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Premium Member War-

War
In a kingdom full of combatants I heard a naval, military struggling
Combat
I am non violent And I am recovering
Death shall bring troops
'War!' said I, 'thing of jihad.'
Do they believe in God
Quite odd
And those eyes have all the warmongering
Wars
Great war - great war - great war!
Only this and a nuclear winter
Snowing atomic gluserian
That antiwar, antiwar campaign 
War
I remember I was feuding
And the clans never advocating
I crave the antagonistic, calorific awareness
awareness calorific, the antagonistic I crave
War 
Eagerly I looked for the disaster
War 
It was castor, alabaster, vaster!
Not
I crave the warlike, war-torn warship
My conflict, I could not awaken hatred bliss
Do not enlist
Still is planing, still is planing
In there stepped a medievalist 'red army faction'
God makes love, man makes
 War





8/11/20
written word by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©


Vasamuseet

In August, 1628,
A Swedish warship sailed,
Yet on her maiden voyage
Every safety system failed.

The Vasa, tall and narrow,
Was too heavy on the top.
She teetered in the wind and then
She couldn't seem to stop.

Her trip was 20 minutes;
It took just 5 more to sink.
Though most escaped, some 30 souls
Did perish in the drink. 

Amazingly, the ship was found
In 1961,
333 years since
She'd had her short-lived run.

Remarkably, they raised her hull,
Which mostly was intact
And built a new museum*
Where the crowds she does attract.

If you're in Stockholm, visit;
It's a wonder to observe,
A tribute both to Nature
And the experts who conserve.

*Vasamuseet
Form: Rhyme

Virgous 39 Planetoad

In 3005 in the uncharted Dispision Galaxy
a dwarf planets largest volcano erupts.
A pink and pale bluish midst and lava
Hearlds towards a deep; deep large ravine.
An explotion accures, ash and steam is sent
barreling to the sky; way beyond the frail
atmosphere. A traveling drone captures the
events with realtime data feeds sent to
many, many nations. A space Frigget Headed
By Food Chef Admiral Vissar plots a course
to view the sight. The agricultural ship USS
Cantourious arrives to obscure the spectical.
Not knowing The Salvage Satalite Harvesting 
Vessel Capitain. By Pres Caption Ritonn of
a privately owned company, who's vessel is
cloaked behind the astroid Vagus Sixx.
Without communications, both ships had been
monitored by a First-class Warship from the
Listerium Empire of Frustra, who's Second in
command had couped the ship and was eager
for confrontation and debate. Citing the natural
Phenomenon a Taughtoury to give excuse for
her crew and her own actions! She wish her superiors
to see her as frustrated and in rightmind to command
as her Superior was lasered for asking her for time alone
where he could dismiss the current crew do to lack
of interest in the current condition of the crew. Rumored she
Lasered him and accused him of Hymnosious for
Impregnating a unofficial member of the crew.She saw the wan as weak and poor, and refused to support there
union!
Form: Didactic

Pip Pip Hurray

Sending the tending to an unfriended ending,
 yet somehow suspending from rending a newly offending recommending.
Logotype monotype linotype,
overripe stereotype,
 teletyped an unripe heliotype. 
Guttersnipe snipe,
 stipe snipe ripe,
 a wipe type a tripe, 
unleash a withering hype. 


Dip snip,
nip lip,
slip skip,
rip the apple pip
over a battleship Chip.
Clip,
airstrip,
blip,
scrip,
gyp,
flip,
dip.


Unsip, blue clip,
A warship, weathering stick. 
To miche an itch,
to stitch a witch.
Rich a quitch,
Hitch a flitch.
Gabrilowitsch,
the grand son of a *****!
Pitched a ditch to flitch a niche.
Made a rich hitch lich.


The Thia tie thy tried to untie an unshy,
Spied a sny sty,
He ascribed a bribe tribe,
to dib drib, lib and sib.


