Guernica Poems - Poems about Guernica

... Nine Inch Nails play Handel’s Messiah Gauguin paints Guernica bare chested war poets fall in love with what never was a Gingko tree blossoms at Hiroshima’s swords into ploughshares condor legio......

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...if Guernica were a poem ~ if I could write it......

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...There are things, Gaëlle, that are pretty good Say hello to her mom every day, Say hello to the nice weather vane, Listen to the trains in the countryside, There are things Gaëlle, that are so ......

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...“Look carefully and see if there could possibly be pain like my pain, like the one bestowed by You upon me.” – Lamentations 1:12 I walk the width of 2000 pound bomb crater in the densely populated......

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...when Animal Farm is not a feeding manual and Clockwork Orange strikes at midnight Dali’s time piece warps under face value and an eagle-eyed-cuckoo flies over its nest beneath the cover......

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...The soul is here for its own joy. It floats somewhere behind my eyes. Existing in breath and relationships It responds to and is created by A Chopin Etude, Round Midnight, a fralich, Starry N......

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...‘Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces’ John Ruskin, 1853 they had crushed the bevelled mirror of his life into a tho......

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...He had taken the last train to Stalingrad. ´Join the Army and see the World´. The track of events unfolded when the tank chains came off. His brother had bombed Guernica with the Condor Legio......

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...See the crescent horn cornucopia end pointing oddly upward a moon-cow bellowing ~ Guernica under destruction......

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...In times of a virus spreading its unruly truths I wonder why What matters most seems to be toilet paper Loops and loops of the stuff and people care about their bum Three ply of course beca......

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...It is hard to walk in the sand especially with boots and a heavy rifle. Manuel and I would sit on a rock and watch the moon give birth to a distant blue Africa. Franco's Guardia Civil were not a......

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...Grenfell tower ruptures the horizon, London's skyline is scarred like a blackened diplodocus or a charred monument for a laconic London bridge still burning But look, linen wraps its i......

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...war in black and white canvassed stretched pigmentation a thing of beauty ***......

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...Rough Landscape In my mind the landscape of Guernica features high on the many crowbars to unmask that inner prison of conscience and humanity So many scenes of destruction with no predominant......

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...Pondering on Nirvana The meditator mediates her thoughts meanders through confusion and the onslaught overkilled by oscillating storms Nothingness emptiness detachment as she do......

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