Vampire Iran is sniffing out Israeli veins
Xi buzzards are circling the lotus Taiwan
Putin is feeding on the flesh of Ukraine
Nuclear wizards are waving their wands.
She wears her soul on her nuclear skin
Brightest chartreuse yellow
morphs into roseate pink,
promising peace
she illumes from within her
There is only one of her,
yet is never alone
her golden rays cascade
warmth in cobalt skies
embracing as she dwells alongside
touching universes both eternal,
balanced with an external expression
in both realms reflection
overlooking the gallant mountain tops
gentle undulating waves,
fullness in emptiness
amongst Spring’s delicacies
a force of nurturing generosity
fostering spirit giving endlessly
championing her cause
She watches from behind
the highest hilltops,
below the erosion formed summits
Setting onto the lowlands
and forbidding foothills
as her changing light
transforms the ether
she gazes at the unfolding
of the stars, faint specs,
she is still, in their presence
as the blue evokes
his calm, she catches glimpses
shades of salmon trail faded ones,
they bring hopeful sonnets
May she let subdued
light shine upon her
blushing rays?
Perhaps one day,
whilst the night’s indigo sky
looks after her
Enough death enough destruction..Are Isreali's considering ( going nuclear?)
With American troops in that area.' What
Type of ally would go to that depth.?
Not to mention all the Arab peoples some
Of whom have accepted Jesus.'
Enough..End the war, save yourselves and
The world, all this evil.' Turn away I pray.)
Written By: D. Collins 1/7/26
It doesn't matter how powerful a military is.
When there is nothing left to take or give.
Militaries will perish just like the rest of us.
Only then, will they find they weren't that tough.
There'll be no democracies or political gains.
Only remnant leftovers of the nuclear rain.
When superpowers feel they have nothing to lose.
The launching of all nukes will be the thing to do.
There will be no winners left around to brag.
Just an atmosphere of contaminated gas.
Even hiding in bunkers should be abundantly clear.
That you cannot come out for thousands of years.
The alpha males
stand at the precipice of power
each attempting to prove
They are the greatest
Resting on the backs of stupidity
a nuclear war
one percent chance
of total annihilation
of life on the planet
As we destroy
our ecological systems
ninety-nine percent
of the world dying
from nuclear radiation
and the direct impact of bombs,
bomb shelters become a prison
For those prepared
a haven for the last life on earth
But insect death from radiated crops
What do you come out to find
Without plants, do we have air?
Or do we become
Another barren planet
In an empty solar system
The specter of nuclear war haunts the world again
not long after we all thought it might end
As agreements of Reagan and Gorbachev are trashed
the angst of Krushchev and Kennedy streams past…
Today, Iran hungers for the bomb, terrifying everyone
in her recent ‘Twelve-Day-War,’ a nuclear future may have won
Putin speaks casually of using ‘whatever force is necessary’
to render Ukraine a useful ex-enemy…
America’s arsenal’s buried deep beneath the ground ~
in the M-E, ballistic missiles and drones routinely downed
One nuclear nest destroyed- a second holocaust avoided
On June 21, 2025 U.S. military made strikes against three nuclear facilities in Iran called Operation Midnight Hammer.
Fordow, Natanz and Isfahan
No longer places in Iran
And gone at once atomic clamor
It took a drop of "Midnight Hammer"
Jun 22, 2025
When missiles fly
The Mullahs lie
They bide their time
To turn the tide
Their constant bluster
Now short of luster
For why we ask
No God sent task
To build a bomb
With feigned aplomb
Their word to spread
Among the dead
They have their place
To find God's grace
Not trample lives
Like stinging hives
Fear and temerity
No road to prosperity
But that's what they seek
Control of the meek
A proud nation with tales of old
A proud people who once were bold
A history where feats abound
A long lost empire to astound
Time for Iranians to now earn
That for which they clearly yearn
Freedoms tenuous flickering light
Now in their grasp in line of sight
our home grown monarch
shall swing open war's hell gate~
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1946 United States authorities
chose to exercise freedom of choice
and forcibly relocated 167 Marshall islanders
King Juda he agreed as their voice
from Bikini Atoll east to Rongerik
a small island which adequate resources lacked
with the promise they would return
so much for the U.S. Right of Freedom Act
and with little regard to radiation or fallout
the beautiful coral lagoon's sad fate
was a nuclear weapon testing site
twenty-three tests in all 'til 1958
but scientists miscalculated
a dry-fuel thermonuclear bomb they blew
Written By: D. Collins 5/29/25
With no magnetic field nor atmosphere.
Wouldn't radiation rain down everywhere?
What physics are involved with explosions in space?
And what would be the outcome of the human race?
Would it completely throw our moon out of whack?
Causing major tsunamis or have they thought about that?
I'm no genius but I have simple common sense.
Explosions in space will make something happen.
That irrational greed for the power over all.
Most likely would become our final downfall.
I can't be sure if out there other life exists.
If it does, I'm sure they're having none of it.
When silence breaks with a siren's cry,
And ash clouds darken the morning sky,
Two nations rise with wrathful might,
Blind to peace, prepared to fight.
Where rivers flowed through fields so wide,
Now burn with rage on either side.
Flags once fluttered in monsoon air,
Now mark the graves of young laid bare.
The tanks roll in, the bombers fly,
The missiles arc across the sky.
Steel and fire tear the dawn apart,
Each strike a wound to the human heart.
And then the flash — a blinding white,
Day turns to dusk, and noon to night.
Mushroom clouds in dreadful bloom,
Cities fall in silent gloom.
No victors left, no songs to sing,
Only echoes of what war will bring:
Children charred, and mothers weep,
Fathers buried in endless sleep.
The air is poison, the soil is dead,
The living envy those who bled.
No border now, just common pain,
Shared by the ash and acid rain.
What was it for — this fatal pride,
That turned the world to suicide?
India, Pakistan — names now lost,
To power's game and mankind’s cost.
Oh leaders drunk on hate and fear,
Is this the glory you held dear?
Let this be written, carved in stone:
Peace is a seed, war reaps a tomb.
Hey buddy, let me tell you what's goin' down.
Listen closely, you'll hear the sound
of my kitchen, underground.
What I'm cookin' is so hot, as it were,
you might call it nuclear.
I'll make some for him, some for her.
I churn out the grub, hot and fast.
My cooking's like a firehose blast.
As much as I make, it won't last.
I put some dough on a sheets-a
where a jalapeno and mushroom meets-a
you've got yourself a red-hot pizza.
Hey man, I'm cookin' - don't you worry.
No time to waste. I'm in a hurry,
I'll need peppers for this veggie curry.
Time for burritos and enchiladas -
pull up and eat, this ain't the Ramada.
I've invited the Spanish armada.
For blazing chow, you are itchin'?
Grab a knife and chop. Come on, pitch in.
It's the first underground nuclear kitchen.
For my entire life
I've always been on the brink
of annihilation.
A cold war child
a nuclear age child
petrified of being exposed
to the fallout, child
Under a wooden desk
covering porcelain neck
the unforgiving sirens.
Teachers yapping at us to keep our heads covered.
Seven years of age
stressed out by the alphabet
A thoroughly undiagnosed dyslexic
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