Bunkers Poems - Poems about Bunkers

...I was four when I partied like it was 1999. Didn’t know what Y2K meant— thought it was a new kind of Ribena. Mom said the world might end, so we had fish fingers and Angel Delight like it was ou......

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...We cured death on a Tuesday, launched the trial on a Thursday, by Friday, 14% of the test group was gnawing on the janitorial staff. Still, the press was kind. “Remarkable resilience,” they wr......

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...In a realm of tranquil illusions, weary spirits find thrones of comfort, Lives frozen in monotonous dances, dolls forgotten in the windows of dead time, Middle-aged souls, ghosts of lost hope, nest......

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...In a city of shadows and faded smiles, where tears flow beneath slow eyelids, lost souls seek refuge, people frozen in their own chimera, aged too soon by the fear of change, as life's tectonic ......

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...Isn't that fish called Bunkers, it's bait fish To some it is bait For most of us here In the Philippines It's called Breakfast Lunch and Dinner For a few days.......

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...Trick or Treat, "Edith get the door," yells Archie!! "Oh Archie they are so cute come and look Please." "Shut up Edith just give them their stupid candy, will ya?" " I'm not dealing with Meathea......

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...bizarre stuff in fact, she'd never visited a golf course before in fact, as i took my daughter to the clubhouse toilet i held the door open for her the contents of the coffee was all over t......

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...Elitist's Outcome America is crumbling Invasions almost complete They're silencing all our voices Our rights trying to deplete Freedom's quickly dwindling Indoctrination the way Corruption's......

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...Itchy Fingers? I don’t mind dying in a nuclear war. As long as it’s quick, not a lingering bore. It’ll give the elite a chance to see the cloud. Kill off the plebs in a crimson shroud. I kno......

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...A nuclear war wished for There is among the youth of the West an ingrained boredom a hidden wish to swipe away from the old world they live in they can’t see for mist on windows and need to cle......

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...imagine there is a war and nobody goes turns swords into ploughshares instead builds homeless shelters instead of bunkers shares toil freedom and land resists grabbing power dresses in peace f......

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...there was never any need to sway from the bunkers that evening the way the tall pines swayed mastering my innermost self to a tiny craft beneath the woods as night shattered the small ......

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... On white lines on valiant wheels I head north leaving behind the City of Sails with its humourless streets, its casino steel and glass Sky Tower built upon the rubble of a gran......

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...We'd dined in Mozart's cabin while eating ostrich burgers catering to the good things Austria has to offer I supposed nestled beneath the alps capturing a glimpse of this ancient fortress ......

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...A dark road creaks, a crackling carapace of ice under bruising rubber. Driving to the all-nite store --- need antacids. It's pre-dawn, an hour behind the light; potholes dream in their black bu......

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