War. Poems

pelelui

sunlight …

like shards of glass it
shreds the emerald green bamboo trunks
dazzling my eyes like gods -
swaying … whispering
a torrid breeze carries the horror …
what we’ve yet to witness we
can smell ahead of us
no escaping,
just the morbid bet -
what shape will the reaper take today?
what new terror will turn?
on a different calendar this is paradise -
a

The Dangers of Mankind is Man

Mara’s hair colour touched by time, her voice hedged—struggling to find its way to me
She had once tried to kill herself.
My flippant thought: Did you succeed?
She looked as she had.

An abandoned relic, bopped-up, surfacing
in her drenched memories—Arbeit macht frei.
The stench of horror clings to her bare flesh,
worn as a wetsuit of near death, 
unwashable, unforgettable—always

Fight for what's right

I'm refusing to lose hope
there's rising evil in this idyllic world
~ let me catch my breath



Wordku: 5-7-5 words

AP: Honorable Mention 2025

SARDONCA

Surviving the waves of pain,
   Loss of three children that she gained.
   Flowing into a pit of despair.
   Home burned.
   Taken away.
   Raped until her uterus faded one day.
   Left starving on a lost shore.
   No hope anymore.
   Hair

Poverty of Ideas

If we are the sheep,
then leaders must be shepherds,
guiding us to rest, to water, to fulfillment.
But if they fail—
what is the need to follow them into deserts of despair?

The world is broken not by famine of bread,
but by famine of vision.
Men with poverty of ideas sit in the driver’s seat,
and we wonder why the cart

A Soldier's Prayer

I was at war,
fighting for my nation.
Blood stained the ground,
the sounds of guns and bombs
pierced our ears—
like ominous words carved in the air.

When I lifted my head,
I saw us fighting with one hand,
while others already lay lifeless.

Our families prayed,
hoped we’d return safely.
But as I looked at the sky,
time stopped for a breath.

And I whispered—
“God, even

Prince of the Power of the Air

                 (Woe to Ariel: Nuclear Armageddon)
 Amos 9:1-10, Mat. 24:15-16, Ezek. 8:16, Dan. 7:25, Eph. 2:1-3, Rev. 22:16

                     

Kill By The Sword, Die By The Bullet

Inspired by Bruce Dickinson song Darkside of Aquarius 
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On the wings of the first hellrider were venoms ~
so prodigious they were shrouded in veils of darkness,
to erase the traces of his passing,
and deceive mothers from hiding their children from the eastern warmonger.

From molten rocks and flaming seas arose the second hellrider,
hawking the fares of evil

In a proxy war

In a clash of burgers and biryani,
Manchurian with Russian fares so many,
All else that watch the fun
From fence with just bread-bun…
To guess who’ll lose, who’ll win,
It’s too early a scene,
Seems, burgers might lose their ‘reserved’ penny.
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Happenings |04.09.2025| humour, world, war
Note: A proxy war is going on in the world, the western developed countries versus the

Trump Delivers!

US President Donald Trump delivers! 

Disappearing people, 
people aren’t illegal
The inefficiency of DOGE
Nothing makes sense, it’s all a mirage
Ignoring the Supreme Court,
immigrant prisoner’s fees come up short
Drastic aid cuts kill people overseas, 
bringing back rare disease
I’m not bashing the Trump agenda 
Sipping a five-dollar coffee and Splenda
It’s inflation, and his
insatiable appetite for tariffs in other

Tears of Venezuela

America enters not as shepherd,
but as wolf cloaked in justice.

You called Chávez tyrant,
you brand Maduro a trafficker—
yet your own markets drink the poison
you pretend to purge.

O America, double-tongued master of shadows,
you strike ships in waters that belong to none,
and proclaim yourself the law.

But power without restraint breeds fear,
and fear sharpens the knives of the forgotten.

The

Listen to the Wind

"The answer is blowin' in the wind" ~ Bob Dylan, 1963

One fine day, I sat upon my hammock, swayin'.
I heard the breeze, and asked, "what are you sayin?"
 
    "Would you truly like to know?", he said with a gust, 
     "I'll tell you if I must", stirring up

China’s Parade of Victory

Truth is a dagger—painful,
yet healing when it cuts deep.
History does not lie:
the Imperial Japanese Army,
once a beast of discipline and fire,
marched on arrogance,
believing steel could bend the world.

But time betrayed them.
China, unarmed, hungry,
with no advanced weapons,
stood in defiance,
its discipline sharper than any blade.
And when the dust settled,
it was China, scarred yet unbroken,
who rose from the

The Enterprise of War and Disease

Two of the most profitable enterprises of mankind:
War and disease {natural or otherwise). 
These are what drives politics and policies.
That's why wars will forever be
why cures for disease are all but extinct.
Another enterprise has arrived -population control.
See numbers one and two above for further clarity.

GO AHEAD--MAKE MY DAY

GO AHEAD, MAKE MY DAY!*
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There once was a squirrel named Clint,
who lived in tree branches in Eastwood near Flint. 
     With an armored tank near,
     he ruled without fear,
for in Eastwood, with his reign Clint was content.

The rabbits did quake in their burrows,
while Clint fired acorns like

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