December 7th 1941
Japan invades Pearl Harbor.
Another useless war.
Attack on American soil.
Surprise military strike on December 7th 1941.
Oahu, Hawaii, a neutral area.
7:48 am with 354 fighters in the air.
Dive bombers, torpedo bombers.
2,400 Americans from our Military were killed.
The damage is done.
For what reason?
War was provoked.
The deadliest foreign attack on the U.S.
War over territory.
War is never ending.
Always about oil, power and land.
Foreign leaders with no spiritual direction.
They brought this to our front door step.
History of another war.
(President in1941)
(Franklin D. Roosevelt)
Still to this day, enemies continue to fight.
Over oil and territory.
Nothing ever changes.
What a sad day of judgment.
Was by the pool, sporting a Speedo
Cursed with overactive libido
I did all that I could
Now, I'm just sporting wood
The damned thing looked like a torpedo
So I used my towel, trying to hide
But still, it wouldn't swallow my pride
The shadow from my shaft
Was creating a draft
And it stirred up a crowd a mile wide
The line stretched from here to the border
Trump signed an Executive Order
News choppers filled the air
Bigfoot could only stare
Cher begged, but I couldn't afford her
Fuse lit now, the spark ignited:
Let it burn, this love misguided.
Our future once had seemed vivid
Now obfuscated… no: omitted.
Structural damage, shock waves follow
Breach the hull and the vessel’s hollow.
Floods, and fires. Catastrophic damage.
It wasn’t watertight. We couldn’t manage.
Here I stand, now scarred forever.
Compartmentalizing to withstand the pressure.
Recycle the wreckage. Containment. Creation.
Review what survives the detonation.
We blew up. Weakness, betrayal, fright.
You left me – free to pursue the light.
Once I feared the wreckage too deep,
But beneath the wave, I found my peace.
For in the undertow I was born,
To rise anew. To live. To learn.
Never thought I'd find this place,
Where joy now fills the empty space.
So thank you, though it seems untrue,
For bursting us to something new.
five torpedo bombers
known as Flight 19
disappeared in December of 1945
over the Bermuda Triangle
an ominous mystical zone
recorded precarious by Christopher Columbus
when his compasses began acting erratically
Flight 19 is just one of many ships and planes lost
forever in the bowels of the Devil’s playground
the treacherous, notorious, mysterious Bermuda Triangle
Eyes as black as the night, and,
The speed of the torpedo,
As it soars into the sea of blue.
Hidden by their attitude of revenge,
Revenge on man.
The Kingdom of the Sea,
Is a vast array of predators,
But the only one is King.
They call him Death.
When you look into,
Those black eyes deep in the Ocean,
You realize it's too late,
Once you see the whites of their eyes.
You are now their prey, and,
The food of the ocean.
You've seen the stories,
You've seen the tales,
You ask yourself,
Do you fight or flee?
Slodes new poem
Low slode-hand
I cant explain the fierce pain
Detached reattached no change to spare
Wild and free and then god help me
Challenges inept
failures future reaps wisdoms fury
Torpedo submarine full secret in deep
Save me from myself
Some of my favorite songs had no meaning at all
They were just songs that we all sung
I grew up in the towns
everyone smiles and waves like a tilt of the cap
Tell me the real story
Let me remember the smell of burning leaves
No way to disguise
your mustard glaze
A shout out to humor
Who doesnt believe in d-rama
Escape popular and fate
She had a heart
Until it got swallowed
Save myself from me
People can be dynamite in both meanings
When they take it upon themselves to forgive
Should they command such a worldly care
Allowed to take it upon themselves
To say the World is sorry for their silience
She had a lover who had control over everything except control.
It was fiercely shallow
Turn in my hand
But still playing
*Image of Pelosi Leaves Taipei by BBC.
Terra Incognita
Diurnal moments margin in my head,
As metamorphosis pirouettes hands,
Nightmarish recall exit none be said,
An armistice mosey in of spilt sands.
Logjam beliefs wane gains, prosperity,
Erring hand fingered an island nation,
Right foresees windfall, voters clarity,
Left wins Red China, lost the election.