A death pale,
dwaled and engrailed,
enjailed and bewailed.
The cocktale turned into a,
ginger ale stale.
A hobnail.
A pale kale.
The whale waled
a veil of wail.
The stale air,
railed the quailing sale.
Dipped the snip,
to pip the tip,
and baled the avail,
to the flailed snail.


Attract extract reenact,
saddle backed and subtracted,
the tact the pact
an unmistakable fact.


Swag the unsage,
the wage of the tutelage.
A coffee break
a bit of a cornflake
cupcaked the cake of the devil's flake.
Draked the fake fruitcake,
and hake the jake on the mellow lake.
Mistake the overtake.
A pancake sheik,
cried spake of a toothache.
Ack Ack!
Back, Bootblack Jack.
Pack the Pontiac rack,
 sack the Hackensack,
hijack the  leatherback.
Offtrack the outback,
rack the sack,
smack the stack,
stickleback the tictack track,
to the umiak Union Jack.


Twack the whack yak sack,
A mystical one eyed zodiac.
 Bready a speedy,
deedy the weedy,
Reedy to leedy.
Unheedy indeedy.


Leda, Vida, Theda.
Sketched an etch,
itched a hatch.
So speechless,
breathless,
toothless.
The socialist,
the communist,
the theorist
the terrorist.
Bedded the bedding
in a dreadful beheading.
Weeded the weed,
leading the lead,
tended the teed.


The ready read,
the reedy reeded.
The seedy seeded.




The end is Ending.
© Amra Cau  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

Maggie Provience

In the night, the sea was still,
Maggie Province, with iron will,
A mission clear, eyes set on the prize,
But shadows linger, beneath dark skies.

Fire the guns, let the thunder roll,
Echoes of courage, in a brave heart's soul,
But the darkness hides, they’re flanking our way,
Fight till the end, through the storm we’ll sway.

A warship lurking, laying down the mines,
We charged through the waves, as fate entwines,
But a cruiser’s wrath, came rushing in,
No mercy shown, where this battle will begin.

The ocean roars, as we stand our ground,
In the face of doom, our spirits are bound,
With every shot, we’ll make our mark,
But the night grows colder, and the sea turns dark.

Down we go, with the stars as our guide,
Brothers in arms, forever we’ll ride,
In the depths of the ocean, tales will resound,
Of the brave destroyer, that fought all around.
Form: Lyric


Hecate

Drop worship for warship
In favor of study
Loose cults and the visions
As these satellite 
The timing of systems
Exisitng in point
May plane this or may not
Appear alright

The Godess of frequencies
Wasn't the point
Of Greek atmosphere
Updated Hecate
The threesome triangles
Of triangulation
Vibration of string
And foe eating the bait 

Debate of opinions
Hardship of measures 
The layer between you and I
There's magic
There's rational
These are the surphase
And these would be stupid sci fi

There is tactics
There is strategies
These are of entropy
Point you want to achieve
Imposed false authority
Irrespectful depictions
Delusions, allusions of peace

The peace of the mind
The tension, the tensors
Anxiety of those fields
Instead of the processing
For wrongly obectives
It capsules of harships
Does build

So much for the purpose
Internal exclusions
The flawless and linear path
Inadequate guesses
Intelligent Gauss
Manifestations of wrath

The Godess of measure
Ain' bound to Justicia 
The flock of the spherical cows
The polarization
The mesh and the mashes
Geomtetry twists of the times 

At entrance I am standing 
But what am I guarding
With these the two torches of mine


 Metallica/_/Nothing+Else+Matters+(acoustic)


asfar as mitary payer may go in fact

just this monet a perosn who wouold receive bullet in the head had a weord jerk slightly othe right 


and DOWN

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© Kate Kelly  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

My Own Country

"My Own Country"



