Helmeted Poems - Poems about Helmeted

...Face of an Angel I hear the distant rumblings of artillery shells I hear the singing sound of stray bullets I lift my head to look around and see the toll Bodies scattered like leaves on......

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...Birthday of beloved buxom babe I betrothed Pardon my hyperbole if in fact such embellishment can be sifted out amidst the pretentious poetry and/or prose NOT aired to appear superior, but more so ......

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... I was one of the cool set, navy blue duffle coat, scarf around my neck, seated at a table in Pepe's Coffee Lounge discussing Baudelaire and T.S. Eliot and the demise of the political elites......

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...He was withdrawing; inside his eyes he cleaned the glass of his spectacles they were worn thin now and only looked inward. Nuclear weapons were threatening the circuitry of a million neurons, ......

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...If ever I had to have a country victim of pedophily : LXXXVI [Note: 216,000 cases of pedophily, perpetrated by the clergy, have been recorded by the Catholic Church in France since 1950.] If......

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...Hey, helmeted heads and masked faces Just doff your boring accessories Come step into this secluded place Which makes your mundane minds go crazy On watery leaves, these little b......

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...A tugboat, a ferry, a Circle Line cruise All chug by on the river, for me to peruse. A breeze gently blows as the waves settle down As I soak it all up here on my side of town. A ‘copter flits ......

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...Your helmet on holiday While on a highway Will make Accident Demons busier And a lot to the Devil easier, Either party to fracture your skull For man’s most feared call. Blame-worthy of you c......

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...Nature abhors a vacuum, Loathes right angles, But reveres the Corona. For Nature so loved the corona It dirked the form Atop the penile shaft Rendering the shape Like a helmeted soldier ......

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...God’s country, a volcano who turned herself into a lovely lake of the prettiest color. Azure? No. Periwinkle? Not really. ......

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...LOST When she is away My bubble of life will sink And move but heavily in the sea’s sway, Her return an eternity’s blink, My sphere all but lost. Horned-helmeted Norsemen at night Dr......

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...Who suggests a trip back...rides to this bit of nostalgia in the middle years of the Great Depression aboard a Chicago elevated train, "the El." We hurdle head-long above asphalt blanketed streets th......

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...Yup, you red correctly, this noggin must go perhaps donated to the Salvation Army, or Good Will cuz, said atrophied cranial horridly styled comfortably numb skull, the ......

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... Translation of Eric Mottram’s HOMAGE TO PAUL ELUARD by T. Wignesan (Note: Here, I retain EM’s translations into English from Paul Eluard’s poems and his source language quotations from “this v......

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...It's freaking cold in outer space, minus 458 degrees Where does it begin, just 62 miles before hitting deep freeze Most space is empty A vacuum quite aery Mainly hydrogen, helium and some......

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