Cordite Poems - Poems about Cordite

...Who actually is like us The modern world you see today Right before your eyes, Who done this and who done that Well you’re in for a wee surprise. From the Bank of England to the Bank of France......

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...The glossy acrylic smell of new editions is cordite to my nose, an explosive mixture of - need to know. I finger trawl over dust covers mindreading unread masterpieces. Movies ransacked many o......

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...Walking to class with an expectation not allowed for the innocent. An uneventful day was expected, but never promised. My intention as pure as could be with the expectation of the same from a weary......

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...Before the day turned into night when morning dawn seemed clear and bright. Before, the taste of spent cordite lingered around one more bomb site. We sang of love, no war, but peace why should......

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...** An exercise: write a sonnet in iambic pentameter. With heavy heart, I offer my remorse, for I'm too tired to dance this weary eve. The echoes of my workday's tireless chores linger, ......

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...A warning National day, every country has one, when they are allowed to wave their flags, get drunk, and indulge in latent xenophobia When the people (otherwise kept in the dark) are allowed t......

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...The armament Awakening into the harsh light of blinding loyalty. Jubilation and flags. Soldiers synchronized Stirring talks, hateful lies told La vie en la rose someone sings to stall time......

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...The days of our discontent The rain had fallen sharply and heavy flooding roads fields had become lakes, and cars looked like toys thrown away by an unrestrained boy child. From the inside lo......

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...Ranks of glossy printed editions squeezed into a concertina of space. The acrylic smell of new books is cordite to my nose. Then in softer contrast, the musky ambiance of the old and well-thum......

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...August Promise Every year I say, come August and I will go to Norway but every you’re the flight ticket goes up, when mulling this over it is suddenly, September wonder-full is the weather of ......

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...Lay me to rest in marbled halls with angels at my head, not lying here in the mud of Ypres with khaki turning red. Let me die a noble death, one that's worth fighting for, not to avenge a nobleman......

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... None to comfort none to save Broken splendid total naïve Battle worn and leather bound Gasping groaning final sound Mixing rapid blasted fine Frontline wasted shattered mind Fusing......

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...The Persistence of a Memory of Apricot Shampoo by Michael R. Burch For all that I remembered, I forgot her name, her face, the reason that we loved... and yet I hold her close within my thought......

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...The ‘classics’ section is not small. Ranks of tightly printed editions squeeze a concertina of time. The glossy acrylic smell of new books is cordite to my nose, I dodge a graphic array of explo......

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...The roar in his ears was fading now, Not much longer the sergeant said. The stink of cordite was fading now, As he looked around at all the dead. The shroud of smoke was fading now, The gunfire ......

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