word bombs
dead wrongs
amygdala hijack
your own
devices left you
know thy self
crackerjack
word bombs
dead wrongs
amygdala hijack
your own
devices left you
your brain is set
to bushwhack
(repeat as necessary)
Written and posted by
a real poet, no ai clone --
wary of erroneous people,
fake voices on my digital
phone – fear I may be one of
the few yet writing poetry alone
without the help of
some ai, futuristic drone
letting fall synthetic hits
and misses – parrot
droppings all the same,
really, ai poetry quite morally
lame.
We
were bright
small fireflies
gleaming at nights
with soft silver wings,
alas bombs rained on us
with poisoned plains our harsh grave,
our magic gone, our show complete
for ever lost to darkness of night
with no prayers, no funeral for us.
GENESIS 9:6 INVERSED
All poets are bombs
And we must explode now
For our lovers is the sun
And we have chosen to die in the heavens
What is more holier than to be dead by God?
Poets explode the stars of God
Inspired by: N/A, poem was from own unpublished work.
Bombs fly as threats persist
Hatred shakes its angry fist
Shocking crisis across the world,
as continual attacks are unfurled
Nations at odds and the US won't stop
Where did we get the idea we're the cop?
I have never seen anything like it,
although this pattern has not quit
Now it has reached a peak, it's extreme
Our allies aren't even part of our team
There is horrible news but political silence
Friction surrounds us like a barbwire fence
There is risk, shock and gambling ways,
escalating by the minute these days
Now peace can only be found on your own
However you can, even seek it alone
Heidi Sands
4/7/26
(C)opyright
All I want is peace and peace
In the west, in the east
In the north and the south
To close your mouth
When you're happy
To stop the misery
During the passage
We only need one page
To express our feelings and pain
All we need is PEACE. We die in vain
Every single day
Yes, we need to pray
More and more often
So we can go to heaven
When we die
This is no lie
We can smell a new year
Let's start a new prayer
All we want is to have PEACE
On top of the list
All we need is Universal World Peace
And to leave this earth in one piece
While having a glitzy feast
No drones, no bullets, no wars, no lies, no tragedies
No guns, no deadly bombs, no cannons and no bullies.
Copyright © December 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
*
Star
weary
sorrow tears
Zillions flicker
dimming lightened gifts
bloodblack diamonds spinning
Flames flash skies into near night
Cosmic scales—fallen world's despairs
Dark-Star reaps ringed scarlet horizons
shooting star dissipating downward
Jaded stones form constellations
best poet’s mouth is silenced
Ashy smoke rising scents
Black gold dominance
Savoir-faire sage
from its dust
evokes
Zen
_/\_
It’s bombs away in the Middle East
And if Russia joins the fray
WW3 will be declared
~ Death the entry fee
*Not a poem to start controversy
Imagine bombs falling all around you
But you don't have a clear reason why
Who is one with secrets to say another is worse?
As destruction falls from the beautiful sky?
I, as an Independent ask to know
Why a country dictates another?
When did people stop being equal to bestow
as war times begin to smother?
These words are not to start controversy
They are only to process what's going on today
And search through the chaos for mercy,
in a situation put upon us today
In the murky waters, there's a rallying cry for peace
It has been this way all the while
So why is it in the clearing so far away,
in these years of bombs and endless trial?
Heidi Sands
3/6/26
(C)opyright
* If it is about threat of being attacked here, why not stay here and defend our country?
Hospital's structure turned into dust,
Cracks, blood, chaos, memory's rust.
Children, parents, elderly helpless,
Patients gone and breathless.
Bomb blast consumed everything in its path,
The patients and doctors dead by world - wrecking wrath.
Tears that turned into ash, fire and blood,
No fire could be extinguished by a flood.
Bombs came in one after another,
No one had something to shield or cover.
Blood spills, eyes closing, tears from families,
Too many innocents turned casualties.
"No Fire Zone", papers stated,
Lives of tamils were bound to be fated.
Search of family members through smoke and tears,
This memory will never be forgotten for years.
A memory that hits us hard and unforgotten,
Families of the casualties had fears begotten.
2nd of May did not fade within time,
The bell cries as it does its last chime.
for every bomb dropped, a thousand stars cry tear lights ~ for reblooming earth
_______________________
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8.1.26
In a coiling maze
mortars fume.
Crimson cadavers
dye the verdant soil.
Poison spears plunge
craters into young flesh.
Scattered moans rise
into the sorrowing air
of deafened canons
and carbon.
No succour or welcome
for the maimed.
Only ghosts
of peace.
Gloom blooms as more bombs boom;
Even saints are tainted by crimson stains.
Fears tear through cradle-cries,
And withered blood floods the clustered gutters.
A prowl of projectiles surrounds their bounds;
Wounds whine on a round ground.
Pleas fail to heal the skin’s impetigo—
As silence stains the lens.
Then violence dons another garment,
While silence lies dormant;
Cries from festered wounds pry the dry, wry air,
As echoes crawl along.
All goes to soothe egos,
They boast with coats of loathes in floated boats,
In self-conceit concerts,
They celebrate nothing, noting no woe.
Wicked wicks don’t wink weak,
They sow discord and spit splintered discourse,
They supplant hate as baits,
And their words plunge the world to more dangers.
Peace peeks through a bombed hole at round tables,
Yet war speaks through their mouths;
Those who would quell the spell still sow their guile,
While skies scold, souls lie cold.
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