Mushroom Cloud Poems - Poems about Mushroom Cloud

Itchy Fingers? I don’t mind dying in a nuclear war. As long as it’s quick, not a lingering bore. It’ll give the elite a chance to see the cloud. Kill off the plebs in a crimson shroud. I know their fingers are itching. To press the oblivion button. See what happens, from Moscow to Sutton. and all the places in between, They’ll watch it...

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(science) (has delivered) (many useful things) (to the mankind) (except for the) (weapons) (for war and) (mass destruction) (the worst and the most) (deadly amongst these is the) (atom bomb, the explosion) (of which produces) (mushroom-shaped cloud) (that billows upward) (with debris, smoke, water) (vapor along with the radioactive fission) (particles that get dispersed menacingly by the wind) (far away from the rising central column) (with the message of death) (we shouldn’t...

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Takeover Taiwan Sino-Russ aims at Ukraine Edges burnt and crisp...

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Fires at a blue pills lab threw up a cloud Settling over the town like a great shroud And this gigantic mushroom Created a baby boom Because all of the men were very proud... Tom Cunningham It’s no wonder men of the town were proud Knowing what was in that gigantic cloud The ladies became cranky From all the...

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Air-Bourn Into the 20th Century David J Walker I was one of the soldiers who Missed the target of the jump Nine months up in a cloudless sky Where some were chosen to live And others to die Before their boots hit the ground Where I found myself in a Mid -20th Century place that Didn’t need me to be Prole fodder Although...

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Duck And Cover Drill David J Walker I still Remember the drills Holding our heads under The third-grade desks “Perfect,” our teacher said Repeat after me “Duck and Cover” “Duck and cover” And us boys on the Playground With wide-eyed pride That our town Was important enough For the Russians to bomb With nuclear weapons Pueblo Had a weapons depot That no one...

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trench foot ankle deep fanfares baptize innocence – bugles sound defeat 30th January 2020...

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Lucifer, To The Enola Gay by Michael R. Burch Go then, and give them my meaning so that their teeming streets become my city. Bring back a pretty flower— a chrysanthemum, perhaps, to bloom if but an hour, within a certain room of mine where the sun does not rise or fall, and the moon, although it is content to shine, helps nothing at all. There, if I...

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The aftermath of climate change will last, global warming will be devastating. Worldwide, ocean waters are rising fast; if short-sighted lies keep circulating, some islands could be a thing of the past. Coastal cities contemplate building walls, but I'm afraid it's too little too late. Politicians hedge when disaster falls; chairing committees to secretly debate drastic options while the government stalls. When the rains no...

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Above our heads that cloud Mushroom shaped death With a pyroclastic promise Of incineration leaving Nothing but our shadows That we can only hope Carries upon it no pain No suffering as we just vanish Along with most other Life and species on this planet And a nuclear winter Lasting for many long years But with no one to mourn No one to shed a tear I take no...

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A whirlpool is stirring in my half empty cup Until I’m intoxicated on my wavering path I tumble from dizzying heights halfway up My life is a nuclear winter in the aftermath All I’m gifted are signs of a dead-end ahead The light in the tunnel is a mushroom cloud How I love the euphoria as I storm ahead My...

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~*~ mushroom cloud of war howling winds with lightning bolts anger in the clouds ~~**~~ ~*~ haiku/senryu blended hybrid...

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Only a fool would Pyrocumulus mushroom Nuclear horror http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war4.php...

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