ace of Spades on one, King of Hearts on the other
Unnoticed
Porters distracted as the cavalcade announces its arrival
Guard of honour, red carpet, bowed heads -
trappings of power and privilege
Gliding through the booking hall
onto the platform
Glancing left not right
Two suitcase stand forlorn
Something stirs within
in an instant, carnage
No train
No platform
No power
No privilege
The end of monarchy
The start of republic
Suitcase slaughter
Suitcase solution
Only one word in English
170 definitions
how fragile
the human heart must be
to fracture and break
shudder and quake,tremble and ache
defined by a single word
whispered or shouted
given or rejected
love
our home grown monarch
shall swing open war's hell gate~
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1946 United States authorities
chose to exercise freedom of choice
and forcibly relocated 167 Marshall islanders
King Juda he agreed as their voice
from Bikini Atoll east to Rongerik
a small island which adequate resources lacked
with the promise they would return
so much for the U.S. Right of Freedom Act
and with little regard to radiation or fallout
the beautiful coral lagoon's sad fate
was a nuclear weapon testing site
twenty-three tests in all 'til 1958
but scientists miscalculated
a dry-fuel thermonuclear bomb they blew
For 46 years - prideful and hateful
Wrath, envy, spreading the net
Building an A-Bomb, a decision fateful
A sword to be held, like eternal threat
Destruction, murder, elimination
Iran, to wipe Israel off the map
A sordid task for the whole nation
Stubborn threats, boasts, contempt
It was their purpose, the goal, the aim
To end every Jew on planet Earth
Fanned hot Middle Eastern flame
To Hamas and Hezbollah, they gave birth
Spread the tentacles, to suffocate
To build an Islamic Republic empire
Never learned from the old caliphates
They are all gone, purged by fire
Lusted for bomb, to be held as a club
Over every fearful head, forever
Wanted to enter the atomic club
By picking the locks and feeling clever
The last mile, they were almost there
To grip the victory with the jaws
Removing all stops, and didn’t care
Moving forward without pause
But no, those dreams never came to pass
Atomic Persia, the purveyor of dread
Where are you now, evil top brass?
Someplace unfound, unburied and dead
June 16, 2025
We spoke Trakl and Warhol
We lulled the day between us
You make me free
holding your voice
has meant something
Daybreak your eager call
Belief is a new thing
I'm into you
Has the new year brought me love,
Or just more solitude and misery?
Can it give a glimpse of happiness,
That's not inclined to a forgery?
I suppose that time will be the monitor,
As days, weeks, and months become the year.
Yet I am left to wonder and inquire,
Towards the pace, fast or slow, that I fear.
Often, there's a fuse to trigger an explosion,
Though it is difficult to know if it's been lit.
So while the seconds tick away in anxiety,
The minutes blow right on by and won't quit.
Such is the nature that time possesses,
Whether expanding or contracting in space.
Not to mention all the bending and gravity,
It's no wonder it can blow up in one's face.
You won’t find me when you’re looking,
But you will know when I am gone,
Every single second feels like a year,
My hearts ticking like a bomb.
One day you will remember me,
Like a good old fashion song,
You never forgot the words to,
My hearts ticking like a bomb.
You take your time to notice,
You hear the sound of the alarms,
But you reached inside and pull the pin.
There is no moving on.
It is Northen coastal California,
Which boasted the best weather in the USA,
Then came the Global warming, changing the weather all around,
Never so many people suffered from Tornadoes, cyclones, fire, and flooding.
When the scientists proclaimed about the dangers of Global warming,
All the conservative ruling elites thought it was a lunacy of progressives,
Now comes the warning of Atmospheric bomb, and Atmospheric River (AR) rain,
Hunkered up in my room, I watch with fear the monstrous clouds rolling up over my head.
Last year when AR came, the little hills started to slide down,
The age-old trees fell everywhere, power came and went with the rain,
When it comes with an Atmospheric bomb, it is a cyclone with rivers of rain,
The roofs over houses blew up, trees crashed cars and houses all over,
It flooded everywhere, and a few lives got lost in this deluge.
I can live without this watery deluge,
Would love to see past sprinkles observed by natives in awe,
Would love to see birds taking a little shower,
Unfortunately, everyone perishes in this deluge of AB and AR rains.
Why do we crave war-war?
When it's better we jaw-jaw,
Why do we bomb-bomb?
When we are not dumb-dumb.
Why do we crave war-war?
When it's only bloods that pour-pour,
Why do we fight-fight?
When we can make peace-peace.
When it's better we jaw-jaw,
Why is it war that we saw-saw?
When we can be friend-friend,
Why is it that it's war that trend-trend?
When it's only blood that pour-pour,
Why can't war stay for the days of yore-yore?
Why are we humans so sore-sore?
That we desire war more-more.
Why do we bomb-bomb?
When we are better off calm-calm,
Why do we kill-kill?
That it's daily, lots of blood spill-spill.
Are we dumb-dumb?
Not to see that war makes cities slum-slum.
We talk war even in hush-hush,
While innocent blood gush-gush.
He lives with dive bomb dog they warned me
I had no idea what that meant
They shove him off rooftops
Hoping he can get his paws to the gear lever in time
I soon learned what it meant
Are you okay with this? I asked dive bomb dog
I was adjusting his goggles at the time
He licked me in the face, so I guess we are good
The loudest thing in the universe
Is not the sound of a nuclear bomb hitting the ground fired by military forces
Or an astroid crashing into earth from space
Nor is it the sound of two major stars colliding
Not even close to the sound of a crying baby
Woken up by hunger at 3am in the morning
It is silence
You cant see the impact
Known to be so loud
Its unheard off
Bomb Baby
How long how long
Can this go on
Born babies bombed
Who do no wrong
Born babies long
For their Mama’s song
Born babies bombed
No longer long on
Bill MacEachern 10/22/2023
in the fifties, back in my school days, we hid under desks
anticipating the nuclear bomb we thought Russians were sending
not all of our body fit under there, but we still had to do it
Because if that bomb was coming, we wanted to be ready
You do not see the bomb,
probably never will
though you imagine yourself
at the bottom of a crater,
however it’s not you,
it’s just the form
of a still smoldering silence.
This peaceful Ohio sky is a picture.
Autumn leaves falling,
the air rustles gently,
but now you recall the horror
the mangled innocence of death from afar.
Somewhere a bomb-bay has opened
blood is again falling
through a picturesque world
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