Short Hiroshima Poems
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Mushroom
cloud plume of doom
rose from Hiroshima,
6 August, 1945,
Omen
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25 July 2017
Japan now our friend
Unlike 1945
Prayers keep Hope alive
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Contest: Tribute to Japan
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Shadows only remain
Where life stood its ground
Far above their air
Its devastation burned down
(To all those who have lost from war...)
The chirping evokes
the poetry of Princess
Shikishi, who logged
deatails in tanka of the
world and its soul as
Enola Gay logged shadows
on walls in Hiroshima
The black bird is in the skies,
Aiming down with dreadful eyes.
Drops its egg from very high,
Soon Hiroshima will die.
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Date - 2/1/2017
STRESSED
CAN'T
DRINK
CAN'T
DANCE
CAN'T
SING
REMEMBERING
MO
AMOUR
AND
HIROSHIMA
STILL
LEAVES
POND
FORMING
SLOW
MOTION
HANDS
WHITE
PEARLY
PALMS
LIPS
DREAMING
HAUSAN
Under a clear blue sky
The old city
That once lay in ruins
Is now flourishing with life,
A Phoenix risen from the ashes.
W.A. CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2018.
the horror of war
devastating mushroom cloud
over Hiroshima
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Contest: Haiku "aha" Moment
Sponsor: Regina Riddle
Placing: 1st
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CIGARETTE IN HIROSHIMA
Press of a darkened switch
In a flash it was all over
Ignition of the lethal load
Surge of heat
Trembling with anticipation
Red hot glow afterwards
The familiar cloud of smoke
And just a trace of ash
a motionless pond
reflects an unblemished sky
where war once swallowed the sun -
blossoms drift like tears
skimming over ancient wounds
while doves fly against the wind
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For Brian Strand's Contest: #218
I went to Hiroshima to see the faded glass shadows of the sun
I saw the crystal waters of the seashore, and the air as clean as rain
The trees were small, the flowers were large, children having fun
The land the same, the people changed, pure smiles instead of pain.
Where will I be when your light is snuffed from my life?
When you no longer breathe the air I breathe, and I continue unknowing
chopping onions, typing letters, self-aggrandizing
Not knowing that like a Hiroshima survivor
I am the walking dead
my atomic clock ticking down
meanness
cruel actions
human history
this being our legacy
before being submerged in our own heart-waste
what happened at Hiroshima and Nagasaki?
Auschwitz-Birkenau, Majdanek, Treblinka, Sobibor, Buchenwald
Dachau, Belzec, Chelmno, Warsaw, Mauthausen, Sachsenhausen, Bergen-Belsen?
No more war.
We must take courage to look at, can,
That dirge and the tragedy of Hiroshima,
To conclude and rationalise if we can,
That throbbing, deathly, vile panorama.
We did it, we conceived of it,
We intentioned that statement said,
So let that blood statement ourselves hit,
And blossom in purple and red.
This will be a false Haiku
because I don't have time
to finish up
Xmas tree obliges
Anyhow
why not write Neo-Grunge
jazzmataz music song poeme
In a rather quickie style
let's finish here,
I only have 12 minutes
precisely:
dirty clean grandpa
souping through the night
Plop! Hiroshima bloat
bone like trees line streets of Hiroshima
sentinels, scratching the sky,
winter clipped memories ...
life from death arose
springing eternally up
rooting ever down
often bubbling forth from ruins
shadowing the beggar’s bride
who spits on the graves
but mad men dance and war on
bone tree remind us
*kimo, tanka, senryu
Their police boots
Bark like a bull-dog
Near the Sharpeville sea
Of men’s blood;
Their guns boom
Like the Hiroshima bombs
Which for years
Remain the bane of men;
When they saw me
Passing through the street
They buried their faces
Of shame and humiliation –
Our once beautiful land is calmed again
Thru’ the violence of the red-hands.
Form:
Destruction falling
See baby doctor at ten...
Little boy coming
Not to make light of dropping an atomic bomb, but when one stops and thinks of all the
normal every day things going through the minds of those people while Little Boy is falling, at
8:15 am, It is really sad. Something like 140,000 died instantly. Charles
© Sep 24 2010 Charles Henderson
If you could have been
part of the population
in Hiroshima and Nagasaki
at ground zero
you would have seen
total annihilation
when the bombs were dropped
(Little Boy and Fat Man)
and if it weren't enough
you should become 'hibakusha'
victims of nuclear fallout radiation
the perpetrators censored the news
and only the survivors
were evidence all war must be stopped
Permanently nuclear heads
psychosis; sightless
Heads
Plant of the haters
Insanity this race
We; any race
Commonly we repatriate
The rays of the sun
For what
Radiation
Ruining our earth
Reproduction of what
The death
and the death
The winner who
only dust
A weapon of no winner
No buds
Only! only ash!
Of Hiroshima, Nagasaki
Who is Replaying that?
Kids with heads;
Nuclear
Who are playing
deadly game of men!
Six years after the atomic bomb
Plunked down in Hiroshima
Tearing people into pieces
Dali was still losing sleep over it
He begins to collect strips and struts
Developing a surreal idea of what he is about
Collects arrowheads, wire, bits of bone.
Defers from his usual style
Puts together Raphaelesque Head Exploding
A tiny canvas with a large message
Showing his disdain for atomic bombs
And the barbaric aftermaths
I toss and turn
in tumultuous waves
craving your darkest fantasies
will soon explode around me.
You are beautiful
much like demolition
painted nails that leave
unfettered wounds.
I call for you
in my slaughtered nights
searching the room
for your touch.
We have become
spontaneous perfection
I face annihilation
waiting for you.
Atomized and negated
I need you
it's You I see
all that I see.
We are
the Hiroshima
of love...
Straight, direct meaning,
No ambiguity or question,
Of relationship or hearing,
Only malicious attestation.
Seventy-five thousand,
Killed by the 15 kiloton bomb,
In one there was no pasture land,
For the innocent overthrown.
Red fluid permeated,
Scolded the lungs of the fit,
No reactions competed,
With that rupture that lit.
Never again should war,
Take the lives of so many,
Because lifted is the bar,
On freedom and autonomy.
The world has produced
weapons of mass destruction
to annihilate
A new invention
science has contributed
to humanity
For the sole purpose
of destroying and killing
enemies of states
Such a cruel act
of ending life in one sweep
of nuclear bomb
Man is an idiot
that never learns his lessons
history has taught
From Hiroshima
to Nagasaki bombing
are lessons of war
Is life valuable?
a midst this vast destruction
there's no hope to life
The promise land doesn't come turnkey and move in ready
It's a self-assemble
New build: customize your own heaven or hell
Remodel: Pimp a dinosaur
Facelift a grand Dame
Restore a Hiroshima
An eyesore into a Picasso
For you can upcycle the pieces of your broken yesterdays
into vintage tomorrows
Your bitter blues into your giddiest bliss yet