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Premium Member Sigma




“Sigma” 


It’s a deviant world 
a lone wolf finds a place to fit in; 
it’s pure poetry, war

heroes dance ducksteps with the romance of it all
some rise, they return home to other meaningless battles
some fall, looking for greener grass and their God 

some do not return at all
they find it better to escape
they drift off dissolving into other better or terrible worlds

it’s hard poetry, the romance of war
when you hit the revelation wall;
prayers unspoken sleep, 

demons 
with their promise of salvation 
return

they are put to bed 
roughly, like a whore 
adorned in slippery satin ribbons of red

masks now removed 
snow like medication breathed in
dreams like opium warm the cold veins 

pierce everything 
like a bayonet 
shut out the din

flood an enlarged heart 
with all its kintsugi cracks seeping honey and sin
smiling grimly the good humour well-hidden

heroes dream of taking the lead
the quiet broken, dimly lit pawns 
avoid the gun-fire and blistering burn of noisy shadows

ptsd survivors 
like voiceless poets, 
sometimes rise instead 

ruling deeply over outranked warriors




CandideDiderot ‘25






"...When you come home
I'll bake you a cake
Made of all their eyes
I wish you could see me
Dressed for the kill
You're my man of war
You're my man of war..."
Form: Narrative


Zionism Fever

The Middle Eastern watch
As the Zionist regime tries
To assert its territorial area

Territorial integrity now threatened
They unleash terror on their enemies
Its called the holy land but why now
In the name of all that's sacred and holy
The continuous strife and endless wars

They talk of Abrahamic faiths at loggerheads
Be it though that The Lord is a Man of War
But why is it that us humans can't coexist

Even when our religions preach peace
There are always undertones of war
Call it Jihad or a Holy war.. blood shed
Is still abominable.. when did human life
Cease to have value.. now bombs drop

Then the retaliations are organized daily
Then the entire world watches the fever
Praying the virulent middle Eastern fever
Doesn't spread into the entire region
Praying that 'The end' will not come soon..
Even so the Word asserts come soon Lord

Premium Member Rue the Day

Mounted on a Missouri mule,
All my possessions in a sack.
The scorching sun, oh so cruel,
Sweat running down my back.

On the way to Kansas City,
To visit my older brother.
Angry still, what a pity,
From one thing or the other.

While crossing a swollen creek,
I only made it halfway through.
This trip started looking bleak,
When my mule threw a shoe.

Afraid of what was next in store,
My mount then loudly groaned.
Bolting off like Man of War,
With everything I owned.

I landed hard on my head,
No drug could ease the pain.
One more thing I had to dread,
It then began to rain.

Standing there all soaking wet,
Drops pelting off my dome.
Beginning now to regret,
I turned around and headed home.
Form: Rhyme

The Jewish Man of War

The Jewish Man of War

Jesus was a pacifist, this we are told,
And that’s the story that’s been sold. 
Some of the names surrounding his cause,
Demonstrate behavior to give this pause.

Simon Zelotes is one of the names,
That give us the reality of these aims.
Zelotes means zealot, and these men wanted,
To kill the Romans and were undaunted,
About wanting the violent overthrow,
And giving the Romans their final death blow.

And Judas Iscariot is another of these,
Whose name was altered only to please,
The masses who wanted Jesus as a pacifist,
But had to disguise this violent activist.
Sicariot means “dagger man”, with their own crusades.
Those who killed Romans with hidden blades.
And the name Iscariot has always been,
An unknown issue and believers chagrin.


Now we come the the Gethsemane garden,
Where Simon Peter gets a full pardon,
For lopping off a Roman’s ear,
And doing so without much fear.
But attacking a Roman soldier was a major crime,
And you’d be killed in a very quick time.
But Peter got to live his life,
And entered not his afterlife.
But there’s more to this tale that causes worry.
Carrying a sword would cause a scurry.
A sword was strictly a weapon of war,
Carried by Romans whom the Jews did abhor.
But seemingly here not unusual at all
And would have resulted in Peter’s downfall
Making this entire incident a complete oddball.

Finally the men on both sides of Jesus,
On their crosses, both quite grievous,
Were not thieves as the tale is told.
No one was crucified for steeling some gold.
The only reason one hung on a cross,
Was insurrection against Rome and and not the gloss,
That they were thieves being killed
For common crimes that they fulfilled.
So with this reality, we should agree,
The story is not what they claim it to be.
Jesus was not the Prince of Peace
But a rebel Romans could not release.
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Form: Verse

Paying It Forward

They meet in Atlanta's airport, sat down and had a chat
Heading home than to a resort, in full uniform at that
Brad was very impressed his respect bubbling through
In asking for his address "so I could send a card to you"

The soldier wrote in his book and they soon parted ways
Not really giving it a second look for these were glory days
Such a reunion it would be lot's of hugs and some tears too
So good to once again see, crying is just about all you can do

And then the family trip came as excitement just filled the air
It was like a whole new ball game as this time dad would be there
What a difference in being around the family was again complete
But in getting there they found something that was also pretty neat

Checking in there was zero balance due but how could that be
A man named Brad did this for you, your whole entire trip is free
This soldier, a man of war, was so touched by his generous act
Shown a love right from the core, but he did it with such tact

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Form: Rhyme


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