I’ve been working on this poem
it’s called (Blown Away)
Don’t worry, there’s no bullets
just some points to be made
I can write it with an arrow
from an old weathervane
dip the tip in lead
and be on my way
with a heavy sway
I’ve been feeling kinda dizzy
but can’t explain
how I keep going south
into a hurricane
Double-barrel primed
I’m ready to blow
blinded by flashes
This can go anyway
who gets to say?
I’ve been crossing minefields
on a pair of stilts
The wind’s at my back
my trousers make sails
I’m falling to bits
spinal tissue exposed
my ribs come detached
But the outlook’s okay
I had spare ones today
I’ve been throwing paper planes
on the rehab lawn
They’re below Mach speed
and the gardener waves
Gliding on zephyrs,
let’s the edges unfold
Unraveling daisy cutters
my payload explodes
No time to pray
but I did yesterday
(yes I did yesterday)
By David Kavanagh
Shadows befalling
a dark afternoon
And veiling destruction
the end coming soon
A boy and his dog
in the rubble at play
The body’s — toy soldiers
in silence they lay
Then one plane approaches
flying lower than most
Its bomb bay doors open
its payload to roast
A target that’s cross-haired
with ordnance bound
As a boy and dog play
— where death will impound
(To All Children Of War: April, 2026)
An out-of-money experience
Is almost like existing without an essence
This period is one so awful
No money, no elation, just doleful
The money in your bank is broke
The money in your hand is nil
Who to call that is not broke?
Who would give without being left nil?
One too many is the responsibility
One too many is the workload
Little to nothing is the payload
Little to nothing is the mobility
A sluggard off another's dough thrives all good
A bilker thru' bilkering gets all rich good
He, a worker, gets less luck and cash at a distant range
Why should this be? he finds so strange
Should the reward for a scammer be being rich?
The scammer ought not remain being rich
Should the reward for a worker be being broke?
The worker ought not remain being broke
War
is raw
attempt
to strike
a solution
Bombs, Missiles
Nuclear payload
can kill en masse
But
can never kill
patriotic spirit
Fusion, fission
are powerful
innovations
can devastate matter
but have limitation of
Space, Intensity
Nationalist Spirit
has infinite realm
No bomb can
decimate infinity
Nationalist Spirit is
most powerful energy
much ahead of
power of electrons
First Bomb
devastated Hiroshima
but Japanese spirit
could not be killed
Japan has since risen
is more powerful
is a strong economy
Many wars
have been fought
in name of peace
but Peace is still elusive
War only creates
political, social cobwebs
difficult to unravel
mapping further war
War
is business
thriving on disputes
killings, insecurity
War is also
manufactured
like ammunition
to earn profits
Its pity
UN can't pass
a resolution
in favour of
No War
It's no good
to kill humans
then rush with
Humanitarian aid
It's senseless
to have law
for murder
when massacre
is non-punishable
Hypocrisy
has to end
before
World ends
____________________
@Dr Hitendra Mehta
Empathic..... Taking on the pain
Of another as though
It bares your name
Finding relationships
Wearing as you carry
Not only your load ,but theirs and the daily payload(to capacity)
Needing to isolate
to reboot as it were
from continuous energy bombardment and drain
Reaching out to comfort
The grieving
And your own heart literally aches
Dealing with those
Who live to greedily
Prey on others
Feeling emotional
Physical
Psychological pain on the daily
It's like chicken man,it's everywhere ,it's everywhere
Hope you still
Remember that guy
Wanting to help
And given the side eye
for my trouble
Intuitively knowing
What I'd
Just as soon not
Seeing the world
In
Technicolor and surround sound(full volumn) especially hateful words
Resulting in seeing IT
As both
blessing and curse
Whichever it is
It's mine
I own it
Lock ,stock ,and predators
It's all
I've ever known
Marmite Man was enjoying breakfast, marmite on toast
When the officer on the bridge shouted "it's the Aussie coast"
The alarm for action stations sounded, men ran here and there
It was time to flush out the rebel vixens cowering in their lair.
Port Melbourne was the first target, the Vegemite factory
A B52 bomber dropped its payload to inflict untold misery
The factory was obliterated ; the mission a success
All that was left was glass and bricks with a large gooey mess.
Their food supply now cut off they'd have no stomach to fight
But Marmite Man is generous and distributed marmite
Very soon white flags were everywhere, in every city and town
There was pockets of resistance but they were quickly put down.
Some rebel vixens were captured and exiled to Tasmania
The victorious Marmite empire expanded taking in Australia
Meanwhile there's a manhunt for the Queen of Vegemite
With a generous reward of a thousand jars, of delicious Marmite.
