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Hiroshima n Nagasaki – Seventy Five Years Since 1945
Robert Oppenheimer manned
"The Manhattan Project",
a top secret World War II mission
which constituted "Little Boy" codename
for a uranium gun-type
atomic bomb dropped at 0815
exploding 580 metres above civilians
with 15 kiloton blast yield
reduced 400 year old city to dust
Colonel Paul Tibbets,
the pilot/ bombardier
of the Enola Gay,
(the Boeing B-29 Superfortress
unleashing nuclear warfare
seventy years years ago today)
gives cause for this baby boomer to revisit
mentally, the annihilation,
extermination, incineration
the first of two storied Japanese enclaves
realizes how trifling my current bout
with mania paranoia, pneumonia
(from northern exposure)
contrasted with sinister
thermonuclear reaction
malevolent evil tower ushering
thermonuclear age epitomizing
coup de nada so graceful
means maximum military mutilation
though unwell, this inflammation poised
to be cured unlike subsequent generations of victims
who survived atrocious, egregious, hellacious,
judicious slaughter can only poorly be described
by this mortal with curable bacterial/viral infection
aghast at such wanton killing, more-so
via weapons of mass destruction
more devastatingly grisly
than those "experimental" bombs
loosed upon the innocent population,
whereby 75,000 people killed or fatally injured
with 65% of casualties nine years of age and younger
whence offspring of survivors
evincing excess genetic anomalies
with fiery windy surface (think towering infernos)
temperatures topping 4,000°C
upon terrain hallowed by ghastly
horrible deathly dominance
amidst shadow of sinister mushroom cloud
wickedly, ominously, and eerily looming.
Closing eyes listening to my surroundings
With words in the mind that can't come out
A feeling of danger sinking under water
Grasping with an intent to.follow the words
Help, please help I need someone close
The feeling of free flowing fall, or just an abyss
Deep rooted in our chest craves the moment
The relief of one consciousness driven down
The ora of ones pain becomes all
The worst of all it becomes that experience
Shake, shaking deep within tugging the soul
Pain rivals through and through instinctively
Opening the door to a new life and goal
But when you open your eyes
Your pulled back to reality and begin
Begin to do what Humanity is suppose to do
BREATH!
There is one type of writing or form in poetry where you can freely express your thoughts in a different form or format. I call it "prop" poetry. A given one-word title of the poem or a phrase is the subject matter. Make a description of the given word or phrase with parallelism and/or contrasting ideas or thoughts in each line and end the last line with just one word, but doesn't have to be a one-syllable word.
If you are familiar with photopoetry or shape (concrete) poem, we illustrate the subject of the poem in a consistent way as we explore the notion itself in a longer format.
Prop poetry can be written in a single line or up to 100 lines if you want to. Each line doesn't have to start with a capital letter. Each line can be expressed in lower case.
You can also create your own poem in any shape or format that you wish.
We write with simplicity to inspire with a great sense of pride.
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis
A miner's lung disease
deadly, but treatable.
Symptomatic
curable
Well.
My Sweetheart
lovely and compassionate
lively and never impersonate
loquacious, but not vicious
gentle and cautious
sweet
Poetry
Your soul that speaks
your heart that leaks
hot or cold
bold
Rain
under the nimbus clouds in bouts
with torn umbrella that pouts
furious and unstoppable
flood in tears immeasurable
drenched in the mud
clenched like a bud
wet
Fireworks
Ssshhhhbooooom!
A Cat's Tantrum
Wwweooooommm!!!
Why Crippled America?
Any presidential nominee thus far,
Anyone ever in long history’s past,
Could’ve called America crippled,
A high look upon disability to cast.
Disability is now curable sometimes,
And healthcare stands sturdily tall,
As a nation’s proudest profession,
As our greatest step and tribal call.
So the analogy to disability power,
The relationship of doctor/patient,
Could be used by any great politician,
To explain his policies and argument.
But I believe that any candidate knows,
To deliberately dismiss this slogan,
To in determination bypass disability,
As a succinct method of explanation.
It’s what goes to make a man great,
A politician tick and get it right,
A women see the good and justice,
Of the Syrian migrant’s plight.
So Trump should be sued, slammed,
By disabled people in a law court case,
For debasing their physiognomy,
For knifing their contributive face.
He does not pertain to disabled people,
Now, after all of that in any way,
And if you are aware of disability,
Then don’t give him the time or day.
Hiroshima – seventy six years since August 6th, 1945
Once again, I take momentary pause
to contemplate horrific event
regarding unleashing atomic warfare
activating nuclear brinkmanship,
hence time to trot out a poem
written initially some years ago
courtesy yours truly.
Robert Oppenheimer manned
"The Manhattan Project",
a top secret World War II mission
which constituted "Little Boy" codename
for a uranium gun-type
atomic bomb dropped at 0815
exploding 580 metres above civilians
with 15 kiloton blast yield
reduced 400 year old city to dust
Colonel Paul Tibbets,
the pilot/ bombardier
of the Enola Gay,
(the Boeing B-29 Superfortress
unleashing nuclear warfare
seventy six years ago today)
gives cause for this baby boomer to revisit
mentally, the annihilation,
extermination, incineration
the first of two storied Japanese enclaves
realizes how trifling my current bout
with mania paranoia, pneumonia
(from northern exposure)
contrasted with sinister
thermonuclear reaction
malevolent evil tower ushering
thermonuclear age epitomizing
coup de nada so graceful
means maximum military mutilation
though unwell, this inflammation poised
to be cured unlike subsequent generations of victims
who survived atrocious, egregious, hellacious,
judicious slaughter can only poorly be described
by this mortal with curable bacterial/viral infection
aghast at such wanton killing, more-so
via weapons of mass destruction
more devastatingly grisly
than those "experimental" bombs
loosed upon the innocent population,
whereby 75,000 people killed or fatally injured
with 65% of casualties nine years of age and younger
whence offspring of survivors
evincing excess genetic anomalies
with fiery windy surface (think towering infernos)
temperatures topping 4,000°C
upon terrain hallowed by ghastly
horrible deathly dominance
amidst shadow of sinister mushroom cloud
wickedly, ominously, and eerily looming.
