Bunker Poems - Poems about Bunker

Cramped steps acquaint heavy hatch reluctant Cushion hush cellar isolate, harsh sun migraines Catapulted myopic into apocalyptic destruction Crumple of coastal community permits my gains Grim resilient, plotted alone, abided by rations ...

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The purest gift that we can give Is one another Rising from the dust Of waging war Facing what we fear To save each other From our rivals Just beyond the bunker door Bombs creating havoc in the morning Missiles float like feathers In the wind Sirens blasting sounds With urgent warning The beginning that will soon Become our end Married were the two Just days before Hand in...

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She cried on national television A plea that broke my heart Her baby clung so tightly In the bomb shelter they embarked. Once, I experienced such turmoil No baby on my side While she is in a bomb shelter A bunker is where I'd hide. Sadly, I was a “killer,” Where she pleads to stay alive The Gulf War is just in my memory The Ukraine...

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"FUNNY MEMORIES" THE SWEET REMEMBRANCE SWEET MEMORIES MAKE US HAPPY, MEMORIES ARE TREASURES,IF THEY ARE FUNNY. WE ALL HAVE SUCH BEAUTIFUL MEMORIES, THOSE,THAT WE OFTEN CHERISH. SWEET MEMORIES ARE NOT JUST BERRIES, THAT,AFTER THE SEASON,PERISH. I HAVE SUCH BEAUTIFUL MEMORIES, I MUST SHARE, STILL FRESH IN MY...

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Mr. Archie Bunker For the good ole days did hunker Confronted with 'ethnics' or punkers He turned green at the gills...went bonkers...

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They hide in a secret room bunker What gives them this right? Not in the Middle-East desert, But here at home, staying out of sight New things happening, never seen before We all know, this isn’t how it works Keeping everyone hostage, To get their way, along with their perks Come on, how can anyone agree? Regardless of which side you choose This is certainly...

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Archie had words for each situation, he would say them without hesitation; like my sediments meat head, or in a pigs dye, he said; my bus has sailed was his explanation ! ___________________________ February 5, 2019 Poetry/Limerick/Archie Bunker Copyright Protected, ID 19-1172-670-02 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Submitted to the contest, A Limerick, Old or New: Your Personal Favorite. sponsor, Andrea Dietrich Fourth Place Fourth...

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Archie Bunker, blunderer; Lived life wishing for thunder. The praise never came; Had himself to blame; Archie was no, free-thinker. Written 2-14-19...

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There once was a man named Archie Definitely not so starchy Ridicule his best gift Supremacy his lift An upper hand controlled Archie Bunker was his family name Superiority his game He put intellect down Made Michael wear a frown And his viewers flush with red shame Syllables checked. Written: 02/14/2019...

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Archie Bunker Archie Bunker's political stance, He did NOT seem too shy to advance. Was he funny, or crude? Right on target, or rude? In today's world, he'd NOT have a chance! February 8, 2019 For Contest, 'Limerick 4' sponsored by Joseph May Lines 1, 2, 9 -- 9 syllables --/--/--/ Lines 3, 4 -- 6 syllables ...

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Archie had words for each situation, he would say them without hesitation; like my sediments meat head, or in a pigs dye, he said; my bus has sailed was his explanation ! ___________________________ February 5, 2019 Poetry/Limerick/Archie Bunker Copyright Protected, ID 19- 1112-339-02 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Written for the contest, Limerick 4 sponsor, Joseph May First Place Theme chosen - Archie Bunker...

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A cranky old man that rules his household from his armchair. There isn't one he doesn't scold. With jabbing comments and taunts; feels he can say what he wants. A shameful big mouth, hardheaded and bold. His chauvinist views; women with boobies were created to make meals and babies. He still lives in the stone age putting people in a rage. Crazed old man,...

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I don’t mean to bust Archie’s hump. He meant well, the simple old chump, But damn, how buffoonish His views, so cartoonish, In short, he’d have staunchly liked Trump! (Written February 2, 2019, for Joseph May's Limerick 4 contest.)...

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Feeling the calamity coming, edgy thoughts ... enter the bunker Following in Hitler’s footsteps, going down underground ... into the safe panic place The isolated catacomb haven, dark insulated protection ... enter the bunker Hiding in the bowels of the earth, reproach worms on a flesh search ... enter the bunker Imminent life defeat conquered by suicide victory ... into the hate womb retreat Got the...

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To some he was a punk, to others quite a mystery. A jailbird and a drunk? A fan of film and fistery? But now that he’s defunct, finally, Bunk is history....

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