WAR WILL END DAY ONE
RUSSIA AND UKRAINE BE DONE
A TALL TALE TRUMP’S SPUN
I hear the cannons in the distance
I hear the screams and the weapons
I hear the whistling of bullets
I hear the lament of all this suffering
I see the buildings collapsing
I see blood flowing everywhere
I see the horrors of war
I see the body of that lifeless child.
I cry with all my body
I cry with all my tears
I cry for not being brave enough
I cry for not being able to stop everything
I vomit these soldiers without a heart
I vomit with all my body these rapists
I vomit seeing them attack innocents
I vomit all the tortures committed by these monsters.
I smell the smoke from gutted buildings and houses
I smell the decomposition of bodies lying alone in the streets
I smell the powder of cannons and missiles
I smell the odors mixing and making me dizzy.
Glory to you, people of Ukraine
Glory to your courage
Glory to your resilience
Your battles carry what we have forgotten: the price of Freedom.
Joël Charvillat
PUTIN AT CROSSROAD
WAR NOT HOW AS SHOULD UNFOLD
NO GAS BEING SOLD
BAD NEWS ON WAR FRONT
THAT PUTIN WAS NOW CONFRONT
REGRETTING THIS STUNT
DRONES IN RUSSIA, SOAR
FORTRESS RUSSIA IS NO MORE
THERE IS MORE IN STORE
GOP REVOLT
GIVE UKRAINE A FUNDING JOLT
FROM TRUMP THEY DO BOLT
CRAM INTO ONE DAY
SO MUCH BAD NEWS FOR TODAY
TRAGIC ONE ACT PLAY
TRUMP PAY ATTENTION
PUTIN FACING DISSENSION
UNDER MUCH TENSION
poems this mine here else often lists
economical text much inferred
few words fewer articles prepositions conjunctions sometimes needed
rhymes or not
short but slowing fast world trick make think
visual poems stolen cummings
is new question un marked re able
s pa
ce s
runonswhereeveryfit together
i don't know how you know
it's yours now
maybe makes much sense war
98% genocide
rev wright was right
possible not since rexulti
kill bear with ukraine cannon fodder
so iran can't stop merrikkael turning gaza
gehenna turning resort luxury hotels casinos
offshore oil rigs election want blame drumpf
but have zero credibility ever after praising president credit cards and truancy warden
go ahead watch strait hormuz raise inflation
like when merrika blew nordstream blame other monster
say her name Irena came to United States seeking freedom found death
TRUMP HAS TAKEN ONE
PUTIN WITH UKRAINE NEAR DONE
CHINA WANTS TAIWAN
TRUMP IS PUTIN‘S CLOWN
PUTIN DOING A SHAKE DOWN
WITH THIS, TRUMP IS DOWN
TRUMP PICKS VLAD NOT VLOD
VLAD IS SUCH AN EVIL SO
TRUMP THINKS VLAD A GOD
You saw the lines weren't too long
so you went for the gas first--
spend a little time, save a lot of
money you thought. But it took
longer than you expected [too
many 'tank's as you call SUVs
filling up their 50 gallon tanks]
so by the time you went into the
giant store, you were feeling like
a crab trapped in a net as you
wrestled through the weekend
army of bargain hunters....
Finally at home, you plopped
down in your comfy chair as
the nightly news came on and
sipped fresh brewed French
roast and ate a piece of rich
chocolate cake you bought at
Costco and felt a bit sad for
those poor people in Ukraine
as you watched war in hi-def....
Still, the thoughts uppermost in
your mind as your eyes scanned
so many dead bodies lying quiet
in the streets like stones thrown
randomly was just how damn
good the coffee was and how
much you had saved going to
the big box store....
Title: Children of Broken Promises
(25 Lines)
They signed their names in ink made of blood,
A treaty scrawled on the bones of the poor.
They shook hands under marble skies,
While cities burned in silent uproar.
Children played with bullets for toys,
Lullabies hummed in the throat of a drone.
A mother stitched hope into her shawl,
But war tore the thread and left her alone.
What prayer can pierce a soldier’s ear?
What hymn can silence a tyrant’s laugh?
They plant flags like daggers in the earth,
And call it freedom—this butcher’s craft.
The rivers carry whispers of bones,
The mountains echo their iron song.
History bleeds through pages of lies,
As empires fall and yet march on.
O children of broken promises,
Your cries are etched on a shattered sky.
You are the ink in tomorrow’s poems,
You are the reason the stars still try.
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