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Vincent S Coster Apr 2018
Pretty little mushrooms

Growing in the sky

8 feet, 50 feet, 100 feet high

Blasts of radiation  

Blows us all away

When it turns to midnight

In the middle of the day
This poem uses a childlike rhyming pattern to act as a chilling juxtaposition to the gruesome nature of the use of nuclear weapons. It is an anti-war poem and anti-nuclear proliferation poem that highlights the poet's strong belief in non-violence. It begins with the simple imagery of pretty little mushrooms, however, it quickly changes in tone as the mushrooms grow unnaturally high blowing us away with blasts of radiation. It then ends with the reference to the Doom's Day Clock turning to midnight in the middle of the day.

© Vincent S. Coster 2018
young people all across this country
     (The United States Of America),
     this middle aged papa doth adore
stand arm against
     pervasive arms that didst bore

un-necessary slain school students
     robbing society of core
as unwitting targets,
     sans vibrant youths
     forever snatched to enter door

of homes, where loving
     kith and kin no longer behold
a cherished biological product
     lowered six feet under into cold
terra firmae, where Mother Earth

     entombs the fruits
     (ripened to their prime), now...en fold
did taken down by random bullets, which gold
din precious person murdered,
     where maniacal gunman didst hold

down the trigger, which high powered weapon
     loosed asper indiscriminate aim
mass destruction
     of sons and/or daughters killed fired,
     whence slug didst claim

another abhorrent statistic
     from easy access snatching a darling dame
or handsome lad, while soundless horror
     many a countenance
     doth non verbally exclaim

the profound sadness,
     now murdered offspring
     solely enshrined within picture frame
where sorry lost life haint no board game

yet, random dice throw
     courtesy of second amendment
     fuels American's passion
     asper right to bear arms, particularly re: cent  
spate of wanton mounting killed

     (within storied halls of academia)
     spurred many well organized national event
     reached a tipping point,
     where lock, stock and barrel deadly age gent

brought together this day
     (March 24 th, 2018), an immense crowd
staged across America within major metropolitan areas
     (from sea to shining sea) with actions loud
her than his words,

     suffusing this older dada to feel proud
unsure if thine eldest progeny joined
     the Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
swell organized protests, which wowed!
Nicholas Fonte Mar 2018
Awaken o' youth of legend
It is time to bring evil the end
On your own accord
you will raise your sword
-Oh, wait is that a rapier?
I'm sorry things got hazier
over on the scri-what? It's a claymore
now? This is getting really sore
Excuse me? It's apparently an estoc
Those aren't very easy to block
with but-wait nevermind, I think it's a katana?
Ok, whatever, do you just wanna
"cut" to the chase?
Woah wait it's not a mace
Dont expect me to rhyme
every line... all the time
Sorry this has gotten out of hand
But, I hope you understand
That it doesn't matter what it is
You are our hero who will finish this
IrieSide Feb 2018
Movement of time collides
with tear drop melody
darkened angel
to final day symphony:

gun blasts in homeland
enter familiar flesh-
different tongues conceal
common threads that makes us

wounded souls call for God
in bomb dimpled lands-
far from American eyed reach
and inside

amidst spiritual sands

Treading with foot print patterns
around rock’s pure holiness
meditating in temples
laden in gold tributes

seeking truth’s distant comfort

guns blast in homelands
families wonder why-

pain embraces consciousness
dripping hints of salvation
into thick Iron pools
of Christ’s calling

red horse not so distant
seven seals awakening
run back to one
it’s time to find love
The tragic happenings of todays time.
SelinaSharday Feb 2018
Ø It ain't safe Ø
Rejoice for every missed soul a bullet fails to slaughter..
Anguish and sorrow for every soul  bullets used to masecure.
Bullets..weapons of war.. used for hunting of innocent humans.
Others giving resistence saying rights to carry over rights to live.
No Rights to be protected..from demented minds and unholy mentions.
A Country that fails to nurture and keep safe its citizens is perplexive.
Can't  relate to being (safe).. Homes Ø safe.. schools Ø safe.. work place Ø safe!
It ain't safe!.. America we aint Ø safe!
WithOut God in your Space!
By selinasharday
ma-secures, slaying shooting innocent victims, killings school shooting, work place killings assault weapons laws,
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