Short Blown Up Poems

In heavy raining
Umbrella blown up by storm
Wet heart sipping sad


15.06.2020 Chattogram...

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there finer limber choice
beg of me,
dig deeper near
man of full force
loud and clear...,
chase back your dream
another fat lady scream
choicer to fire
blown up in hidden dersire
an empire...

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harsh Colonel Saito
bridge is built... bridge is blown up-
war's utter madness






Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Published 2018 in "Hollywood Haiku" via wattpad.com...

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Russia's done it again
    This time they've blown up a dam
  Flood waters cover the land

  Farmers' livelihoods wiped out
    Stranded Ukrainians shout --
  Help! as the 'civilized world' checks out...

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He is a cowardly buffoon
Less cowboy than poltroon
Cringes in fear at the moon
Afraid of bubbly lagoon

Doesn’t make anyone swoon
Terrified of a small raccoon
Shrieks and hides from a blown-up balloon
A forever alone weird little goon...

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I HAVE FEELINGS 

I feel alone and shy In a big loud world, 
I wish to feel included instead of isolated,
Not to be kicked like a newly blown up football when I am already down,
I have feelings, for I am a person with a lot to give, 
I wish that people would give me that chance....

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Boom!!!
Everything goes flying
In the room!!
Units multiplying
Let me zoom
In on the carnage caused
From blown up pieces
Tossed abroad
Now it ceases

How powerful the wrecking crew
Imagining it's all about you
Now lessen your anger justly so
Make sure you're never left below

The Dynamite!...

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and a mobile howitzer (a mortar track) 
had blown-up,
nothing remained,  except the flattened 
bottom;
and what was left of the crew,  you could 
have scooped up with a spoon:

and when  I asked the priest,  where their 
souls had gone;  those that heard, sucked a tooth
and called  me a "goddam hippy,"...

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Ruins

Ancient ruins of Smyrna are threatened by war
they might be blown up by those who want history 
to start now cutting off the umbilical cord of yesterday 
and we are all victim of the day before. Yet, sad as 
it might be everything will be dust, we should lament
but not cry, as we would the death of a child....

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An angry sister who walks away
A sad brothers who turns his back
Me, confused, with mixed emotions, and blown up
Try to say what I feel
Try to show my true colors of red and blue
I try to talk and cry 
I try to scream and yell 
But I keep all that inside
But I turn around and when nobody is their
Then you know my true colors show...

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i am nineteen now 
and a fully blown up woman,
worn out, tired and terrified of life

my heart is burning with hate
for my breasts are fallen 
by the will of monstrous men

i am a fully blown up woman 
cause since the age of twelve
blood has been running between my thighs

can you see this rage in my eyes
and the big hell fire in my heart –
...

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The terror in their fear stained eyes
The gleam of blood in every sight

The remnants of the ghosts of joy
That ceased to exist when the clock struck nine

Everything blown up, in proportion
The whole world flashes past eyes

And leaves behind in its wake
A trail of dust fine but sure

The very hope that lines the heart
In the blink of an eye turns to dust....

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Upper lid shut
All worries out
I dive to meet my target
I will hit it no doubt

I stalk my prey
All he can do is pray
He will go down before, "Oh! Lord" he can say
He will see what will be his last day

God help him, if in my sights he comes
All that is left of him will be blown up lumps
My strike will put him in a tight jam
'Cause I am a Submarine- Yes I am....

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Last day here:
Old year dies,
With odd tears,
Lows and highs.


So much strain:
Man to man,
Hurts and pains,
Dead ends pan.


So much waste:
Hate piles hate,
In bad taste,
Death breaks plate.


Last day here:
Way past due,
Blown-up fears,
Me and you.


Live bold tact:
Dare to style,
Love that acts,
Let good pile.




Leon Enriquez
30 December 2016
Singapore...

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The lost Galaxy formed,
In the enigma of the black hole.
A portal is simply a vacuum,
Thrusting primitive, unknown and,
Simple life forms into,
Another dimension.
The transformation of these entity's,
Can be extremely dangerous when,
Mixed with these unknown variables,
Into these dimensions.
Blown up stars and planets mixed,
With inevitable theories can,
Cause the mysteries ongoing search....