Past oversights also recent letdowns,
Amiss twentieth, twenty-first embed,
Ruse an angle nefarious look rounds,
Dame be a torpedo full speed ahead!
It is a jigsaw board, a puzzling face,
An instance period to bygone years,
A world in awe as one alters a pace,
A nation benign oddity brew peers.
2022 August 25
*2nd Place*
This or That, Vol 13
~~Edward Ibeh: Judged 2022 September 04
Terra Incognita
that familiar refrain
flailing arms in the night
an itch filled torpedo
small but bitey
mozzzzzzzzzzquito!
Bite Sized Poem no50 poetry contest
Perhaps I ought to publish my position
(as if there's anyone disposed to care!):
I'm not convinced that open competition
is profitable. Poets, self-aware,
and full of self-esteem (as many are!)
increasingly seem disinclined to share
the fruits of midnight labour. From afar
(and I do not possess a crystal ball)
I think that I perceive a lowered bar:
requirements (this is just my judgement call)
to dress one's thoughts in rhythm or in rhyme
do not delight our writers. They appal.
We need not think of strictures as a crime.
Does discipline torpedo erudition,
or might it help us grasp at the sublime?
When thoughts cease to flow ~
Where does ego go” prompt
by Unseen Seeker
Ego ego, wherefore art thou, ego
are you inert, in our dreams libido
I cannot sleep, twisting to and fro
need to take, a sugar filled placebo
Not sure I believe or even agree, no
Ego ego, an ineffable growing credo
All our unconscious, cannot veto
where wilful thoughts, do indeed go
Does self-regard need a torpedo
humility answer’s’ only if I believe so
By David Kavanagh N/A
A girl with excessive libido
Was walking the streets of Toledo
A sailor she found
She said, "for a pound
Please sir, can I see your torpedo?"
A New Bawdy Or Humorous Limerick Poetry Contest placed 3rd
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Date wrote: 18th February 2022
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Como una orquesta, es tu sonrisa resonando en cada momento del día
Viendo las grandes verdes praderas pensando únicamente en tus ojos verdes
El cielo azul combina con tus ojos con el mismo tinte con la elegancia de un desfile en Milán
Elegante como la esmeralda
Esmerada en hacerme feliz, de mi corazón eres la auténtica heralda
Soñando con poder verte vestida con las sedas más suaves y finas para luego quitarlas como una animal
Tu carita tan risueña es un recuerdo vivido y constante que penetra mi mente como un torpedo en una batalla naval
Llenos de emoción son tus enunciados de amor
Sin olvidar tus deseos, son unas de las razones para mí diario andar
Y es que, quién puede comprender los corazones, voy yo desafiando a Dios y al universo al enamorarme de tí
Perdido en tu mirada, como algo verdaderamente extraviado, como algo que nunca tuve pero siempre debí
Eso eres tú y y tu belleza, la cual envidian las flores, los colores, las rocas y constelaciones, por tu belleza sin ninguna frontera ni condiciones.
Planes like dragonflies
skimming over the pond*
~Pearl Harbor
*Japanese torpedo aviator remembering December 7, 1941
In the subconscious lies a litany of thoughts
Very many of them deep thoughts
The inevitability of the human mind it is
Thoughts masked by human facade
Or mirrored so the blind can see
Like smoke they may fade away
Like glue they may stick and stay
Action and reaction, choices cast
The effect embrace we must
A starry sky buried in the mind
Puerile, pious, profane, we find
But choices we must make
Hate, love, good, or bad, choices we must make
Sanity and serenity it can breed
Insanity and anxiety may abound
Boats rocked, or storm quelled
From the belly of choices they are birthed
Choices breaks barriers like torpedo
Buried in the mind ever green like avocado
Can make *****sapiens lose libido
Get it right and behold El dorado
Developed cracks deep as crater
I see the sun shining down like water
Unbeknownst to me I was under the influence
Never shall I remain in silence
Make a choice and live with the consequence
Route 66ish No 7
A guy who lived near Sausalido,
Could swim like a well aimed torpedo,
Whilst passing some kelp
He let out a yelp,
Which improved on his flagging libido!
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