Short Bullets Poems
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Sadi gaal gaal tawadi gaal josh obaal,
Sadi gaal gaal tawadi gaal hunar Kamal.
(Ye 2 numbri drama double standard kyun)
You are beautiful
Brave and strong marikana
Capitalist bullets
Have not killed his spirit
The man in the green blanket
No child left behind
Was the chant at one time
Now kids in school
Dodge bullets and youth
Is filled with less sunshine
Struck not by bullets
of led, but by projectiles
consisting of love,
An honest love which stills this
Heart if only a second.
darkened moon
filthy room
five fast bullets
locked and loaded
perilous inches
from my head
fate is held
by my true loves' hand
Haiku
A boy goes to school?
And tears his schoolmates apart?
With metal piercing bullets?
This is normal now.
Igor Goldkind
Trial by fire
Heart is game, showing us red
Tunnel visioned aim
Slipping bullets, jumping trains
Can't be stopped unless we're dead
Is Chicago an holey city
Or is it a town without pity?
Kirk Douglas would know
But would he dare go
Where the bullets are itty-bitty?
Men Shooting
Bullets Rolling
Guts Flying
Blood Raining
Ground Painting
Letters Sending
Kids Crying
People learning
World Changing
Words in my fountain pen,
—bullets in my gun
Blasts of rapid insight,
—ink that doesn’t run
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Who wants to live long life
always run from the danger
aside from stray outsiders bullets
away from friendship of strangers
There are no silver bullets,
Nor shortcuts,
No do-overs,
Or unfounded empathy,
There is only enlightenment,
To determine, one’s legacy
verbal bombardment
words thrown
like stones
hitting the
heart like
a bullets
striking the soul
leaving behind
an emotional
hole
Ten men
War clouds roll in
Bullets rain, fight the storm
Eighteen hands now crossed, under flags
Folded
February 6, 2016
Words in my fountain pen
bullets in my gun
Blasts of rapid insight
—ink that doesn’t run
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
my body's hairy
punk let me say make my day
action real bullets
Form:
Rain of spears fall from the sky
Front, back and side, the bullets fly
From everywhere, the foul bees flock
Noxious daggers on my back
It seems our driver made a fuss
Whilst dodging bullets on our bus
When Ted Cruz said,
"You won't be dead
If you shoot first, and then you cuss!"
War
Terrifying, dangerous
Burning, destroying, spreading
Fire, bullets, olive branch, white flag
Flowing, reconcile, neutralize
Calm, quiet
Peace
Deadlier than bullets ballots become if the interests of the few and not of the many serve!
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
25 October 2016
The hand of Art writes small
Across the crumbling wall
Of human years:
But bullets’ burst and spark
Engrave a deeper mark
Than poet’s joys or tears.
Your threats ricocheted
Inside my head, bullets
Searching for an exit.
I had them removed
They left a scar, and
Part of me is missing
I want it back.
Your tears a nectar of the finest wines,
Rippling into the sounds of genocide
Like bullets to flesh, breathing
Its last breath to the children’s of tomorrow.
they walked along
weathered, carrying their guns;
like the four horsemen…
down to the O.K.
guns blazing, bullets flying;
smoke clears, the strong stand…
It shatters
Heart into pieces
It flatters
Pervading its messes
It poisons
With noble reasons
It kills
Through words as bullets
It wrecks life
Tongue