I am my own country
these firm battlements
have delivered milk
like honey to a baby’s lips

traversing the landscape
these undulating hills 
are the alters men worshipped
now less than sacrosanct

pushed life forth territorial
like vice admiral commanding battalion warship
sunk hearts that raised white flags
their Morse code eventually pierced my mind

with the swords of their thoughts
sharp and poignant in my wake left behind
rained manna like ash from burning souls
imprisoned between glass and flesh closed gate

wrote their stories on my windows
with ghostly fingers from memories

just dreams a manacled fate
captured minds to win the war begun 
before something else was lost
before the time of closed in frost

I am my own country
listening to whispers 
from the cracked Fibonacci shells 
on all my broken shores 

small tsunamis I have collected 

lying in the shallows 
drifting in the sands of what was forsaken
this is where I began again
where the real treasure was found


(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
gvlm
klb, mlb





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Premium Member To Love Or To Battle

The sunset was amazing,
Blinding,
Divine, wonderful!

Yet, standing on the ocean bed
Was a warship
Loaded, armed,
Ready to attack!

It felt like life on Earth had become hell
Now,
To fight shall we
To try to survive shall we
All else,
Dreams, secrets, longings,
Ambitions, love, great becomings,
Nothing would ever be of purpose!

I wanted to immortalize it on my camera
So bent was I on my purpose
That I saw you not standing nearby
Trying to grasp the sight as well!

Pray, 
Should this warship be between us?
Said I to you
As you made me realize of your presence

Why does it even exist?
Why is it here?
What is it supposed to achieve?
Without it,
Life would be all love
Grandiose, exciting,
A stay worth all its due
In a world which gives us not its meaning!

Pray,
Should this warship be between us
Repeated I again
While looking deep into your eyes,
Losing myself in their depth
So much that I saw not time
As it sped by
Bidding the sun to sleep
And the moon to glow, as gloriously as ever!

I knew not when I was pulled into your warmth
I knew not when the night drew its stars on the dark sky
I knew not when the waves turned rogue enough
As to sink the warship!

I knew nothing,
Other than experiencing the bliss
Of swivelling in between the urges of both our needs!

I knew nothing till the next day,
When I woke up
With the revelation that the Gods
Were finally content!

Premium Member Red Alert

Red Alert Red Alert Red Alert
All Hands and bodies on Deck
Our warship has been hit
The enemy’s missiles did it
The warship is going under
SOS has been signaled
One Soldier sounds a whistle
Many warships in the area
Communications retrieved
They have been transcended and received
The warship is steadily heading for the bottom
The enemy above in war planes still attacking
The Warship was able to fire our missile, and we hit one of the enemy’s war planes
Our warship no longer remains
Soldier’s loss
The enemy’s missiles were the force
Down below the warship goes
The fearless and the brave
Form: Rhyme

back to normal

Back to normal

The festivities are over, and the morning news 
is about the war in Ukraine, we are told how successful 
their army is shooting down 13 drones and killing a Russian in a boat.
Regarding the ongoing slaughter in Gaza, it was hardly mentioned, one assumes it was too grisly a show 
so early in the morning.
On another news channel, the boat is now a warship, and many sailors were killed
the Zelinsky regime has changed the orthodox Christmas 7th of January to Europe's calendar to the applause of UE who takes delight in such matter
President Zelinsky, who has not been elected to this job,
insist he is winning the war against Russia,
 his view is
echoed by Jens Stoltenberg, the NATO chief, acting as the USA's errand boy, and when a new NATO chief is elected, he has a job lined up as the governor of Oslo's State-directed bank.
So, this is what you receive when you play ball,
a top job
the king's medal in gold, and the applause from a 
psychopathic press, who never fails to mention his athletic prowess, an expert terrain runner, he sprints where rabbits hesitate to run
I knew his father, an able politician, in Norway there 
are political families (dynasties)
 who direct the outcome of elections, and they are not even Jewish.
The people do not interfere in the political discourse 
as long as beer comes in tall cans and is available
at all hours.
As we get older, things become important
 the black cook in the cafe was back to work, 
she had been 
criticized for behaving like an angry black woman
I defended her
 not easy to be a cook in a hot kitchen
 my portion of bacalao was enough to take 
half of it home for my evening meal
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.

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