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freedom coursing through my veins.
body no longer feeling uptight but airy. 
being blown up like a balloon. 
helium has replaced my wounds. 
freedom feels scary 
when my yesterdays felt like a constant rope 
tied around my body 
getting a little tighter 
each & every day. 
enjoyment & play are here to stay. 
no more hiding 
in the underneath stairs cupboard. 
now it is time to be free & play!...

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Pain And Suffering Is 
All That I Can Fell Now My 
Mind's A Drama Station My Hearts 
Blown Up Into Infinity Pieces My Soul 
Is Empty My Life Is Gone With The Wind 
As I Cut My Left Arm One Hundred And Twenty 
One Times Their Are No Scars Left Behind As 
My Life Less Body Sails Across The Blood Ocean 
Of Many Souls Of Forgtton Love And Lost Hope For 
Loved Ones To Return To Them All I Have Left Now 
Is Pain And Suffering....

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The sun doth shine, 
and the birds do sing,
on Sundays,
man, the church bells he rings.
He prays for guidance from his lord,
then he steps outside, into his tank,
and wields his sword.

Innocent men women, and children, 
are blown up, and slaughtered,
hostages taken, 
beheaded, and quartered.

Will man, ever learn to live in peace,
or will he just go on for ever, killing,
until his very existence, comes to a cease....

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Let me reinter again in  frozen lake
the body of truth –
murdered by a golden bomb.

Death was a scored exile
under the mound of earth,
festering on the pages of history.

The killer was next night,
driving carefully
between the blown up bridges.

Nightmarish was the frostbite
in the alpine, drowning of pathological
lies, of surreal blues.

Obscurity of searing hate blinds
the frame of pagoda.
Budha will never speak again.



SATISH VERMA...

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People are crying, children are dying
People surround and the baby is crying.
Blow your mind it's dinnertime
sit around and watch the world go by
Blow your mind it's dinnertime
why do we sit and watch the world die?
Children are starving, armies bombarding
Countries blown up and the president's starring.
Blow your mind it's dinnertime
sit around and watch the world go by.
Blow your mind it's dinnertime
sit around and watch the world die....

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THE WILIEST BIRD

My hero is a wily bird,
so gutsy, he's thought quite absurd,
for when he's down and almost out,
he's up and fit for six more bouts.

He'll be blown up, he'll be blown down,
whatever, it is turned around
to energize another go;
through all adversity, he'll grow.

Ever onwards, never wilting
at Roadrunner ever tilting
like his hero, Don Quixote,
my hero, Wile E. Coyote !

Alan McAlpine Douglas 
(in response to request to write about my hero)...

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Let me reinter again in  frozen lake
the body of truth –
murdered by a golden bomb.

Death was a scored exile
under the mound of earth,
festering on the pages of history.

The killer was next night,
driving carefully
between the blown up bridges.

Nightmarish was the frostbite
in the alpine, drowning of pathological
lies, of surreal blues.

Obscurity of searing hate blinds
the frame of pagoda.
Budha will never speak again.



SATISH VERMA...

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You are not a size 
Nor blown up bust and thunder thighs 
You are a being 
Of emotions, feelings and many unseen 
Like a mysterious ocean, you get wet on coast and deep 
But precious jewels at the bottom are the ones to keep 
Ultimate creation 
No need for subhuman appreciation 
Glowing like a happy star 
Knowing who you are 
One glance and you are there 
Like a fresh breath of air 
Can't live without 
The divine proof for every doubt. 


Tuesday 13/1/2015
8:26 am...

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when we would ignore
not see around anymore
had gone out the door

below and under
were worse off than each other
fire out smother

once was the life blood
killed our flowers and each bud
body bags went thud

much trouble and strain
bodies blown up and blood stain
in Ukraine did remain

either will amend
or we did have to rescind
is what we intend

started bright new dawn
are building on White House lawn
huge crowd they had drawn

These are my latest Horn Haiku....

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