War Imagery Poems

Are my thoughts too loud,
Does the breeze of my breath graze your skin in the heat of summer?
And my hands cling too tightly that your...

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In the cup
Of my hands,
I caught
Cool raindrops;
Blowing breath
Into warm palms,
I watered fields of lilies
And quenched thirsting doves:-

An awakening smile
Quickly frowned
At the sound
Of loud, bursting bombs
And...

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Under the cadence of footsteps on worn cobblestones,
At the café where steaming cups held time hostage,
Eyes met and lingered, a glance stretched into an eternity.
A...

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Brains and guts orbit the soul—
that polar star searing in the marrow of being.

I was born somewhere between Einstein’s neurons
Ginsburg beat poetry, the birth of...

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Canvassers of the word, from the fireplaces of

Pregnant minds let us, with ebullient enthusiasm,

Pen flaming words to melt away the dismay in a world

Wrought with...

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Canvassers of the word, from the fireplaces of

Pregnant minds let us, with ebullient enthusiasm,

Pen flaming words to melt away the dismay in a world

Wrought with...

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The Valley's Veins

Where mountains weep a silent tear,
And Chinar leaves turn crimson near,
A whisper rises, soft and low,
Of stories that the valleys know.
Of voices hushed,...

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There was a battle within me
A silent war amidst my own people
 the reason for which I could never understand.
In this conflict I was fighting...

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Energy found its way through the rigorous
rigamarole of trial and error of those persistent
like the Wright Brothers, the Curies, or Thomas 
Edison, and others. The...

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As the music played, eyes strayed,
She moved; she grooved...On fire!
Her hands explored, own flesh adored,
She read then fed my desire.
 
Together we danced, eyes romanced,
Lust...

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An excerpt from my new short story:

After Adolf received Alois' final inheritance in 1913, he moved to Munich, Germany. During his Vienna years living in...

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ehæl cyning læteþ burg scríðan,
Wyrd oft nereð unfægne eorl
Scúrheard scearp, sceadu scínende.
Gástlíc græg góma, gealgtreow blíðe
Wælstowe weard, wulf on heolstre. 
Dagas sind gewitene, dreór on...

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Horrors of War

I can see the sky exploding, falling overhead
Filling us with horror and dread
Killing innocent people in the name of religion, race and creed
Or...

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The weight of lives, lost and saved, presses on my soul. I’ve traded death for death, a grim currency that buys no peace. The battlefield...

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