Long Attack Poems
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"The Beating Heart and Our Skin"
When the heart of a
people stops -
blood brothers
and sisters -
when does God
walk in?
there is no
waiting patiently
when children
are taken
by the monster
who grins
when does God
walk in?
to assuage
the Hell burning
non-discriminatory
in the lower levels
stoking its war
beneath our skin
when does God
walk in?
Beneath our skin
am I not that
I am
somewhere
within,
watching
we watch the fall
complacent
for we are human
what can we do?
we are we.
and that is them.
God
watches
the ghosts of
all the others
calling Morse code
to The Supreme Other
God watches
their mothers.
where does it all end?
where does it all begin?
the heart
starts beating
under the skin
Holy Ghosts within
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Teardrop”/Massive Attack
https://youtu.be/u7K72X4eo_s
Buzova near Kyiv, a mother
https://youtu.be/EPW-4JES6q0
Radio Free Europe/Radio Liberty
Mariupol
Russian claims more than 1,000 Ukrainian troops surrender in Mariupol / BBC News
https://youtu.be/jd2MYpt4THE
Finland to decide on joining Nato - as Russia gathers troops for new offensive / Channel 4, UK
https://youtu.be/9p11LM2YLtM
I first stepped into the quicksand
When I was only twenty-one
My girlfriend missed two cycles
My college years were not yet done
I doubled up on my courses
While working late into the night
And started sinking into the quagmire
Cuddling my daughter nice and tight
I sunk into it even deeper
When two sons then came along
A house with a mortgage
Credit cards to pay the throng
My job became an anchor
Adding weight to my sinking ship
But instead of calling out for help
I simply bit my bleeding lip
Muck was up to my neck
When college tuitions came pouring in
But I knew, for my children,
To do less would be a sin
My loved ones standing near me
Didn’t seem to notice me disappear
Suffocating in the deluge
Was my most horrific fear
When my head was finally covered
And my world went dark as night
I heard sounds of a helicopter
I heard beeping and saw a light
The doctor who woke me up
Said, “You had a heart attack
You must climb out of the quicksand
If you want your life to come back”
Then I learned to see the joy
In what I thought was ballast weight
I learned to share some of my burdens
And not carry them all upon my plate
I learned how to reach my hand out
To other hands that were always there
And I left my life of quicksand
Burying within it all despair
The cats had a rather slow day
So they went to the yard to play
All over the ground
Were nuts to be found
Before long, they had too much to weigh!
The porch, not the best place to keep
A large store of nuts in a heap
The local tree rats
Said, “what’s up with that?”
Swooped in to see what they could reap.
The squirrels saw the pile as a boon
Like a cache of Spanish doubloons.
To get such a stash,
Without using cash,
They’d be ready for winter real soon!
In the morning, the cats were in shock
At the sizable dent in their stock.
It was their belief
That they’d found their thief
When they dusted for prints with some chalk.
Well, they soon confirmed their suspicion;
Their sleuthing had come to fruition.
They watch the thief flee
To a giant oak tree
While committing walnut sedition.
At the oak tree, the rat turned and sneared.
Then his tree mates all joined and they jeered.
The gauntlet was thrown.
For honor! For home!
That’s when things took a turn for the weird.
So they fashioned a ready-made sling
From some swimsuits and elastic string.
With walnuts for bullets,
Gat loaded, Bat pulled it,
And launched at those squirrels with some zing!
The cats really pressed the attack;
It was non-stop noise: rat-a-tat-tat!
They were popping those squirrels
When our hero cat girl
Said, “I think we just gave our nuts back!”
Bat and Gat then felt a bit silly
Didn’t noodle this out, not really.
When you fend for yourself,
And store up your wealth,
Your brain’s a bit more like fusilli.
Bat and Gat learned a lesson on greed;
The experience planted a seed.
A hero first grade
Is quite often made
By sharing with others in need.
September 11th 2001
Terrorist Islamic
Hijacked an airplane, suicide attack
A day will never forget
Two planes crashed into
World Trade Center
Twenty four years ago
Twin towers collapsed
Almost 3,000 died on 9/11
Tevevised globally
An invasion of Afghanistan
War is never ending
Destruction is 24/7
What is the meaning of this
Impacted changed the world
Surrounded by smoke, gasping for air
We lost 343 fire fighters
Put your arms around the world
Were always under attack
Another war
Heroes with blood
Millions saw the event unfold
Don’t forget this day
One day, we will meet again
In a radiant blue sky
9/11/25
Red bugs. Head bugs.
Bouncing on the bed bugs.
Yellow bugs. Fellow bugs.
Always greet with, "Hello bugs!"
Brown bugs. Gown bugs.
Fighting for the crown bugs.
Gold bugs. Bold bugs.
Very, very old bugs.
Grey bugs. May bugs.
Often have their way bugs.
Black bugs. Track bugs.
Don't like to attack bugs.
White bugs. Kite bugs.
Rather polite bugs.
Maroon bugs. Balloon bugs.
Irritate baboon bugs.
Blue bugs. Zoo bugs.
Never need the loo bugs.
Peach bugs. Bleach bugs.
Bathing on the beach bugs.
Pink bugs. Sink bugs.
Act before they think bugs.
Green bugs. Mean bugs.
Never, ever seen bugs.
No Getting Back to Normal, a 9-11 Poem
by Michael R. Burch
for the survivors of 9-11
Intrude upon my grief; sit; take a spot
of milk to cloud the blackness that you feel;
add artificial sweeteners to conceal
the bitter aftertaste of loss. You’ll heal
if I do not. The coffee’s hot. You speak:
of bundt cakes, polls, the price of eggs. You glance
twice at your watch, cough, look at me askance.
