Long Shrapnels Poems

If there is life there 
must be an encounteration.
Even the moons and 
the suns, all get to return 
back if they passed 
to their eventual 
transportation. The morning
lights shunned and pass 
like flying clouds. When...

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Come see my world where the body is found
After the feast of worms is done; come see torn apart
The life and prospects skipping rope in children's heart
The dust drizzles atop the sutured sound
And eyes litany...

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Exploding Airbags

There you have it, another car user death reported in an accident..
Somewhere in Houston , Detroit a 17 Year old is the latest statistic...

As in any day, while being on the road, we risk...

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It is the road through the woods again
The car is the fortress
Through the misty mind and glitch
I fog it for you
So we shall meet nothing familiar
But a stranger darkness there
A throbbing landscape desolate
In the foment...

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How could a promise so perfect ended so wrong
Where did the scream enter our song
I looked for love in you and found nothing but scorn
Why did my rose bloom changed to a thorn?

The door is...

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As peepholes windows rattled on over pot holes,
 In the inner sanctum, dim-light show darkly,
 As prolific pickpockets glimpsed full fat purses;
 With stealthy filty paws to fiddle and fondle inside hot
 pies
 Where hustling...

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I was born through that bloody door
Through my mother’s womb, I saw the gloam 
I was once two, expelled as one
I’m now on the flip side of the portal

Into life, the door closed behind me
I...

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(Dedicated to all Refugees, the world 
over)

Here we are
Soaked in hunger
Dressed in thirst
Drenched rags
Fear, our pillow
Neglect, friend...

Then...
Our land yields peace
We sleep with eyes closed
We snore
And leave doors open...

Later...
Came the gendarmes
Guns booming
Shrapnels tearing
Bombs tearing
Shrill cries 
Rending...

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T'was a thick dark night 
When the captain gave charge 
T'was a strong cold night 
When the matadors are guiding the duke

We are loaded with destruction 
They are loaded with dreaded weapons 
We are less...

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The fake postman under the spell of your sob story
had dropped the forty-ninth letter in nine months
Envelope stained with cerise lipstick, perfumed with promises,
sealed with the  saintliest of tears.

Your best ammunition had met my...

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A songbird dances on a power line;?
a man in white at a market square
sings, swings, ears to a distant drum—?
a tuneful hum from a frenetic world.

Peace beams out of a warm face—
?beauty of a world...

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flawless wreck
floating wrapped in lulled current

by fluid veracity you have overheard  
draft of my soul's architecture
moaning from the pellucid frame
embedded in that petty-bourgeois wall

I listened your eyes whispering through my glassed barrier

scream
yell 
treble 

something...

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Who would have thought
that so much money could be made
from humans killing humans

And how ingenuity could be harnessed to
the industrious fabrication of weapons

The unconscionable necessities of profit
design the shrapnels politics

Who would have thought
that so much...

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Confused world, complex challenges,
contracting earth, climate changes;
conflicting cultures coalesce.

Booms, bangs, shrills, shrapnels
flood the air; blood clots in the street. 
Shredded homes float for sheltered

peace: victims of greed that weathered
the world in her wallows. Who dares
pull...

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Dreams Fade

Curtains lift to changing scenes– 
mountains conquered, fairytales.
Leisurely visits to heavenly beaches,
dissolves of scenic Bali, 
montage of bohemian safaris,
unicorns, ocean of repertoire, 
kaleidoscopic and bewitching,
invisible to all else–
form a halo.
Camouflage from the ambient 
to...

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And the stories fell in reams
Of the past and future dreams
For war had not bittered them
These valiant but normal men

Tales of home and pastures green
Of family, fields and flowing stream
Treasured times at campfires glow
Bring forth...

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Joined by the funeral, we sit down,
under the blue sky, fire watching, sequentialling
the processions. Ultimately one by one they come,
to dust, hands turned down. After close of the rainbow
there is an explosion and a transition
censored...

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Joined by the funeral, we sit down,
under the blue sky, fire watching, sequentialling
the processions. Ultimately one by one they come,
to dust, hands turned down. After close of the rainbow
there is an explosion and a transition
censored...

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