Seventy Three Years Since 1945
(August 6 and 9 respectively)
Robert Oppenheimer manned
"The Manhattan Project",
a top secret World War II mission
which constituted "Little Boy" codename
for a uranium gun-type atomic
bomb dropped at 0815
exploding 580 metres above civilians
with15 kiloton blast yield reduced
400 year old city to dust
Colonel Paul Tibbets, the pilot/ bombardier
of the Enola Gay (the Boeing B-29 Superfortress
unleashing nuclear warfare
seventy three years ago today)
gives cause for this baby boomer to revisit
mentally, the annihilation,
extermination, incineration
the first of two storied Japanese enclaves
realizes how trifling my current bout
with mania paranoia, pneumonia
(from northern exposure)
contrasted with sinister malevolent
evil tower ushering
thermonuclear age epitomizing
coup de nada so graceful means
maximum military mutilation
though unwell, this inflammation poised
to be cured unlike subsequent
generations of victims
who survived atrocious, egregious, hellacious,
judicious slaughter can only
poorly be described
by this mortal with a curable
bacterial/viral infection
aghast at such wanton killing, moreso
via weapons of mass destruction
more devastatingly grisly than
those "experimental" bombs
loosed upon the innocent population,
whereby 75,000 people killed or fatally injured
with 65% of casualties nine years
of age and younger
whence offspring of survivors
evincing excess genetic anomalies
with fiery windy surface
temperatures topping 4,000C
upon terrain hallowed by ghastly
horrible deathly dominance
amidst shadow of a mushroom cloud.
Injection to let you fly through the air,
Nobody to look at you or downwards stare.
Bottle, a liquid to change hair colour to a permanent shade,
Just the right amount for your own liking, not to fade.
And a tablet for skin colour, again any colour,
Most teenagers go for purple so as to tower.
Laser zap with ease eradicates your cancer flare,
Completely curable now, without radiation’s glare.
No MND, MD or dwarfism abound,
With genetic editing there’s a muscular sound.
Only problem is kids want to design on their iPads,
Their future kids, but the law says that the natural adds.
We’re working on building the robotic-man assistant,
For the home where parents are not ambivalent.
There is no real life without love and no love without life. Both can be beautiful, but like roses, they also produce thorns. The two entities must co-exist and draw fuel from each other. There is the pain in both, like power from positive and negative charges. We do not always welcome it with open arms, but there is no life without pain.
Long before I knew or even met her who became 'The One', there were other relationships, most of which were short-lived with sad endings. Two of them are very noteworthy and taught me early-on about life's enduring character. We can be rocked and bulldozed by them if we do not learn to come to terms and 'move on'. Romantic and relationship encounters that go sour and south can strike one at the very core of the soul and render its victims helpless. It is a very curable experience for most of us, but it is also a most memorable one.
For two summers in a row, I was charmed, swept into the arms and hearts of beautiful human beings only to be emotionally beaten up one summer, and abandoned the next summer by circumstances some two thousand miles away. These two promising loves had barely begun before they quickly ended, never having the chance to complete what could have been. From Chicago, one returned to South Dakota, and the other returned to Puerto Rico.
One has to be reminded that events of emotion and passion, though ever so pure, innocent, and sincere, do not have to end one's hope for a lasting love. Emotions and passions come and go like seasons, but like summer always follows springtime, my lasting love came with a beautiful smile later that summer.
07112018PoetrySoupContest, An Incomplete Love Story, Faraz Ajmal
My last letter
Came to me breathless and tired,
His yellow eyes I could well notice,
His dad too had such eyes I enquired,
And God ! another brother having similar,
My reference letters helped fasten diagnosis,
But oh the agony of disease itself,
The mother, the siblings losing cheer,
When came to know it wasn't curable,
Well he was a proven thalasemia !
Three of a poor family suffered,
My hands trembled and eyes teared,
Blood transfusion to five year old every other month,
My heart ached and prayers had failed,
Words in the letters were weeping for justice,
A costly affair to life of a poor innocent sick,
Why God? For what wrong of his did he suffer?
She wasn't coming last three months,
Apprehensive I went sleepless,
One day to find the mother bitterly cry,
Little had I known it was my last letter !
Written September 13th, 2014
For contest 'Maybe my last letter' by Elly Wouterse
Ignorance begets ill choices,
Going against your inner voices,
Not realizing what lies ahead,
Only create being hopeless instead,
Reduce the sum of a valued life,
An unsure find leads to further strife,
Now in the dark as you contemplate,
Causes that be, made you in this state,
Exact your life towards a remake,
Carry hope, that it be a mistake,
Aggressive tumors is malignant,
Use the time to further the treatment,
Stay with the course to better oneself,
Engage your mind to a better health,
Caught in time, it can be curable,
Anyone, helps make it bearable,
Notable survival rates goes up,
Close family, friends, --none? get a pup,
Entertain the thought of going home,
Remission, hope's gift that is welcomed.
05/29/2019