Long Kalashnikov Poems

"White Noise and the Mother Load of Dark Matter" 

underneath the static
what exists 
is never seen nor heard

for what it truly is 
the eyes and mind 
retaliate in the deciphering

the invisible return 
each night and...

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Their story haunts my memory, I'll tell it to you plain..
in the city of Sarajevo, a place war could never touch,
and hope it never will again.

Already thousands remain so silent under rock and clay, 
in...

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(Boo Hoo Politics was Written following the Brexit and Trump
votes as an observation and not a political declaration.
A few years out of date now but perhaps still fresh
Enough to share)


Boo Hoo Politics


What ever happened to...

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Pray,
If you should tell
All that you have bottled up
Who will you tell?
Who will believe you?
Stories of swollen head, slit lips
Blood, brimstone and bonfires 
Laboriously ignited to silence
Rats, rabbits, dogs, roaches and mosquitoes 
Stories of brazen...

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Americans, Algerians, Australian aborigines,
Corrupt leaders of the world involved in illegal activities.
Bloodthirsty bullies brazenly bombing bystanders,
Militaries full of corrupt army commanders.
Charities for children, carers in communities,
Third world countries deprived of equal opportunities.
Doctors, dentists, drugs, disability...

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Inheritance
 
We are guardians of the future are trustees for 
                        ...

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King Vlad is anything but Democracy’s man of the hour.
Rather, à coup sûr, he’s really Stalin’s nasty little boy
who ironically parades "svoboda" and "glasnost" like 
he really means them—actually he means them not.

King Vlad’s political...

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In the dirty hands of poverty,
 Scavengers of the Republic of Enlightenment
 Quench their thirst under the eyelids of the proletarians.
 A sinecure of hard drugs
 To silence the lamentations of these birds of ill...

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Advance and dance towards destiny
Galumph
Defy the lie and cry of scrutiny
Triumph 

Over hurdles seen and unseen
Drive and dive to arrive
At the intersection where a queen
Awaits your appearance as you strive

To breach odds stacked against success
Meant...

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I know you won’t think so 
But I do understand 
Why you left to travel 
To an unknown foreign land 
  
Leaving everything you and I 
Grew up with 
Although I am not from...

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"AWOL in The Ixnayed Days"


Pieces of me 
were stolen 
long before 
the war 
cluster f****d 
its way
into the 
world today

The peace of me
swallowed
in the coma 
that had settled
where the buried 
mines and bombs
in the silent...

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[A slight rewrite of my 2018 poem]

In your modern nation
Your civilisation
Is under a threat from miniaturisation 
’cause one day they’ll make it and someone will fake it
A nice compact nuclear bomb...

That Clips on a rocket
That...

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 21

Would Hindus see in Paris kill Siva’s* will
Who’s show is this: Puppeteer or puppet’s
Kali-Yuga* dragging hind legs to standstill

Callow kids spray lead to warn not infidel
For what glory...

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SLAUGHTER

(for Emmanuel)

It was Saturday morning,
He went out to play
On that dusty patch in Ebutte Meta
And we never saw him again
We looked everywhere
Even in the sewers and roadside drains
We never saw him again
Until
Thirteen weeks later
He looked...

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In your modern nation
Your civilisation
Is under a threat from miniaturisation 
’cause one day they’ll make it, in China they’ll fake it
A nice compact nuclear bomb...

That Clips on a rocket
That fits in your pocket
And no one...

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Methinks pilots are such superior mortals
For their ability to make metals fly like fowls,
And soldiers have such an impressive mettle
That makes you salute their daring prowls.

Surgeons are such a precise and thoroughly seasoned breed
That will...

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Oh, how sweet you are, Russian poetry! How unapproachable! Let the poet up to your balcony while no one's looking. Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night, that…* But why don’t you send your nurse for...

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He played in his father’s  shadow
with a wooden Kalashnikov.
Meanwhile the goats needed milking.

The sun daily entered the sky tower
calling air to prayer.
His father has been gone too long
his mother cries
wails
beats her chest.

He follows the...

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When they brought the new of Hamas attack, with the drums and the whistles,
little Ahmed was at UN School jumping with joy.
They all ran to the window -- military music "Al-Aqsam Hurricane,"
cheering with a childish...

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Your fangs open like lips.
I am ready for the kiss of death
at a war zone, where I was adrift
holding the flame, moments
stabbed by hot bullets.

Black and white words break the
embrace, I cannot study the bandona...

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