Bomber Poems

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Hewitt Cox Aka Brown Bomber (my Godfather)

Hewitt Cox Aka Brown Bomber (my Godfather) long poem

Mr. Hewitt Cox The father of my dreams The hardest working man In the whole entire east Never have I ever Been closer to a 60 year old man We were so close in fact, I call him my best

A Bomber Unspeaks

A Bomber Unspeaks short poem

To find a safe god he traveled inside the books to develop the tradecraft of winning the world. Fog squinted from the sky and elite sun waited in the lobby. Steel-pellets, flesh and body parts will follow, to nip the

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Underscoring

Underscoring short poem

A distraught moon takes a misstep and goes behind the hill to take a holy bath. Disconnects with a trespasser and sends to night, a bouquet of stars with muffled prayers. Shades of lies haunt, in flames of faith. A

Pink Eyes

Pink Eyes short poem

Pigments on rocks were darkening. Violence had permeated like skunk. Enough to go numb. Stream of blood. Entire limbs were missing. You want to go insane, deoxygenated. The bomber was going to face a firing squad. Were you ready to

Democracy

Democracy short poem

To slice a hope in stark terror he thought to bid holy goodbye to destiny, and let himself go in the shadow of weeping deads. The orange moon looked mutilated. Quietly stood a suicide bomber, ready to get killed for

Peace Afterwards

Peace Afterwards short poem

Was it a summer storm of sexuality? Only the chaste statue stood in threads, and then went down the cuticle with nipple rings. The demand of namelessness was rising in the dim shadows of brisk tones. To step down from

Bloodied mouth

Bloodied mouth short poem

Tonight I lift your eyes from the face and paste it on my window. Even death cannot claim the space reversing the age. A bra bomber blows up herself in a windowless cell, to get her a name on the

De…

De... short poem

When hope returns, will you be in alternative mind? Like a praying mantis brooding for a prey in a bowl of momentum while I have a sense of alienation collecting a cloud of Memories ripping open the gates of tears

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Ode To A Soulmate

Ode To A Soulmate prose poem

I remember the years that so quickly have passed; I remember the memories that both of us cast; I remember the trips and the fun that we shared as well as the trials and the times that went bad; I

Bottle

Bottle prose poem

Like a bottle into a sea, I toss thee into the infinite. The never ending roll of waves that make up a brave new brine. Like a bottle into a sea, I toss thee into a new roil. I toss

Poison Is A Woman’s Weapon

Poison Is A Womans Weapon short poem

Poison is a woman’s choice, When it comes to dealing death. Those able hands that ladle love, Can dribble death in dollop; Amative breasts can often sting, Bedaubed in aspine wreath. Poison is a woman’s choice, When it comes to

Rain And A Rainbow

Rain And A Rainbow ballad

I looked from my window into a open space A tree stood lonely and swayed with mighty grace In the sky the clouds were gathering dark with silver lining Circling round and moving like a sheep farm shearing From a

Sand Witchd

Sand Witchd short poem

If I tell the truth I disturb her mind If I tell lie I lit her mind I am often Caught in between Truth and Lie I get disturbed if I hurt her I get more then disturbed If I

Kupfernickled

Kupfernickled short poem

Looked downward – the granite face, to see imprinted kupfernickeled god, lying in dust. From where to where we have come sleepwalking? In freezing winds, like brown angels with swollen lids. White moon-poised to commit suicide? Blindfolded heavy as lead

I Am Drunk On The Hemlock

I Am Drunk On The Hemlock short poem

My lips are black, I am drunk on the hemlock, preferred by you – my life. I am still in love with pain. What not, the trial tried to break my resistance. I will walk on my hands paraplegic legs

A Job Half Done

A Job Half Done ballad

Their first conversation had few words, But seasoned it was with measured laughter. They agreed the tea was good, and the weather pleasant, And decided to meet the weekend after. He worked his beard a tad carefully that morning, And

Expectations

Expectations short poem

You love me and I love you too, I wish I could show you The Snow View. Where pinnacles of mountains, Are covered with the snow. Beautiful valleys full of scented flowers, Are so magnificent,etched in my mind’s bower. Yesterday

Winds

Winds short poem

Trapped in your body a city starts screaming. The master has broken off a huge iceberg. An Antarctica is burning like hermitage from the spark of a red robe. Lips are riddled with lies. No face is left to smile.

