History War Poems

For Jason and his Argonauts, golden wool was theirs to fleece
For the British, Iran's oil was theirs to drill and steal
In '53 the West led...

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When missiles fly
The Mullahs lie
They bide their time
To turn the tide

Their constant bluster
Now short of luster
For why we ask
No God sent task

To build a bomb
With...

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June 21, 2025

For the Beatles 'Lay it to Me' song Contest by Charles Messina


The old iron curtain came down
But soon a clown reclaimed the crown
Ruthless...

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Christian daimyo, Yukinaga Konishi
Born a merchant, became Commander of the Sea
Granted favour by God and man
Defended faith throughout the land

The youth once granted his father's...

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No More War

Marching boots echo
no birds sing in the  
shattered valleys.

Children’s toys buried
beneath the smoking ruins
where  are they ?

Flags wave in triumph,
but mothers...

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What makes it okay to bomb a nation?
Kill so many who don’t have a station?
Destroy a country, cities and families?
Women, babies, children and men—all tragedies—
Who...

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The world shows us one thing,
but behind it, something darker lives.
We’re told stories shaped by power,
not truth.
They write history to fit their plans.
They call it...

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Hit them where it hurts

President Trump said “Ukraine has no cards to play to end war with Russia”. Yet deep inside Russia, Ukraine masterfully destroys...

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


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Cleopatra,

I investigate your eyes
through Nile mist that weaves,
jade butterflies that never fly
sable tresses hanging over leopards
bole skin on the border of Venusian dreamcatchers

Gilded diadems dance...

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Eight decades past world war two was at its last gasp.'
Parades were to folow.' Nazi Germany was beaten hollow
Like a drum..'Some scenes echo.' And make...

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From East to West
let my servant's trumpet
announce this victory
over those who defied me;
no Greek dares to fight me:
I am their uttermost deity! 

They named me...

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Edvard's exile could not deter
the course as it flowed
or blood that drove
through his body

life had to change
when the soldiers came
bringing tanks and arms of oppression

machines...

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The room was still when Power knocked—
 not loud, not proud, but sure.
 The Chair sat waiting, velvet-backed,
 untouched, and made to endure.

The walls had...

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And still his death haunts webbed wide world post American Civil War

Preface: On the evening of April 14, 1865, while attending a special performance of...

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