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Sci-fi transports you to a place,
Unrestricted by time & space,
Leaves you cool, collected & calm;
As genres go, it be the bomb.
In '45, America dropped the bomb
Wondered when that might come
around -- to haunt us, who got scot-free away
~ Perhaps now is when the U.S. pays
we love our texans like we love are mom,
go jj watt you the bomb,
we like watching football with a beer in our hand,
we will do anything to defend our texas land
Hey Gotta Light?!
No I don't mean the flame.
A light to guide me
As I walk away in shame.
A flame to light the fuse
To the bomb ticking inside
That anticipates eagerly
To expose all that I hide.
it has brought
barbarism and butchery
politics and power
guns and tanks
the bomb! how many types
well they ware the face of the lord
they take your freedoms
and so it is not said
i have faith in me
Form:
Feasting crows, everyone knows, that is how it will be.
When mankind is gone due to greed, fear, or stupidity.
It might be the Bomb, or a dream gone wrong,
But in the end, how it will go, is feasting crows.
Bore Thoughts Galore
Niels Bohr
Studied physics and bore thoughts galore.
During war, our allies and we were calm.
His models were the bomb!
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 22, 2010
Poetic form: Clerihew
Since the end of World War II, it's been relatively calm
Cooler heads have prevailed, methinks coz of THE BOMB
The one that can end it all
Doesn't Kim Jon-Un recall
World War II and the devastation it caused!!!
The party of the hee-haw would now impeach Mr. Trump
for denying the world’s arch-enemy, a madman, access to the bomb
It takes a blind donkey to kick the hand that redeems it
and now the rest of the two-legged world sees it
Speech after speech, the summit dragged on
though all agreed every nation had won
Then on the day when the bomb descended
and life on Earth as we know it ended
Indignant attendees were up in arms
~ for climate change had done no harm
I heard today about a bomb
that spares the buildings,
cremating only the living flesh within.
Why, in our humanity,
do we not have the bomb that spares the tender flesh?
I heard it was because when boys play at war games
only the dead bodies count.
I am beautiful he said.
His image agreed.
All proud and pink.
I am the bomb! He said.
His mother was oinking her approval
in the background.
I am going to get a lady he said.
Not with this attitude the mirror thought
But wisely kept this to herself.
Mom,
Miriam,
Freeze the bomb
And keep me calm.
Thanks for keeping the equilibrium!
No wise philosophies of the medium.
Freed from the ‘somme’.
This sitcom
Saved me
Mom
Mom,
Miriam.
Cluster bombs?
Delirium?
Never seem to infiltrate your frail palm.
If everybody had an ocean
it would be the bomb
everybody'd be surfin'
like in Vietnam
when we're on R&R
we surf China Beach
get away from the war
and the jungle heat
a little vacation
out of the way of harm
tell the Sergeant we're surfin'
Surfin' Vietnam
Listen up; Tom’s Limericks are hilarious ; they are the bomb . com
* bomb.com, the
noun
something excellent; "very cool". See also the bomb.
This movie is the bomb.com!
01/06/2021
Contest: Tease A friend
Sponsor:Bobby May
not so funny, brother
when the bitter pills
of undue death
hit the rain-leaked roofs -
when the bomb-buried legs
shoot out
fearing for the unready burial -
when the pregnant woman
in dying curses the unborn
child from afflictions
& impositions of poverty -
then 'tis then
that a toad runs at noon for naught!
Form:
I amble along paths
rutted deeply
In the life
that I have fashioned.
All pine for sunny days
of warmth and hope, but now
an aura tinged with fugue supplants
and haunts me with its specter.
For in the end, what I desire
simply does not matter. The fuse
is lit; the bomb goes off, and pieces
of me now are lying everywhere.
I will build my own garrison
With gargoyles a plenty
My troops led by Harrison
Who has the confidence of many
You cannot stop me, Mom.
I am on a mission from God.
Ice cream? It’s the bomb.
Garrison can wait he says with a nod.
After the sweet treat
He climbs up in his bed
To dream of his own army
He is three, our young Ted.
I write Star Wars limericks with aplomb.
'Cuz Star Wars is simply the bomb!
But they don't appear
On this nice website here,
They're at Starwarslimericks dot blogspot dot com!
No special effects there, I'm sorry.
A few pictures but nothing too gory.
I start at the beginning
And I keep on spinning
Retelling the whole Star Wars story!
pull the camera back
see more than just one act
does world seem less real
do you no longer feel
how many times can it be done
weapons violence death by gun
your lulled into belief
dulled like glass in the sea
watching willing fully
dim lights
and darkened nights
no more room for growth
blisters and moans
when the bomb tones
Form:
There it was loud on the intercom
“Please come to the office, Tom’
And just like a bad sitcom
They dropped the bomb
No discussion just a blunt axiom
Told to grab his pompom
And march off to Guam
To retrieve a precious rhomb
Tom was in quite a conundrum
So he went home and chanted Om
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Posted on March 16, 2018
Hot Tea
Must be the aroma
The smell of my tea
Peach, Berry or Green
No caffeine for me
I drink to unwind
To sit and release
To calm myself down
To set my mind free
Someday to snuggle
My big cup and me
To savor the day
To sit under a tree
To read a good book
To write a love poem
A sip from my cup
Hot tea is the bomb
Patricia Mitchell-Nunn
Anger
Anger makes the mind narrow
Anger is not key
Get rid of anger sitting 5 minutes having tea
Music is what keeps your anger calm
your lips are dry use lip balm
Anger makes you weak
peace I what I can seek
click click the bomb ticks
Anger chases friends
but I'm rolling Nike brands
My poems are my peace
Anger is what I ignore
but do not adore
Where would we be
without the bomb
Was Einstein a savior
or devil aplomb
Our power the fire
all enemies dread
Till stealing its physics
unmaking our bed
The world on the edge
of a looming abyss
Missiles entombing
a terrorist wish
Tomorrow unpromised
all time day to day
Eternity waiting
—forever to blame
(Saint David’s Pennsylvania: May, 2022)
Sheba conducted her business like a queen
An owl who had kindness without any mean
We loved her look, her feathers were bright
Everything she said and did turned out right.
Sheba acted like she was not regal at all.
We tree people knew her ideas were never small.
Her empathy and resourcefulness were the bomb.
She will always be our queen, but without aplomb.