Long Bunkers Poems

See
by Michael R. Burch

See how her hair has thinned: it doesn’t seem
like hair at all, but like the airy moult
of emus who outraced the wind and left
soft plumage in their wake. See how her eyes
are...

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Nucleotidings
by Michael R. Burch

“We will walk taller!” said Gupta,
sorta abrupta,
hand-in-hand with his mom,
eyeing the A-bomb.

“Who needs a mahatma
in the aftermath of NAFTA?
Now, that was a disaster,”
cried glib Punjab.

“After Y2k,
time will spin out of control anyway,”
flamed...

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Exclusive Birth Rights

I am German and guilty as charged by history and evil parental culpability
privileged by life and proxy thus I refuse to forget ancestral perpetration
though I propose without any diminution that systematic genocide is...

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Dominion / Noun/sovereignty or control 

Rev 4 NIV









The Dilettante Diaries: "Dominion"



Something wicked this way comes
Can you not hear it banging on it’s drums?


March on sweet innocent
35 is just a number
take a seat on the bench
catch...

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  On white lines on valiant wheels
I head north leaving behind the City of Sails
       with its humourless streets,
    its casino steel and glass Sky...

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The front door closed behind me.

Along the city's mourning streets,
eyes glanced up,
and quickly looked away.

'Ought implies can'. 

In the Ethics seminar,
I could not help feeling like a fly on the wall.

Words drowned in heavy water,
the...

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Privilege
by Michael R. Burch

This poem is dedicated to Harvey Stanbrough, an ex-marine who has written eloquently about the horror and absurdity of war in "Lessons for a Barren Population."

No, I will never know
what you saw...

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A perfect storm is defined                              ...

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Some say tomorrow promises not jubilation but annihilation.                           ...

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FASCIST STATE 

They did not come upon us like blitzkrieg in the night 
or goose step into town like a plague of parasites. 
They crept on us like shadows in increments so small
they did not...

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The soul behind the mind
The thoughts gain entrance
Tick, tick, tick…
All wound up
Tick, tick.
Just a matter of time.
Pre-released dreams coming into being
Tick, tick
We never retaliated
We’ve always waited.

The redundant fear grows
Inside where hope hides
Locked in doom
loomed in...

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My Mother
Mary Ann Dow Gardiner

Mary Ann Dow Stuart wis her maiden name,
Noo, she wisnae a Scoatish Lass o' fame.
Born in nineteen hunner an' five on the fifth o' May.
gorgeous she wis' at oany time o'...

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Predator drone recording:- 6.00am
 
The dawn sky dramatic 
Multi-coloured in rainbow array
Mutating flares of crimson reds
One portent Wednesday.

Overhead the predator drone motionless
Metallic silver it's planed wings
and tip pointed nose

Alarming to view it's presence 
Though reassuring...

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It was  nineteen ninety nine
a battle was about to begin
between the Indian Army
with the soldiers from Pakistan

My name is Yogendra Singh Yadav
a grenadier awarded the Param Vr Chakra
the highest honour for gallantry
this is how...

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A scream stretches out into the night
A desperate call heard but with guilt ignored
An echoing beacon of another battle commence
As neighbours run to their bunkers to escape its call
As blood drips from walls

In separate tombs
Two...

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End of May has come again 
Thinking about pushing the button to send 
Containing a message stating destruction 
But we know how to rebuild with construction 
Before summer’s relaxing heat 
Let US ponder who we...

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The Tal-Dareem are fighting-mad;
They've realized they've just been had.
Expect soon Zealots and Stalkers,
Immortals and those "cliff walkers".
Zerg Hydralisks are assembling just out of range,
Supported by Roaches, Infestors, Banelings,…
The Mutalisks are hovering beyond our turrets,
Brutalisks are...

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Two hearts in an awesome communication
but covered by bodies which are worshipers of denial.
She adores him, he cherishes her
but such feelings are molded into the formality of colleagues.
Excitement, no matter how little, is suppressed,
appreciation rendered...

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Saša Milivojev

OF DEEP STATE AND WORSHIPERS OF SATAN

LORDS OF THE WORLD

The Ancient of the Days,
can you see what he is wearing,
Cardinal shoes made of children’s skin
wrung out from the veins
Last drop of blood that remains
overflowing...

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Free at Last
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• He thinks back to a time, when he was so young.
M-16 on his shoulder, around his neck dog tags hung
Dense jungles made thin, by what they had sprayed.
His mind  drifts to home,...

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Vietnam was Fifty Years Ago
By Franklin Price
8/30/2018

Vietnam was fifty years ago
Around the world across the sea
God went with me on tour
Now it's just a memory

The Air Force was my service branch
Ground navigation was my field
...

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A Propitiation of Blue Tears

On this highway to where the skies bleed blue tears into vases; 
on ornate buttresses they sit and saturate us, 
they cry and douse us,
they contract, expand, release….up from the bowels,...

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A Propitiation of Blue Tears

On this highway to where the skies bleed blue tears into vases; 
on ornate buttresses they sit and saturate us, 
they cry and douse us,
they contract, expand, release….up from the bowels,...

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If I said the idea of making 'The War To End All Wars' a trilogy scared me 
I would certainly be lying   
We've come so close to WWIII over the last four years
That...

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Depression, suppresion of the Iraqi people
Call for the brave, no longer feeble
Statues down of their once ruler
No longer reigns, no population puller.

Uday, Qusay the tyrants sons
No longer on power, now the weak ones
The search goes...

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