War Verse Poems

A son embarks on 
The worlds wanders
Triumphant in his dreams
Swallow’s unrelenting blunders
Mother hugs him
Father gripes
Our only child
In the war of stripes
Elicit drums beat
For his fight
Mother...

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Politics
in Hyde Park
was at the end of a shtick

FDR’s mouthpiece
a cigarette holder
suspended over
his spinning wheels

Pearl Harbor
a puff of smoke

It was a new deal
It was big

The...

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If one was to poll Americans nation wide
and ask them if they supported apartheid.
Most would defensively deny and say, 
only our allies..
If we asked most...

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A bitter piece 
of peace
may be all the peace
we get, but any piece
of peace
is worth a bit of peace
to someone.

...

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The lady with red dreadlocks Toni Townsend 
Johnson henry she was one rasta Andrews female 
drug dealer from the devils triangle in Tampa outside 
USF...

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What an unfree newspaper writes 

According to a leading English newspaper
the alarm is the upcoming election 
will labor be back in power
like that would be...

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In the hush of a May morning,
I wander through the murmurs of a forgotten meadow,
where time weaves through the tall grass,
and the stones speak softly...

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Proud 
Heroes 
I salute you  
Red white and blue soldiers  
Green Beret guts, return whole please 
For you, I wear my red poppy...

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As mother watched
a ball rolled on friendly sand,
red and white and blue and yellow,
through a thoughtful tearful haze

a forest of blurred legs
in parched pursuit -

shovels...

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In the realm where shadows dance with light,
War prowls like a beast in the dead of night.
Its tendrils reach, its claws extend,
A force of destruction,...

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The rain fogged my window and thoughts
It triggered the grief of losing you
It cried for me when I couldn't
What I would give just to see...

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As I sit wandering about the south 
side of Chicago captured effortlessly 
by the tall dandelions watching the 
lightening bugs rest on sunken cattails 
we...

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the balance of power

When Kennedy lit Nikita's cigar 
no one said
Nikita, smoking is not a good thing for you
America could not accept a foreign power
so...

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They handed it to me  
The heavy green wool jacket
Circa 1918

Found safe in an attic
In its pockets
“dogtags”
Shoe buckles
And a small bracelet
Etched…NELLIE.

He had come home
He...

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Such a disaster

self-tanning cream
the pride of looking sporty
the mirror pulls face

deep philosophy
the poet is in deep water
saved by çow tide 

one type of success 
when...

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