nightingale from bush
singing its lyrical song —
where the missile fell
22 March 2026
MEME BY PETE HEGSETH
FRANKLIN THE TURTLE BRINGS DEATH
IS HEGSETH ON METH
Russian Missile
Broken windows like lost teeth in a face.
Shredded curtains hang loosely.
The Russian missile worked.
A Missile Flew
I saw a missile fly over head
Eighteen injured and six dead
An apartment’s dark holes
Collapsed floors, beds on the edge
Licked by orange flames
And black tongues of smoke
Like a dragon peering out from a cave
Unimaginable terror, nowhere to hide
The safest place in the world
Your home, decimated, walls shattered
And peeled open like a tin.
Under orders, without thought
He pressed a button and heard the roar
As the missile soared into the sky
Knowing his actions would at least
Cause distress and destruction
And the best scenario, death of
People he would never know.
Parents of children, who will
Now grow as orphans or die
As memories to a few.
Not a second thought, tea with
The guys below, biscuits with the
Crew. Back on deck, another
Missile flew.
David Cox 23/04/22
The stupendous lot I had to munch
Made it A Mind-Blowing lunch,
Besides The final Served bunch
My aching teeth could crunch …
A quest for An Enriching Lunch
And it begot A Memorable lunch
I hadn’t its signaling hunch…
A By-Degrees Superb lunch,
In dimension A Brunch,
In Kung fu A Kick, in Boxing A Punch
To survive it A Bunch …
A lunch like a missile launch
That should explode A Glutton’s Paunch.
There's a trail in the sky,
licked by the moon, like
blood vessel passing the blue,
thin lines on the horizon,
in frontier dust, splitting the land
with fleeting aversions.
In a moment of despair, hazy memories
of bustling tourists ferried to airport, looking down
for Maidan Square, with their velvety eyes, not
the eagle eyes of a new iron curtain drawn by
every missile, their screeching noise whispering a
new tragedy; erased are memories of
east and west harmony, sapped by the hounds of
war, saddled on hypersonic madness.
Missile Ways
What's up the sky and the Russian planes?
Before they're splashed by Stinger missiles
Whoosh! Missile away go go go kill a jet
Or chopper bring it down in the water
Let the crew freeze or drown
Some burn alive or get killed in the crash
How dare they invade Ukraine!
Teach them all a lesson forever
Some things not to be forgotten
Like Duncan in Dune 2021 die superbly
Never surrender no matter what
This is how Ukraine is now
No matter what happens
Ukraine wins Russia loses
Splashed enemy aircraft
Dead aircrew Putin kaput
Sta soda qutab minaar
Gat size ready tayar
Sta soda qutab minaar
Dair ghat mota hathyar
Sta soda qutab minaar
Mata honey moon pkaar
Sta soda qutab minaar
Please yao franchise darkaar
Sta soda qutab minaar..
Bhai phayru vada network chalanda
Kushta folad khanda phayra panda
Jhatkay la la maar mukanda
Thandi laash bana sut janda
Panj dus palang toor chaday
Panj dus manjyan bhan dityan
Gavah nay jina b-ndan sitiyan.
Mistletoe hung over the door
Is something one can not ignore
But candy kisses
Console the Mrs.
Since facemasks just ruin the score
North Korea launched F U-2
But it headed toward Peru!
Said Xi Jinping,
"That's quite some sting
For the want of a tighter screw!"
She’s a little missile
Hears my whistle
Pretends it’s a whisper
Too busy with her sniffer
Every doggie has a nose
Some worth more than gold
My little one, uses hers for fun
She ignores me in her hunts
It smells good everywhere
She doesn’t care just where
But catching her’s no fun
When I call she’s off to run
How to get her back
Will she listen if I snap
What about a snack
That I’ll carry in my pack
She’s a little missile
Hears my whistle
Pretends it’s a whisper
Too busy with her sniffer
Maybe I can give
A toss to a twig
Oh forget that she’s more beagle
Than she’ll ever be retriever
I’d rather not chase
Seems a little haste
Maybe just wait
Till the squirrel scent dissipates
You know they trained her kind
From way back in old times
It’s ingrained in her blood
To follow scents for fun
She’s a little missile
Hears my whistle
Pretends it’s a whisper
Too busy with her sniffer
April 4,2021
between
missile silos
we pitch tents
we starry speak
we pop bottles
we kindle love
we lightly dream
between missile silos
Miss Missile missed her smile, it buzzed past welldigger’s ass
With smelly trash it did mess Pi's irrational dress
Pi balked at the jump and broke his stump
Welldigger Willie Rand primed the pump
And taught Pi how to measure Miss Missile's missing mass
(c) Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty 2014
O'Lordy, a nuclear missile, yes nuclear.
Bent on control and devastation, control of a nuclear bomb destroying the Earth.
On land when feeling the destruction, fearful, powers of the lord, while seeking
the Lord.
Fearful, frightened, shivering, the day of judgement is only to'so.
How to construe power, fear and destruction.
The power is immense, shivering, a crack in the core.
Fearful, how will I survive?
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