our home grown monarch
shall swing open war's hell gate~
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Categories:
mushroom cloud, war,
Form: Haiku
Itchy Fingers?
I don’t mind dying in a nuclear war.
As long as it’s quick, not a lingering bore.
It’ll give the elite a chance to see the cloud.
Kill off the plebs in a crimson shroud.
I know their fingers are itching.
To press the oblivion button.
See what happens,
from Moscow to Sutton.
and all the places in between,
They’ll watch it from their bunkers.
All the beautiful people I mean.
The psychopaths who own us
And control our pointless lives.
We the workers who feather their hives.
So, press it Musk, Trump, Putin and all else
Hidden in your bunkers focusing on self.
Obliterate the world.
And the useless kind
You can do it to me.
I really don’t mind.
David Cox 27/02/24
Categories:
mushroom cloud, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Rhyme
(science)
(has delivered)
(many useful things)
(to the mankind)
(except for the)
(weapons)
(for war and)
(mass destruction)
(the worst and the most)
(deadly amongst these is the)
(atom bomb, the explosion)
(of which produces)
(mushroom-shaped cloud)
(that billows upward)
(with debris, smoke, water)
(vapor along with the radioactive fission)
(particles that get dispersed menacingly by the wind)
(far away from the rising central column)
(with the message of death)
(we shouldn’t get)
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Categories:
mushroom cloud, death, humanity, scary,
Form: Shape
Takeover Taiwan
Sino-Russ aims at Ukraine
Edges burnt and crisp
Categories:
mushroom cloud, parody,
Form: Senryu
Air-Bourn Into the 20th Century
David J Walker
I was one of the soldiers who
Missed the target of the jump
Nine months up in a cloudless sky
Where some were chosen to live
And others to die
Before their boots hit the ground
Where I found myself in a
Mid -20th Century place that
Didn’t need me to be Prole fodder
Although it didn’t matter to a
Volunteer who chose not to be
Anywhere else
Though prepared and yet
Too inexperienced to be scared
Of the dilemmas of the battle of
Those willing to do the killing in
The business of war
I jumped into the 20th century
Where I thought there would
Never be more
than this
At the end of
a Mushroom Cloud
Categories:
mushroom cloud, military, war,
Form: Rhyme
Duck And Cover Drill
David J Walker
I still
Remember the drills
Holding our heads under
The third-grade desks
“Perfect,” our teacher said
Repeat after me
“Duck and Cover”
“Duck and cover”
And us boys on the
Playground
With wide-eyed pride
That our town
Was important enough
For the Russians to bomb
With nuclear weapons
Pueblo
Had a weapons depot
That no one we know
Had ever seen
But we had seen the
Graining film of the
Mushroom cloud above the
Blast that would last only
Seconds before
Everyone and
Everything was gone
Everyone but our
Third-grade class
Safe under our desks
Heads beneath our arms
Where we would stay still
Until the alarms were sounded
All clear from the
Duck and Cover Drill
Categories:
mushroom cloud, age, growing up,
Form: Rhyme
trench foot ankle deep
fanfares baptize innocence –
bugles sound defeat
30th January 2020
Categories:
mushroom cloud, conflict, courage,
Form: Senryu
Lucifer, To The Enola Gay
by Michael R. Burch
Go then,
and give them my meaning
so that their teeming
streets
become my city.
Bring back a pretty
flower—
a chrysanthemum,
perhaps, to bloom
if but an hour,
within a certain room
of mine
where
the sun does not rise or fall,
and the moon,
although it is content to shine,
helps nothing at all.
There,
if I hear the wistful call
of their voices
regretting choices
made
or perhaps not made
in time,
I can look back upon it and recall,
in all
its pale forms sublime,
still
Death will never be holy again.
Published by Romantics Quarterly, Penny Dreadful and Poetry Life & Times. Keywords/Tags: Hiroshima, Enola Gay, atomic bomb, explosion, mushroom cloud, Lucifer, Satan, Devil, chrysanthemum, sun, moon, voices, choices, World War II, war, death, violence, science, power, conflict
Categories:
mushroom cloud, conflict, death, humanity, power,
Form: Free verse
The aftermath of climate change will last,
global warming will be devastating.
Worldwide, ocean waters are rising fast;
if short-sighted lies keep circulating,
some islands could be a thing of the past.
Coastal cities contemplate building walls,
but I'm afraid it's too little too late.
Politicians hedge when disaster falls;
chairing committees to secretly debate
drastic options while the government stalls.
When the rains no longer irrigate crops,
millions of people will face starvation.
And there will be empty shelves in the shops;
for worldwide trade will slow to stagnation,
once the global financial market flops.
Mass immigration will not be allowed;
borders will be guarded at any cost.
Armies will be deployed to cull the crowd;
every shred of decency will be lost,
and our world might end in a mushroom cloud.
Categories:
mushroom cloud, 10th grade, anxiety, change,
Form: Quintain (Sicilian)
Above our heads that cloud
Mushroom shaped death
With a pyroclastic promise
Of incineration leaving
Nothing but our shadows
That we can only hope
Carries upon it no pain
No suffering as we just vanish
Along with most other
Life and species on this planet
And a nuclear winter
Lasting for many long years
But with no one to mourn
No one to shed a tear
I take no joy in spreading fear
But have no faith in those who rule
I will take no pleasure if I am right
As humanity succumbs to eternal midnights
No ringing of church bells
No tombstones
Over which to dwell
A thousand years from now
The planet will heal
And with no human species
This earth will grow very well
In time nobody will even know
Or be able to tell
That the miracles known as human beings
Here used to dwell
As we will be a myth
But written in no books
And told in no stories
For they like us will fail to exist.
Categories:
mushroom cloud, abuse, corruption, environment, humanity,
Form: Free verse
A whirlpool is stirring in my half empty cup
Until I’m intoxicated on my wavering path
I tumble from dizzying heights halfway up
My life is a nuclear winter in the aftermath
All I’m gifted are signs of a dead-end ahead
The light in the tunnel is a mushroom cloud
How I love the euphoria as I storm ahead
My lungs implode as I scream out loud!!!
I sip a mood through a road of absolution
But I’m chronically thirsty for peace and truth
My skeleton was not built for this exhibition
But my lies are buried deep within the earth
My memories dance with galvanized ecstasy
I toast beyond recognition to a life half lived
The mushroom cloud is a perpetual furnace
The fireworks mocking all that I’m bereaved
09-15-2015
Tbang
Categories:
mushroom cloud, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
~*~
mushroom cloud of war
howling winds with lightning bolts
anger in the clouds
~~**~~
~*~
haiku/senryu blended hybrid
Categories:
mushroom cloud, anger, storm, war, weather,
Form: Haiku
Only a fool would
Pyrocumulus mushroom
Nuclear horror
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war4.php
Categories:
mushroom cloud, war
Form: Senryu