The TV drones oeuvres of high romance
in syncopated lip-synch. Should I feel
the underbelly of Love’s warm Ideal,
its fuzzy-wuzzy tummy, and not reel
toward some dark conclusion? Disappear
to pale, dissolving atoms. Were you here?
I brush you off: like saccharine, like a tear.
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Im a deep thinker
not much of a drinker
I don't break the rules
I ain't no fool
I'm dedicated
I'm highly educated
I dont wear a disguise
I keep my eyes on the prize
I'm a bit crazy
not a bit lazy
I learn from mistakes
I give more than I take
I expect nothing in return
I let the fire burn
I don't pass judgement
I rely on discussion
I don't make assumptions
I always make adjustments
I do not steal
I know how it feels
I'm tired of being the grease
to your constantly squeaking wheel
I do not destroy
I rebuild and create
I don't debate
I'd rather negotiate
I forgive
I never forget
no room for regret
when you don't place bets
I'm a singer and a writer
a lover not a fighter
I'm grateful
never hateful
always starving
yet serving a plateful
I care deeply for others
Im a proud mother
I'm speaking clearly
yet you hear a stutter
I repay my debts
I show others respect
I give all that I have
and this is what i get?
I don't seek revenge
I always bend!
I never attack
when stabbed in the back
I do not spite
I do what is right
no reason to harm ya
for I have faith in karma.
If your verse is subpar and your output is low
These could be the signs of a poetry troll-
Do you spend most of your time stalking blogs
launching caustic bits while your quills full of snot-
If you get sky high off another muse's low
You just might be a poetry troll-
Do you fire impotent arrows then cover the quiver
when somebody hits back, do you tend to shiver?
Do you add fresh fruit or rotten to the bowl
if it's the latter, you just might be a poetry troll-
Do you get jealous when somebody masters a form?
or hops on the podium donning their finest haiku bow
are you jealous when a poet deftly weaves ink into snow
if so.... you just might be a poetry troll-
When a muse spills their soul for the whole world to see
do you respond in kindness or get off watching them sink?
when your games are unveiled, and it's your time to go
are you already plotting another sneak attack incognito
if so...you just might be a poetry troll-
Do you really want your gravestone to bellow.
"Nothing down here but an old poetry troll".
It's cloudy here.
Like a stormy sea, with wind howling and waves surfing on the surface.
I see minds blinded by evolution.
Weight on shoulders, depression from screams,
Eyes, falling diamonds
People trapped like fluid in a container with swollen stomachs.
Take me back to those days when life was like a garden with sunshine.
When our frame of mind wasn't lost, and we never had to compare ourselves to everyone on the internet who appeared to be over the moon.
When women didn't have to dwell on make-up or run naked on the street, all because of beauty.
Those times, we would climb the roof and occasionally fall like a thousand bricks.
But we would learn to take off passionately, like a rocket ship, rather than wail.
Then, human minds weren't so degraded by just making money and gaining recognition.
We acquired skills.
Made a rainbow after a storm and focused on still water.
We had giant boxes with real music, and our lives were black and white, which was powerful.
But color appeared in technological flames that enchanted the eyes.
Yes! Life has improved with computers in our hands, but beneath these benefits lies another side of the story.
Our joy eludes our world because of avarice, while we bathe ourselves in insomnia and addiction that are nugatory.
Vampires attack mockingbirds from the sky for moving dirt.
Earthly entities take things for granted.
like broken balloons to fine wine
Now, youths look down their noses and sow their wild oats due to our little foxes and darkness.
Our social interactions are like hitting the hay daily with no utterance.
Yep, even the smallest prefers punching an iPad to pouring hearts on the dining table.
Reminisce deeply.
People just don’t understand
Why sometimes I jump in fear
Or why I cry and cower
When a loud noise I hear
People find it amusing
When I start to shiver and cry
They simply have no idea
Or know the reason why…
Fireworks are a horror...
To try to enjoy the display,
I have to cover my ears
And pretend that I’m OK
Loud noises send me screaming
Away to find a safe place
They make my go for cover
As I try to hide my face
I just feel like suffocating
As I relive bomb shelter days
The smell and the sickening sounds...
How I was always in such a daze
Dad would yell at us to hurry
As he’d lift Mama on his back
MS meant she couldn’t walk
Would they survive this attack?
We scrambled down the stairs
The bombs' whistles in our ears
I could hardly take a breath
I was choked by incessant fears
In the dank and smelly shelter
We could do nothing but pray
As we counted all the neighbors
We wondered how long we’d stay
Then came that awful day
The blasts set the campus a flame
Our pine trees were burning up
The men tried that fire to tame
I ran to the bomb shelter
But no family was there in sight
I started to scream and cry
Would my family be alright?
They finally put out the fire
But oh, the devastation
People were dead and dying
In all parts of this nation
Shrapnel came through our closet
And chewed up all our clothes
We were thankful we weren’t there
Or we too would be full of holes
Then on campus they brought a tank
But they’d warn us when they’d start,
That gruesome work of shelling
I saw our lives just fall apart
My friend’s father lost his life
Some saw loved ones blown away
My brother and wife were lucky
But they carry scars to this day
Lebanon is steeped in beauty
But the war has marred me for life
Sometimes memories flood back
And I’m reminded of all the strife
It’s when I hear those loud noises
And I feel the ground start to shake
I feel my life will be over
“Protect me, for heaven’s sake!”
So when July 4th comes along
And you celebrate liberty
Think of the firework display
And what that does to souls like me.
Eileen Manassian Ghali