Short Bombs Poems
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Consumed by their anger, the flames they stoke.
They blame and defame, label others as "woke".
The pugnacious pen only aims to provoke..
Once was robin-bird
Acted quite absurd
Bombed friend once; did it twice
Gall to even mark her thrice!
Don't care to explain what heard!
If Man constructed bombs of love and dropped them on the needy, God will delight!
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
09 July 2016
Was it him?
No,
his brothers
tied grenades.
on dead black birds
heaved them high.
to fly, wings tied back,
up to a third story balcony.
It’s bombs away in the Middle East
And if Russia joins the fray
WW3 will be declared
~ Death the entry fee
Bombs are lifeless
It has no eyes
But are not blind
When it drops
Then will kill lives
How many lives
Many of them!
In-flight
25 September 2015
Well I just caused a bit of commotion
When my gut said I needed a motion
Went for ‘number two’
In the outside loo
Of a jet flying over the ocean
The dins of war un-hushed
the jarring of munitions
the cacophony of starvation
the grating contempt for humanity
the discordant silence of the Free
. . . The World
Inside bullets and bombs, Man has managed his hatred to place
If careful he will not be, before long, all humans would he erase!
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
28 October 2016
As millions of kind folks claim peace , wicked folks usually refuse.
As they benefit billions dollars from the bloods of millions of folks.
Word "peace" seems dengerous bombs to terminate their evil businesses.
for every bomb dropped, a thousand stars cry tear lights ~ for reblooming earth
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8.1.26
One lovely ballerina
The bombings slammed
No more dancing
28.04.2013
A-L Andresen :)
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word bombs
dead wrongs
amygdala hijack
your own
devices left you
know thy self
crackerjack
word bombs
dead wrongs
amygdala hijack
your own
devices left you
your brain is set
to bushwhack
(repeat as necessary)
Bombing for peace is like raping for virginity,
Repeated phrase gives peace unity.
Remind me God, where is the utility?
The love we give has no virginity.
Concatenate munition for factuality,
Its just complete, its all vitality.
BOMBS AWAY
"Holy crap, that's one fair turd offloaded Hermann, you must be relieved"
Indiana Shaw . . . ; )
"Exeter unearths an unexploded 1.000 kg World War II Hermann bomb" . . .
I hear the bombs Mama lets run
no son we must stay put its our house
I hear them coming closer Mama
lets hide
Hiding is for cowards Myla, (soldier)
be a good boy, pick up the gun
They are here Mama lets pray,
(son), Myla ...lets
We
were bright
small fireflies
gleaming at nights
with soft silver wings,
alas bombs rained on us
with poisoned plains our harsh grave,
our magic gone, our show complete
for ever lost to darkness of night
with no prayers, no funeral for us.
In a coiling maze
mortars fume.
Crimson cadavers
dye the verdant soil.
Poison spears plunge
craters into young flesh.
Scattered moans rise
into the sorrowing air
of deafened canons
and carbon.
No succour or welcome
for the maimed.
Only ghosts
of peace.
"What are toxic time bombs?"
I wonder, with no aplomb,
Old garbage and refuse tips,
Legacy landfills, full of blip,
Damaging environmentally,
So much for sustainability,
All the overflow of society,
How do we correct such wrongs?
All those toxic time bombs........
GENESIS 9:6 INVERSED
All poets are bombs
And we must explode now
For our lovers is the sun
And we have chosen to die in the heavens
What is more holier than to be dead by God?
Poets explode the stars of God
Inspired by: N/A, poem was from own unpublished work.
Lavender tinted
Two serpents of the sea
Chafing scales
Twisting through
Kuroshio Currents
Prancing Minions
Sirens of the deep
Bathing in rosen lilac
l'écume de mer
Frothing on the Horizon
Silken Goddesses
Submerged in Epsom salinity
Artfully teasing
Envisioning
A Better Tomorrow
Tree-branched bird staring,
Looking me right in the eyes;
We both confused:
Humsn and natural nature,
Inhibiting springing peace:-
Wars' twofold nature:
Destructive storms and bombings;
Both dooming in spring:-
God's spring cleaning is coming;
Let us get to sowing peace:-
I'd love to ban bombs,
Let's do it with aplomb!
Chicks, go on strike.
No longer skirts to hike,
Starve men of meals and sex,
No more washing, cast the hex,
Create peace that way,
Freedom for Earth one day,
That's what I would change,
Ban all bombs from our range,
Girls, peace is allowed,
Noble Jung be proud!
Written and posted by
a real poet, no ai clone --
wary of erroneous people,
fake voices on my digital
phone – fear I may be one of
the few yet writing poetry alone
without the help of
some ai, futuristic drone
letting fall synthetic hits
and misses – parrot
droppings all the same,
really, ai poetry quite morally
lame.
Bombs in the Bibliotheque!
What is meant by that, by heck?
On each line, it's like a college,
Every word a weapon of knowledge,
A library is a lucky dip,
Read new authors, that's the tip,
A good book is a trove of treasure,
Reading is a mine of pleasure,
So, off to the library, let's check,
For learned bombs in the Bibliotheque!!