Long Bombardments Poems

"I will continue to broadcast, as time and circumstance permit,
To whomever is receiving on the aforementioned frequency.
My name is Cor Nosduh. I am not infected. Over."
Yea, I thought, continue to broadcast until this massive, power-sucking,
5.1...

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I've read many accounts on that horrific war that was WWI ,it was supposed to end all wars.
It was trench warfare and men fought and died in hellish conditions.
It inspired me to write this fictional...

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Unrelenting blitzkrieg deadly
assault upon psyche
pounded defenseless
vulnerable mindscape accustomed
to shelter within aproned crease
mama proffered manna, especially

when untethered meek docile lad
subjected to blistering hellfire
infamous hoodlums wantonly unleashed
verbal bombardments lobbing poison
spear tipped invisible blackened barbs
manifold times more agonizing

piercing,...

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We live in strange times, my brother 
men make money 
with war dances 
and occupation... 
Do you not see the bombardments 
and the pillaging? 
Under the boot 
you are worn out, 
these days 
the sweat...

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it must be near the forest beds -
near! oh, near the forbidden beds
of ancient pigeons and sacred doves
that flock’d along the lofty niger beds -
and came she – sudden and sullen
came she with throat song-swollen
like...

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Army versus Navy
Navy versus Army
Army versus Army
Navy versus Navy
Stop, stop the division
Stop the separation
Stop the genocide
The bombs, the pesticide
And the bullets are killing
Women, children, our offspring
Elderly and unarmed civilians
Americans versus Americans
Haitians versus Haitians
Ranchers versus immigrants
Peasants...

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Something is coming in my mind  now. 
I think about the destruction of Iraq
And some iraqis Innocently
by some arrogant politicians 
who could not find 
weapons of mass destruction
which they suspected in that country
And they...

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Theme:  TAKE MY HAND
Title:   Pleas from a child

Take my hand and lead me away from this war torn land
To a place where I can be free and build castles in the sand

Take...

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As the bombardments 
are increasing in Gaza 
614 innocent  palestinian children 
and 370 women alredy passed on.
Do you think International Criminal Court Juges
will arrest Benjamin Netanyahu for crimes
against humanity? 
Do Palestinians consider to be human...

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Bricks from blood, bricks from the flood of Earth's mud,
bricks of clay, turf bricks, stone bricks, flesh bricks,
all shaped, treated and wrought in the furnace of Will,

texture of brick varies by material & method like...

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The invisible war, cataclysmic bombardments of frequencies,
digital layers, decrypted upon logical analysis with ease.  
The spectrum of light, manipulated by the thoughts of man, 
equations designed to deliver calculated back up plans.  

Through...

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I have a secret hidden vault
With weapons that can assault
Anybody who won't learn
If you try to hurt and turn
Hearts into sad painful things
I'll go postal and will bring
You worse sorrow than you dish out
Cause my...

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This is war
Babies just got killed
No justice
For the innocents
Deadly bombs
Blood throughout the streets
Criminals
Are ubiquitous
Poor babies
Are executed
What a shame
The truth is handcuffed
Yet, we want
Everlasting peace
North and South
No justice
West and East
There’s no peace
And yes, no justice
Bloody streets
Civilians...

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My Son Kidnapped

                       My story is thee only one I needed to write...

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Not everybody is having a safe and joyous Noël
Not all are enjoying a holy and holly jolly Christmas
Many people find themselves living in pure Hell
In countless countries, civilians are apprehended en masse
They are under sporadic...

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Men and boys answered the call
Some returned home, others did fall
Young volunteers' thought an adventure it would be
Older ones joined up to defend their country.

Constant bombardments' all night and all day
No place to hide, they...

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God do you see me for who I am?
Why do I have to constantly prove myself
To you?
Why do you nitpick so much?
Why do you correct me so much?
I can’t deal with constant bombardments God
I am...

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the moon’s sunny teeth
greeting
the elder’s
receding feet –

just on the thresh-hold
of the god’s bolted
wheels
our laughters shall out-wit
the crocodile weeping
 over crude bombardments –

for blood –
o, blood! our kins’
blood must flows?

and whole clans
must dance naked
into some sudden...

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