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 over 40 warplanes that could carry nuclear weapons, using smuggled drones; simultaneously attacks multiple air fields. Russia loses an estimated $7,000,000,000 dollars in one day. This is the one for the history books
It’s what you call “the art of war”
Unseen, unheard, not done before
Hit in the balls, the chin and mug
Ukraine plants hurtful wartime slug
The “Trojan Horse” of modern times
Payback for vicious bloody crimes
Can’t puff your cheeks, the air’s gone
Deprives the evil of its brawn
No one can tell them what to do
Defeating goons is peace, that’s true
As heavy blow, as ever been
Support the noble fight, to win
Burned planes launched heaviest attacks
Could threaten world with N-word axe
And now they’re gone, ain’t that a shame?
We watch. Hey, “Slava to Ukraine”!
June 2, 2025
Categories:
warplanes, war,
Form: Rhyme
Why does love come with crying? When its totality settles in and the sacrifice is known, how else could it be? Love, so happenstance, making itself fodder for blues music, and it will break your heart! Serving as the culmination of something larger than ourselves and making our lives worth living for. Just ask all those who have gone before us, those who have found its sublimity and those who haven't. It is what holds this world together. Boats and warplanes are named after loved ones, as the pilots might not see their loved ones again. Since the dawn of man, because of the importance of children in their lives, making love even that more iconic, it has ranked up there with wars in the eyes of the beholders, and its final beating will come with the crying of all those who loved its owner, left with but the memories of its grandeur, a simple kiss, and a heartfilled look in the eye!
Categories:
warplanes, lost love,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
“
Is This a Way to Live”
“The Innocent”
As warplanes thunder overhead
We rise from our beds
And wonder,
Is this a way to live?
“The Soldier”
As he crouches in a frozen trench
Amidst the falling snow
He wonders,
Is this a way to live?
“The Mother”
As she lays to eternal rest
Her little one,
She wonders,
Is this a way to live?
“The Refugee”
She cannot explain
Her hunger pains
She wonders,
Is this a way to live?
“The Commander”
How many more
Must I send to their graves
He wonders,
Is this a way to live?
“The Priest”
As he prepares the body
For Its journey to the other side
He wonders,
Is this a way to live?
When the dust settles,
The warplanes are quieted,
The flowers planted,
We must ask,
Why are we living this way?
Categories:
warplanes, emotions, sad, thanksgiving day,
Form: Free verse
Splashed Craft
The war started decades ago
When alien craft flew here and there
Interacting with various aeroplanes
Some were good encounters
Others bad including crashes
And kidnapped planes in the sky
Now the warplanes fire back
Shooting down unknown craft
The CCP turtles started it
With their crap spy balloon
That wasn’t so crap
It went here and there
Listening recording filming
Before being splashed
Followed by many others
Splashed by supersonic jets
Over North America in war
The new war of flying craft
Being brought down by planes
Who made these craft?
Are they made here or elsewhere?
What powers them and are they dangerous
So many questions no answers
Will the aliens invade?
One thing is certain
The crap spy balloon was Chinese
I’ll blame the CCP turtles
For all the others
Even alien made craft!
Categories:
warplanes, flying, journey, satire, technology,
Form: Blank verse
"Fate is something which we never ask for or desire to happen, but which takes place, sometimes by forces outside our control and sometimes through our own actions"
By Poet
Dizzy, we stand at the edge of a precipice,
Looking, in fear on our Earth
Boiling, bubbling, and steaming
With streams of blood flowing
Warplanes blanket the sky.
Volcanic sounds pierce the ear.
Booms of gun shots rent the air
Lightning passes blinding the eye
A sword dangles on a thread
Ready to fall anytime over our heads.
Might dissipates men’s sight
From everywhere rises the bleak cry for help
Can we avert our fate…?
Alas, it is a fate of our own making!
Friends, toll the bells!
Fall on our knees and pray,
To all Gods we can call.
We are on the brink of an apocalypse.
For the time being, we are on a truce.
But soon the war cry would sound,
And we have to succumb to our dreadful fate.
Feb. 17. 2023
~ Placed Second~
Writing Challenge- F words Poetry Contest
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Categories:
warplanes, angst, conflict, fate, war,
Form: Free verse
from SELL OUT
Nick Armbrister
New Planes
They say peace will reign but in America/they build many new warplanes/the new B-21 Raider bomber/what a nightmare dream for enemies/plus the superb V-280 Valor tilt rotor/moving troops twice as fast/what will be revealed next?/state of the art lethal aircraft/utterly the best beyond compare/Red China and Putin's Russia has cool birds/but nothing to compare to America/peace does not and never will sell/prepare for war with new planes
Categories:
warplanes, america, flying, technology,
Form: Blank verse
Hill 1700
That's right
You can see most hills
But all are hours to hike to
As for the hill 1700
Did you climb it and look about?
What was the planes bombing tunnels?
I wanna see it
The bomb impact sites visible in the pic
Boom cool as
Wish I had such pix of Mt Mataba
When I was bored in work
Before CCP virus
I’d look up and pretend
I could see the wartime sky
And see the Yankee warplanes
Making their run ins
To shoot rocket napalm bomb
Cool as hell
That destruction...
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Categories:
warplanes, america, history, war,
Form: Verse
Windmills and cornfields are all this life may seem.
Stories and hopes of a future is all we tend to dream,
children in the dark, as the shadow that covers the lark,
as the edge of the nightfall comes the dogs began to bark,
as shameful as we are, a dream so close but yet so far,
again we fallen from grace, its kind of like the the tortuse and hair that raced,
i ask us only to embrace,
seems as simple as the childish look on my face,
I only ask for peace,
it slips through our hands , as covered in grease,
I know the world is awake,
for as real as warplanes and crisis we make,
our quest for peace is a fake,
as unearthly and demonic as our hunger for steak,
for our future is in the hands of the choices we make!
Categories:
warplanes, america,
Form: ABC
Sits beside his window, his red-rimed eyes
Unseeing
In his mind are sunsets and rainbows,
And shining stars in the dense cold blackness
Of space
He listens to the laughter of children, mixed
With the static roar of the engines
Of ancient warplanes,
And longs for the cool, loving caress
Of the sea
He dreams of a place where every decision
Is right,
And every game played
Is won
And the mezzo-forte of day diminishes
To the pianissimo of dusk, he wonders,
Did I do it right ?
May I play
Again ?
Categories:
warplanes, absence, allusion,
Form: Free verse
Hear them come trough the sky, now watch them fall on us all, it will kill, is over now,
we gonna go to heaven and let the world our, corpse to see, reveal the hate the world
holds for this life.
Bones covered by blood, we stand and watch, missile are falling down, warplanes, hazing
the sky, the clouds are turning grey and the waters black, the blood of our friends is
making a river on the streets.
A common strenght burying pleasures, now we look at the cross with reckless eyes, respect
for the dead, more fights, more of it to come, i saw them fall, you watched me die, what
was your first tough when the missiles strike down my lands?
Hold on, stop this now, loyalty wins the space, respect is unafected, get ready, we're
gonna die now, the earth is no longer ok, watch them fall, watch them bring beauty to the
world, you like it right, is what you wish for, now they hunt you down.
For a life well behaved, we are all innocent, deserve to remark the fact we all live ok,
so good when we cried for help and so soft the touch of mother, father fights war, i love
i can drink water again, but please don't forget we watch them fall...
Categories:
warplanes, war
Form: I do not know?