War Verse Poems

An untold story of black British history 

Throughout history our voices have been silenced 
But what happens When they take it further and murder us?
What...

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The west may be attacked in four years a German military
Officer advises.' This after forty years of enc-roaching
N a t o by extra-sizing..And three years...

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Recently, there was a subtled battle,
Between the sound from a shop and the piano.
At first, it was just a little issue,
Then it grew bigger and...

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Silence isn’t quiet —
it’s the scream stuck in my throat,
the venom dripping from broken teeth,
the promise shattered on cracked floors.

Your silence is a fist
beating against...

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Serried spirits walk on the wind

Paratrooper raindrops collecting courage before descent

Drunk off your paints, tasting life in your landscape 

Heart ablaze, my fantasies have been...

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Readying the cannon for war
Barricading the mind for battle
Protecting thy neck from the noose
Flexing my arms to brace for impact

Walking through trial’s gate 
Veering in...

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history reflects as...
a reverse-all of
some aspect of
who is what where...


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A Lament for Justice

They raised a flag of heaven blue
Over ashes not yet cold,
Spoke of peace with silver tongues
While selling souls for gold.

It was born...

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In her sixties, of Swedish descent, robustly built 
and amply breasted, the girth of her thighs bulging

under her white lab frock like a Henry Moore...

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From the ashes of struggle, we rose—
I, Mao, with fire.
I, Deng, with reform.
Now, Xi walks where dragons tread,
With silence sharper than swords.

Taiwan waits—not to be...

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They came with dust on their boots and a morning star,
Shadows of boyhood still clinging to their shoulders—
They were sons of the land, faces bright...

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A Silent Walk in the Woods

It’s the first of June. Beautiful sunny day. 
The play of light and shadow is amazing. This is a pure...

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A tremor, deep inside,
when the unexpected word
strikes home. Not a fist,
not a shout, but a whisper,
a casual dismissal,
or a glance held too long,
or not long...

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On a moonless night riding back from my tired job
I opened my wallet on the bus
Giving the conductor a few bucks
The conductor gave me a...

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it comes alive, stirring the soul
waking the spirit to a world
painted by snowfall’s gentle brush
like a white canvas, the first steps
across the blanketed path
leave imprints...

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