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Forum topicAnti-War Poetry patmac1119 years 11 months ago

My stories

pain flowers

petals of depressions feral, pistols of regrets visceral, thorns of feelings torn, styles of lands defiled by industrial war, anthers of reviled cancers, sepals of amorous advances repulsed,
Gold cherry

a Bradley Manning poem

small gay and elfish in wire-rim glasses, the world-wide earthquake sleeps naked in his cell shivering at the soft vengeance of the American military machine

Winter's Muse

Flattened pumpkins are left out to fertilize the forlorn fields. The black bird sings strange notes from the frozen thousand-fingered bower and primitive icicles
Cherry

March of the Skeletons

marching skeleton martinets fresh from the farms and tenements wielding tanks and bayonets... right, left, right, left grand, valiant, bloody, bereft, England, France, England,

the horns of "nevermore"

as the moon howls at the dogs and the leaves rise into the trees, skeletons in smart suits with shining pins shimmy their jazz knees and swing the skinless ladies about

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