Short Munitions Poems
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Hey, Happy Clappies,
For all us chicks and chappies,
Thank God for each day,
Pray munitions right away!
Smiles are free for peace, okay!
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
What is Britian doing.? Building munitions sites for
Shooting..Arms factorys in the ukraine (now today!)
I urge just think? again! Why not talk of peace? In
Which the world could grow.' And in better potential
Increase.!
Mayday tomorrow,
but the pole has been toppled,
the good earth churned by munitions,
and then seeded with Claymore mines.
There will be no dancing on rubble ruins,
as we bury desecrated corpses,
this year’s harvest will be lean.
First to the moon
first to Mars
We use AI
to drive our cars
Carbon-free emissions
stockpile of munitions
Our nation's a superpower
the world, ours to devour
Before we strike
here's what we're like ~
Execrable, ruthless
wicked, truthless
Duty bound soldier
Marching worthy soul
Armed with munitions
While mentally tolls
Comes back wounded heart
Mind, soul, body’s wroth
Wayward Minister
Burden to the cloth
11/14/19
For McWhirtle Me Poetry Contest
McWhirtle poetry form only.
Sponsored by: charles messina
‘9/11’ did not change me
for I’m a veteran Israeli
From the horrors of Munich ‘72
to the ceaseless terror of the intifadas
From the nightly Hezbollah missiles
to munitions that shriek and whistle
From the river to the sea
~ 9/11’s everyday reality
His mind was full of bonfires
his chest full of mustard gas
as he coughed all day
If only I could die
he would have thought
if he could have thought.
She sat beside him holding his hand,
her face pock-marked and yellow
from the munitions factory
No one knew
what the chemical ration could do
but she sat crooning her song.
A Big Thanks to General
cHemicals
Explosive
muNitions
fRagments
artillerY
Shards
wHetted
buRsting
tApered
Projectile
spliNtered
jaggEd
metaL
Sunshine Williams
Listen intently..' peace.)
Munitions roar' the worlds mouth!
Utter death! and denial.'
Much life is lost, too bad.!
How do we count? In evil score?
Let us wipe the slates clean.!
Dared to smile' to think?
Open a vista, the chink of plates
This cup overflow' cease.'
Awaken all peoples
To explore of each chance? piece'
Let it fall, in laps today !
Denying gloom, deny hate'
Give hope a breathing space
Listen intently.' Peace!
Emily wakes up laughing
but I see tears upon her pillow.
She's so far away from
shoulders and sleeves.
Remembering surrendering.
No more pajama tops
or secrets in the dark,
just a flame burning slowly down to spark.
Where and when
then and there
she's losing track of details.
She punches the clock
and puts together
pieces of permanent plastic.
She hears a song,
her strength is gone.
She lays down her munitions.
Crying on the coward's birthday.
Rising
sprawled
amid the carcasses
of demons quelled
strewn
like soldiers slain
spent munitions
drained of all their fire
their bloodshed pooled
puddles
of watered down
egos and woes
glisten
in the morning light
as hangover destined
in reflection
one half dead
and addicted
vain plan to abstain
finds itself
shot down
again
8/3/2019
Eight Word Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet