The Beatles split up so mystically -pronto
the Vietnam spine came back together
some branded the blame into Yoko
some tied a wreath of thorns on the reds.
Imagine time moving queerly along-
Lennon was so very seductively shot
rice paddies are still pocked with craters
where peasants' cast ancient nets into ponds.
The Beatles will never peace back together.
Vietnam will never again be war torn apart
Some are still putting flame onto Yoko
some are still napalming those with red hearts....
Aren't we still wishing to appease mother Saigon...
Aren't we still casting nets, to recapture Dear John?
Categories:
napalm, song, war,
Form: Free verse
Deadly chemicals
parked in the cargo hold
of an American military plane
Destination: the jungles of Vietnam
Guerillas in the mist ...
communism with an Asian face
is on the uptick
It's the 60's, man
Free love don't like none of that
paid warring
Progressive rock-n-roll got a hippie soul,
but seeing flags burning make patriotic blood boil
Peaceful protesting
on college campuses all across the American soil,
a generation of Flower childs blossoming
While over in Vietnam,
war is cultivating a crop of pain
Weather forecast says: each mourn come dawn,
expect sixteen tons of napalm rain
Tell me who fights a war whose goal is not to win,
but to just stick to the failed mission
Every evening fuel up the planes,
to dust crop those fields of burning dreams
Orders are to ratchet up the suffering,
by laying down more napalm rain
As the next generation of Flower children start bursting,
old hearts wonder:
Will those new killing fields ever grow hope again?
Categories:
napalm, death, pain, truth, war,
Form: Dramatic Verse
TORPEDOS’ NAPALM
T remors shocked the penguins of the Arctic Circle.
O rbital the water lobbed in the ocean.
R otating in a circumnavigating format
P enguins dangled high in the air.
E stablishing that quavers do manifest in cold weather,
D issolving the water into a formed ditch.
O nly the vibrations remained.
N uclear bodies lye in rigor mortis.
A ssassinated by the bombastic troposphere.
P lugger material that could be sold
A s thick plastic
L anguor in stillness.
M issiles sent by God.
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Written February 19, 2016!
Categories:
napalm, adventure, allah, anger, angst,
Form: Acrostic
It was a roar like no other you’d ever hear,
It always brought death and fear;
And limbs and the already dead, jumped
Up to meet it, the tin tube from America,
Bringing the end of life to everything
And if you only felt the heat, maybe you’d not
Heard the roar; or your daughter’s screams
As her flesh fell from her bones
It was a scream like no other you’d ever hear.
Categories:
napalm, new york, war,
Form: Free verse
At a loss,
The trees seemed to confirm
That I was losing the inspired
fire
That once raged;
Consuming all the insides.
Yes many a night, & early slant of sunlight
I stood unzipped skin
Laying out every organ,artery,blood,
Blood vessels, cells, veins,
All of every inch that rests
beneath this earth
Giving up a complete holocaust
for the ever eventual muse,
Now standing emptied midway between the womb & tomb
I sense the possibility of fading away
into an obscurity fitting for a fool
doused in napalm
mind made of agent orange,
How many roads scorched along the way
left behind empty bottles, sandwich baggies, or pill bottles.
Left behind the memories of purity.
Stepping out these days, the world seems
just a bit more dead to me than a corpse
& I wonder whether or not
any of my words could've saved it
& then i remember how bitter words
are when they're soaked in the venom
of an ageless sybill
snubbed by her son.
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Categories:
napalm, allegory
Form: I do not know?