Bombardiers Poems - Poems about Bombardiers

...Though joyousness impaled, albeit skewered over poker hot coals courtesy roaring fiery molten psychological magma kindling sparks incinerate nonetheless inchoate coalescence asserts, damned f......Read the rest...

...Ambiguity within mine doodling Yankee mind that arises, asper current hoopla harrumphing American Civil War statues, which verbal/written spat particularly regarding southern generals (many ......Read the rest...

...(fear not stalwart reader, the sword of Damocles just grazed thy chest when fate found us a place to call home). to avoid the pitfall of prospective homelessness which near future prospect i......Read the rest...

...written just a couple weeks before the lease at prior abode would expire, and no affordable habitat....just by happenstance and a thankful invisible hand of destiny. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ......Read the rest...

...cosmic dust spirals, supernatural storms born the Goldilocks zone Free verse ~ A quadrant of marble missiles born Ever since, A dream catcher catches dreams Jupiter catches meteorite......Read the rest...

...today, i wanna die and bid god riddance grandly going gamesomely gra grave, de deum, and cymbal crash to bing mulct emotionally, physically and spiritually - all the grinding hardships wo......Read the rest...

...Countdown to Armageddon precariously hinges potential apocalypse outcome, mere smattering days away if the brazen, fierce-some dragon doth don trumps presidential throne - ships with ......Read the rest...

...My husband drives the highway past the old plane graveyard. Permission to visit once a dream, now his reward. He drools, as he studies the bounty before him to take. First the one that comes close......Read the rest...

...DRESDEN, GERMANY February 13, 1945 Pathfinders lit the night to show the way for bombardiers too hungry for the word; as Dresden's dark was made as light as day, all hearts were stopped before the bl......Read the rest...

...THE BOMBING OF DRESDEN February 13, 1945 Pathfinders lit the night to show the way for bombardiers too hungry for the word; as Dresden's dark was made as light as day, all hearts were st......Read the rest...

...My husband drives the highway past the old plane graveyard. Permission to visit once a dream, now his reward. He drools, as he studies the bounty before him, to take. First the one that comes closest......Read the rest...

...EVENING Corpses and torsos lay on the disvirgined field, some have lances on there heads Some bayonets on their hearts, some sabers in their stomachs. Blood flowed like water. Lucky ones groan......Read the rest...