Short Bomber Poems
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plunging stealth bomber
kingfisher stabs trout with beak~
zeroed in target
Date written: 06/10/2022
A person's story/but unique only to them/are we aliens?
from *ing Upside Down In a Blazing Avro Manchester Bomber – Poems from My Life and More
Nick Armbrister
Dive bomber carpenter with red-stained teeth
suicidal
buzzing sound
creeps me
out
4/24/2019
Tetractys This Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Charles Messina
Hence I like you dear/do you like my older bro?/I am an ice cream
F*cking Upside Down In a Blazing Avro Manchester Bomber – Poems from My Life and More
Nick Armbrister
This small closet
stored a bomber jacket a bum
stole without guilt...
it smelled so fresh and felt so soft!
In Fall, it kept me very warm
and very dry in any storm...
I looked my best!
king chrome rolling
platinum tyrannosaurus
rex with your baby
teeth showing spaceship
bomber takes on all
comers metallic rhinoceros
slowly going down the street
like a silver baby tank
king chrome rolling
the wellington bomber dropped something
people screamed and ran for cover
but then paper pieces fell
softly fluttering down
falling like snowflakes
someone shouted:
it’s raining
dollar
bills
Jack Horne for Nette’s Imagination contest, 7th June
America should conscript whores for the war
(Iraq)
The susicide bomber doesn't need to blow himself up to
~f~i~n~d~
heaven,
he just needs to be blown.
Discovered a new computer term, “Hover To Play!”
Applied to the bedroom, hmm, interesting I'd say
Let your mind take flight
Tell me, “how was your night?”
Bet you learned lotsa new stuff as you dive bombed per se
© Jack Ellison 2015
Started taking Vitamin B-12 for my memory
Reminding me of the B-29, a question for Jeopardy
A bomber during history's dark time
World War II, a disgusting crime
We must all be sure so as not repeat this treachery
© Jack Ellison 2015
Akerman spun to the left, then right,
His fighter spewing fire into the flight.
Headlong the bounding dash he flew
Face to face with bomber and her crew.
Out of control with blasted plastic, steel
The bomber fell, no chutes aglow
Against the phosphoresent night.
your figure
your body
was the
trigger
suicide
bomber
blow me
away
she'll be
my bomb
shell if for
only the
right cause
even then
i'd pause
having
second
doubts
about
fifty
seven
virgins
but i'm
straight
what
if they
are all
gay men
Form:
Democracy nears
For unknown Arab countries
Angry Arabs yell
Suicide bomber
Islam, Religion of peace
Perhaps when they're free
The Crowed Goes wild
Egypt you are next in line
Democracy nears
Midway
Dauntless bomber
pockmarked sky ... fire rains up
craft spirals down. Mate trapped ... eject
alone
2/7/2016
Contest--The One Who Survived
Sara Kendrick
Beware the Bomber - Epulaeryu
They call them “Belly Bombers”
Onion steamed burgers,
They say to, “Take home a sack”,
Square, holey patties.
I ate too many,
And I got,
Sick!
Original poem written for the contest:
“Fast Food Epulaeryu” ¤¤ 3rd Place ¤¤
Composed 4-28-2011
I feel hypnotized.
The flame is strong,
my passions aroused,
it shouldn't be wrong.
There's nothing to stop me,
my wit dimmed by light.
I fly towards my death,
it was always my plight.
I can't wait to get there,
a straight line would do.
Dive bomber - moths away,
I land in a loo.
Form:
The wheels on the London bus go round and round, till the driver crashes it Tequila style. Everyone loses their heads, except him. He gets into a Black Bomber taxi and pops open a vodka. Need a lift guv?
Being Normal Is Boring - Broken Aeroplanes, Screwed People, Alternative Writing,:)
Jimmy Boom Semtex
This daily dew danish blue doggy poo
Is in relation to a giant kangaroo
Which traveled to the capitol of Peru
To try the turkey stew
But the beef fondue gave it a purplish blue stomach flu
It tried to renew tried to review
When it sailed through the thick shampoo
It fell into a field of glue and ran into a bomber crew
Form:
Does it stir you,
a body bag ?
Journey of million years
stops here,
decoding the numbers.
A humming bird
inflight catches a dilemma
before the sun sets on the
whirring wings.
The moon will never be the same.
Hanging by a thread
a suicide bomber memorializes
the unhealing land.
Who will cry
when he is gone ?
Satish Verma
Some people sadly make so light a talk of dying
As they work so hard to seek a means of living
But to some reality is the art is of dying for something
No great intellectual struggle looking through dark glass
The pleasure of real living now dimmed and out of view
Far easier then going on setting a low value on life itself
A distraught moon
takes a misstep
and goes behind the hill
to take a holy bath.
Disconnects
with a trespasser
and sends to night,
a bouquet of stars with muffled prayers.
Shades of lies haunt, in flames
of faith. A suicide bomber ploughs
through a playground, throwing the bits
of human pieces on nets.
Satish Verma
Form:
It is.
An explosive denial
of an infinite firmness
of round orbs.
Why were you taking
off your shirt
to show the scars ?
it stirs a sequestered allegation.
The glare was on my days
and your nights.
The suicide bomber was
a kid, you know.
When a poem leaves you,
how far would you go to kill
a blue jay
for the golden cage ?
Satish Verma
puckered
i like your shapely legs
your thighs are awesome
so muscular
your pek pek shorts hug you
as i want to do
me naked
my body reacting to you
i want to be there
between your thighs
to explore you baby
i love you and your legs
from F*cking Upside Down In a Blazing Avro Manchester Bomber – Poems from My Life and More
Nick Armbrister
bits of bone
bones lying there together/bleached by the salt water/all flesh has gone south/fish grew fat on seven aircrew/discarded pieces of skeleton/don’t you know they made up aircrew/who flew their manchester bomber/far into germany bombing them in war
F*cking Upside Down In a Blazing Avro Manchester Bomber – Poems from My Life and More
Nick Armbrister
There’s a small lake in the center of Hanoi,
you need a guide to find it;
the tail of a B-52 bomber lies, still; there,
50 years or more:
shot out of the night sky,
and fell its tons, while red hot metal announced
its glowing heavy arrival
people were eating, around, and the mass
and the weight emptied the small lake of fish
and most of the water
what a splash!