Long Strafing Poems

Nightmare 8. To Lose the Gift of Feeling Heard

Is each person not poet when he spills his heart?
Has your verse lost its edge if it’s true no one listens,
Or does God mean that no one...

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The days were getting long, and the Fourth of July was coming up, soon.
With the City Park clean, a better raise might come, so very long over due.
The Sheriff of Crazyland was cleaning pigeon poo,...

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I walked a wooded path at night;
Down in the vale: a hint of light.
It shone as through an open door:
A faint, soft glow, and little more,
And sounds of bells, to my delight.

I crept up close...

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This SoothSayer's Warning – July 24th, 2021

Dire prognostications 
(terrestrial inhabitants blithely heeded)
with contemporary age
fortune tellers foretell day of (w)reckoning,

sans total mortal kombat annihilation
when human (and many) other innocent species
(stalwart cockroach adept to survive)
pitch headlong toward...

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Triggered to skyhigh elevated state
when I received communiqué
courtesy management warden
christened and otherwise
known as Jackie Geiger
dated March 9, 2022.

She averred fruit fly infestation
constituted lease violation,
which could spell eviction
since said issue involving
Drosophila melanogaster
necessitated costly
exterminator intervention
subsequently delivered resultant
severe...

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LOVE LIKE OF OLD

Waiting for this hours to come wasn’t easy
But the long hours make me feel dizzy
Can’t wait for this hours to pass
Cos I can’t see what I want at last

Sitting beside each other...

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Dire prognostications 
(terrestrial inhabitants blithely heeded)
with contemporary age
fortune tellers foretell day of (w)reckoning,
sans total mortal kombat annihilation

when human (and many) other innocent species
(stalwart cockroach adept to survive)
pitch headlong toward critical limit stage.
That eleventh hour fast...

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I was up on deck of the USS Arizona doing the morning chores, 
When another plane came along, so I just passed it by, gores, 
Because they landed at Ford Island all the time, but...

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It made us ill, so very sick. Love did,
The silent killer.
The hate and ignorance of people...
     Wonderful love, hateful love.
     Glances stolen at school gates,
  ...

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Brainstorm cometh, damning frontal hemisphere
jamming lookout, noggin perched, roiling thinking
uber wayfaring zealot, drills legendary phalanx.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *...

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Though joyousness impaled,
albeit skewered over poker hot coals
courtesy roaring fiery
molten psychological magma
kindling sparks incinerate
nonetheless inchoate coalescence

asserts, damned feeble endeavor
fostering, glomming, harking
futile hellbent fixation manifests
imperceptible yearning inclination
atavistic aspiration toward archangel
fleetingly overrides pathos

prevalent within pathetic psyche
regarding mental...

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Circling and spying over aching heads
Vultures swoon and pick the flesh
Spotted from sunken skies on beds
Where distended bellies in a crèche

Bellies moan and groan
Under attack by bevies of vultures
Mourn
Lost sanity cultures

Hitherto quiet
Tranquil
On a diet
Administered with...

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An Apache pilot once sought for a treasure
In booze, in fun
Sampling leisure and pleasure
Until an Apache chopper gun  

In his attentive ears whispered
Enjoining him to a wound-prone warfront to go
Where the gun the pilot...

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Life is war

Life is war....
we go to battle every single day,
feeling more and more like castaways,
in this ever churning sea


Oh, oh, life is war....
with each new day bringing calamity,
this world keeps messing with our sanity
till...

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Father's Dislike
American hero, a man my father would ing hate, was a real golden ball boy. Olympic athlete, he saw and did it all. Jessie Owens, Nazi Berlin, history being made.Making history.Joined the air force....

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His hand is strafing the castellation on his trumpet, the valves moving up down up down like deranged pistons under the random machine gun fire of his fingers. Each note is a projectile that concusses...

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Soaring into the air,
strafing the  clear blue skies
traversing  land and moutains high,
the eagle flies, a bird of awesome size.
 It's wings, huge bellows trapping air, 
send tiny creatures into spasms with fear.

Stooping low,...

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In the centre of Caen
On this war torn night
Spandau's strafing
All the Canadian soldiers in sight
 
Sergeant Baker
Is hit in the thigh
A flesh wound its not
He's in bleeding die
 
As he cries out in pain
The bullets...

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He had gone round about what
   he had been through inside out;
      in the bomber's cockpit, he had known
         what...

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I am not used to random acts of kindness,
To smiling faces, to a hand reached out.
I mostly see an unveiled curiosity,
Or glances strafing past my small frame.
Instead of growing thick skin, I have developed
The art...

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Standing 'neath rocky vestige on Hatteras Cape
Overhead, sky's billowy caverns offer cerebral escape
Proffering delusions of grandeur in every size, shape
A ventilated ocean of blue; visions of bliss at which to 
gape
Yet mind firmly planted in...

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Tenement buildings falling to bits
Victims of precision hits
Sirens wailing, people running
Smoke and darkness, engines gunning
Antiaircraft guns are blazing
Towards the sky the bullets strafing
A distant rumble just like thunder
Another street is torn asunder
Bodies lying on the...

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He had gone round about what he had been through inside out.
The bomber's cockpit taught him what power  is all about:
Feeling like Zeus hurling down at will thunderbolts at foes
as he criss-crossed skies, strafing...

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RISKS
Scarred hills, risked mine shafts, dark and deep. 
The plonk of a stone,  dropped into water, far below.
Kids drifted to sounds of the gold-rush, pick and windlass.

But inside our school, Sir recruited afternoon classes...

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He hears again
the far-off jiggling of keys,
the throaty cough of ignition,
recalls strafing lights
on a night-blurred road.

Moths, like pale flowers,
crash against the windscreen.
Over-reaching branches
whip back and forth, warping
a transfixed retina.

A gritty sleet, then,
the bloodied head, the...

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