Written 23rd February 2022.
useless she goaded
his libido eroded
feeling outmoded
two blue pills locked and loaded
you beast ~ payload exploded
By
David Kavanagh
SUMMER’S END
staying cool, in the pool,
where children are cruel,
on a very hot day—
Summer’s officially over.
from submarine fool,
fishy bubbling school,
plenipotentiary fuel—
a payload parade.
when the ping-pong jewels
surface - whirlpool
of fleeing ridicule.
afraid of riveting stool—
a flotsam snicker’s bar.
The worst part is the noise—
that awful fartastic that destroys
the floats, duckies, other toys.
it lasts and lasts…
it’s a spastic stinker,
a ferocious clinker —
it channels the sulfur pits of
Turkmenistan’s door to hell.
officially over,
the pool in deep cover—
no one hovers
near
the episodic rear of Summer.
9/24/2021
Fart-tastic
Pauly’s Bank Deposits
Pauly’s passkey
Pickup hiccups
Passbook Facebook
Payload payroll
Honey money
Crossbow bankroll
5/18/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021 ©
MAVEN
MAVEN
hauling notes as
raven
going
to Mars. Is life
growing
up in
the atmosphere’s
chagrin...
04.06.2021
Musette
*MAVEN: (acronym) Mars Atmosphere and Volatile Evolution. It is an orbiter spacecraft
*solarsystem.NASA.com
*Haiku winner poems included in 2013 payload
Big Ben strikes ten, depart Kings Cross.
Squeal of tight wheel, where lines criss-cross.
Clickety-clack. Clickety clack.
Now heading north-bound on fast track.
Leave city sprawl in grey and grime
for now we're on East Coast mainline
in rural space, expanse of green,
where all around, countryside scene.
My window view is flashing by,
too fast for focus of my eye.
Field after field, farming landscape.
Golden barley, bright yellow rape.
Wood with coppice, hedge and hawthorn.
Few grazing sheep looking forlorn.
On steep hillside, deserted farm,
red-brick decay falling down barn.
Whistle warning, speed through stations,
each one gone in just two seconds.
Now reach Yorkshire where engine built.
Accelerating to full tilt.
Non-stop on straight, all clear ahead.
And now we hit the full hundred.
Still at top speed and close to coast.
Through industry, of the North East.
Now parallel to Roman road,
to Edinburgh with full payload.
We're nearly there and right on time.
Now slowing down for station line.
Clickety-clack. Clickety-clack.
Over the points to platform track.
Arrive on time in the city,
the clock showing just six thirty.
Drones fill the air, they black out the sun
Each ordered to do what has to be done
The payload they carry delivered poste haste
Commands are hand typed and some cut and paste
The beasts and the birds take what comes their way
Our brand new tomorrow, demanded today
So drones hit our neighbourhoods time after time
We should have been warned about Amazon Prime
Horsepower
David J Walker
It occurs to me that while
Horses can run
Could they actually pull a
Rocketship past the moon
Headed to the sun?
Apollo 11, for instance,
And just for fun
Is said to have had
32 million horsepower
As if each one
Was Harnessed with leather straps
And brightly polished brass bells
And as the crowd swells
off they run
At the crack of a whip
32 million horses all at once
Leap upward up-ward with a
6 Million tun
payload
Kicking up dust
All those horses needing to
Generate 7.5 million pounds
of thrust
at liftoff, that is
Off towards the sun
Hooves pounding
Harness bells ringing and
Commander Neil Armstrong
On top cracking the whip
Singing, suns of the pioneer's songs
Headed to the moon on his
32 million Horse-drawn rocket ship.
Can you hear the voices of
Those Space Cowboys stepping lightly
As their horses
Fertilize the surface of the moon?
“Ahhhh ..Houston… We Have a problem here”
“Who is gonna clean this up?”
Like giant birds of prey they took to the sky
Emptying their payload from way up on high
So what if it's Dresden, Berlin or Cologne
Tell them of London, of England, of home.
Winging their way oe'r land, sea and shore
Ensuring your freedom they gave of their all.
Forget all your preaching now years are long gone
Objections are easy once deeds have been done
Remember instead their freedom, their youth
Gone in six years as they fought for you
Enter their names in the log books of pride
To tell them, at last, you are on their side.
Straight moves the locomotive train miles
Traveling over desert flatland forging ahead,
Coal steam engine Number 9 chug, chug, chug,
Sound waves rolls through, satisfying sensation is said.
Locomotive whistle sounds station steam rolling in,
Little one hears repeats ‘choo-choo’ rolls to stop,
All aboard! Rolls locomotion moving, snack on tasty
Peanut brittle, readying for dining car delicious hop.
Mom holds little son on her lap, with sounds
Cowboys and Indians along the train,
Surprise action wonder, heard of Hereford
Beef cattle is west trademark railroad vein.
Character western attitude locomotive fun
How the west was won whistle-stop rustic town,
Gold payload brought on of family and cousin
Forge ahead, chug along, Heaven brings us together joyous sound.
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