The Legacy

The Legacy short poem

There is far too much evil in this long misused world, too much force-fed fear. Too many bent and broken lives adrift on a torrent of tears. Too many innocent children being brainwashed in too many crowded halls. Pointless graffiti

This Is Why I Hate You

This Is Why I Hate You prose poem

You make such lame excuses because you want what amuses hanging out with friends praising on what they find you promise to start life from a new page but like seasons it changes promises from your mouth continuously flow but

The Mind House

The Mind House short poem

The Mind House I am the agent of my own, busy, cluttered house of my mind, situated on the cockpit of self. I am trying to rent out space for prospective ideas to move in. It’s a semi furnished place,

Barren Tree

Barren Tree short poem

The rivers run with tears As oceans bear the rain Sailors sail through fears With no promise of terrain Only to dwell and reach this land That moans with sorrow and grief Only to hold on to a lonely hand

On Agony

On Agony short poem

A transfixed agony sometimes denies, To cross the borders of pleading eyes, Abstracting with it’s hue their salient desires, In illusions of depths mystifies, In undiscovered tongues, secretly carves, Lamentations of unborn goodbyes! Of reflecting truths are liquors blamed, When

A Gleaming Scar

A Gleaming Scar short poem

What? The moon’s beautiful? Yes, ’tis so beautiful and how fakely indeed, oh, so foolish are the minstrel , to weave wreathes for thee. Thou misshapen tenebrous orb; What are thou so conceited about? Thy brilliance is not thine own,

Enigma

Enigma short poem

Light of illumination filled the tiny vortex of my mind A world colored river earth cloud and storm Forestry crosswinds and fire Ah natural madness beautiful madness A sweet perfect chaotic choir So I can drown snug in a sublime

Small Talk

Small Talk short poem

Surge in hidden chastity enters the torch but the enemy was within. Brown clouds over the black carbon, glaciers were melting; the assault rifle stands alone in snow. This was not ignorance, a purposeful denial of white truce in the

Mother Did Something Right

Mother Did Something Right short poem

My mother did many things right. But I’m thankful she taught me to be polite. Even with all that I struggles with in life, I never strayed from her advice. I needed her love more than dad’s. Not the many

WELL (INT)ENDED!

WELL (INT)ENDED! long poem

FITS AND STARTS For a cold winter’s day When you’re, maybe, all sad and forlorn, Here’s a tale, Which, to many, may not be known. It may not be a mystery, it may not evoke fear, But it shall make

What Is Beauty?

What Is Beauty? long poem

What is beauty? Is it on a cloudless night, when every star that has ever lived is in the sky, in your and only your sight, and it’s nothing you have ever seen before? Is it when the sun neither

A Woman And A River

A Woman And A River prose poem

A woman and a river know not how much depth she carries, know not which way she turns know not how many mysteries hidden in bosom beauty lies in her mystic curves and eternal flow a woman and a river

Your Vote

Your Vote long poem

He comes with a bowl of courtesy and begs you to to fill the Bowl with your valuable vote He promises moon and treats you like God You feel special for his flattering words Come the D-day to vote in

Ebola, the African Plague

Ebola, the African Plague long poem

It is not every tear that glitters, Neither is every curse tied to positive tides, But it is only the positive tides that glitter. It is not every damnation that flees, It is not every succumbing dream that prevails, Neither,

Other Childhood

Other Childhood long poem

It was my childhood, Beyond those memories, When I cross, I get to see that ocean, That never came out, Out of those boundaries, Boundaries of lashes, Lashes hiding behind, Behind all those smiles, Smiles that were meant to cry,

Fire And Jealousy

Fire And Jealousy short poem

A stick of match is needed to lit the fire An iota of ego is required to build up the jealousy Fire spreads the light jealousy spreads the hatred Fire generates warmth jealousy generates breach of peace Fire needed to

The Devil’s Stage

The Devils Stage short poem

The Devil’s in charge of the world in his hands Everywhere you look his power expands The little boy’s father who shoots up in the car The little girl’s mother with bruises and scars From the top of the world

To Be Wise

To Be Wise prose poem

What makes a person wise? Reaching for the skies? The schemes they devise? Or knowing life’s true prize? I’ve heard early to and early to rise makes a person healthy, wealthy and wise. If being wise is showing experience, good

Time

Time short poem

Forever is in an hour, forever is in a minute, forever is in a second, in all the time I have dreamed of it. I wish I could understand eternity, I wish I could have a better sense of time,

Self Confidance

Self Confidance short poem

One may have lower IQ but his convincing capacity can make the listener lose a bit of his own IQ One may have higher IQ but lack of his self confidence can result in utter failure to convince the listener

Stick In The Mud

Stick In The Mud long poem

you hear voices through the veins of unearthed societal rampage a whole host of angels driving us forward filtered through the solace of my mind the tempter deals in the fade to black notion of reality we swerve to release

The Light In The Dark

The Light In The Dark short poem

We meet a lot of people along the way, But only a few connect and stay the same way. Many impact us in ways we never thought of, Some happy, some say, But i met them all, I am glad.

Broken Heart

Broken Heart ballad

I’ll give you my heart, my soul, my thoughts, my words, my love, I’ll give you me, I’ll give you all this so you will know I love you more then life can ever be. But if I do, then