#blast
Let us deride the smugness of “The Times”:
GUFFAW !
So much the gagged reviewers,
It will pay them when the worms are wriggling in their vitals ;
These were they who objected to newness,
HERE are their TOMB STONES.
They supported the gag and the ring :
A little black BOX contains them.
SO shall you be also,
You slut-bellied obstructionist,
You sworn foe to free speech and good letters,
You fungus, you continuous gangrene.
Come, let us on with the new deal,
Let us be done with Jews and Jobbery,
Let us SPIT upon those who fawn on the JEWS for their money,
Let us out to the pastures.
PERHAPS I will die at thirty,
Perhaps you will have the pleasure of defiling my pauper’s grave,
I wish you JOY, I proffer you ALL my assistance.
It has been your HABIT for long to do away with true poets,
You either drive them mad, or else you blink at their suicides,
Or else you condone their drugs, and talk of insanity and genius,
BUT I will not go mad to please you.
I will not FLATTER you with an early death.
OH, NO ! I will stick it out,
I will feel your hates wriggling about my feet,
And I will laugh at you and mock you,
And I will offer you consolations in irony,
O fools, detesters of Beauty.
I have seen many who go about with supplications,
Afraid to say how they hate you.
HERE is the taste of my BOOT,
CARESS it, lick off the BLACKING.
Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 7:46 PM UTC
what does this mean?
the words appear, smeared
in my brain,
like an electronic sign upon
a good sized big time food truck,
explosively repeating, in bright
colors, disassembling, then,
reconnecting and I write
in search of meaning,
why someone thought
that was an attractive,
good idea,
it’s crazed,
thinking
a lost cause,
was ever a good idea <nml>
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 9:37 PM UTC
Don't Rain on my Parade,
You are not gonna rob my joy,
So, just get on out of my way,
Since you want to be a Killjoy.
I am Here to have a good time,
Not moping around looking all Sad,
I want some EXCITEMENT, now THRILL ME!!!
SHOW ME GREATEST TIME I HAVE EVER HAD!!!
I am having SUCH A BLAST,
the most FUN IS CLEARLY SHOWN,
If you didn't want to HANG THEN,
You should have stayed yourself at HOME!!!
You are so DULL and so BORING,
I am having a Grand Time, SO SORRY!!!
I'm not letting you bring me down,
Don't want to join, then see you Around!!!!
I won't stop having a good time,
or the fact that you are annoyed,
I will keep enjoying myself, and
You are not robbing me of my joy!!
I will keep on with my HAPPINESS,
Here I come, I am on my WAY!!!
Whether you like it or not, are you in or out,
YOU ARE NOT RAINING MY PARADE!!!!!
B.R.
Date: 11/26/2024
Nov 26, 2024
Nov 26, 2024 at 6:29 PM UTC
Something terrible
And so many injured
And the rest's life lost
When the train blast
Mar 29, 2022
Mar 29, 2022 at 3:08 PM UTC
a sight to see,
the beauty yet to be,
thrilling chase—surpass,
wonders, waiting to blast!
Nov 21, 2020
Nov 21, 2020 at 12:19 PM UTC
When my soul gets bubbled inside gloominess , there's only one potent voice that blasts the bubble ; my inner voice who calls me out , ' Spriha , don't listen to anyone except me. '
Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 4:04 AM UTC
The plane was her last ride,
back to her home
from the deserts of dreams.
The modern plague of her times
drained the last bit out of her.
The ride began as she huddled
her child and spouse close
as if the she knew it was their last
embrace and warmth.
They fell into the indefinite slumber.
The rain lashed it's fury and
winds howled death.
The pilot's last breath was put into
stopping the airborne casket of hopes.
As it skid and crashed them.
Their hopes to live remain immortalized
in their indefinite sleep,
as we mourn their loss,
through the tears of pain that
tear out our folly.
Aug 7, 2020
Aug 7, 2020 at 4:06 PM UTC
First it hits - then there’s a blast
It is so simple man
Perhaps
But when you come to think of it
You dread
For how you could
But well
You know
You wouldn’t know
That’s all
That’s how it is
How Was and will
And ****** be ye if not feel chill
For it is scary
Just you think
You live and die in just a blink
Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 1:46 PM UTC
Massage it,
Shake it,
Think about her.
Massage it more,
Shake it till you blast,
Experience the ephermal joy.
Avoid premarital pregnancy.
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 11:34 PM UTC
I've never been a huge socializer,
and that's really all,
that people seem to do at football games.
So, why even go?
Well, now that I'm a member of the marching band,
it looks like I have to.
I mean, last night I never really thought that I'd have fun.
I mean, who wants to just go and scream for 3 hours?
I guess I do.
Last night was amazing.
You get to just be yourself,
and you just forget about everything.
You just realize more and more through the game,
that's it's just about having a blast and playing songs,
to keep the team going.
There we were, waving our instruments,
screaming for our team,
and having the time of our lives.
Now, I know for a fact,
that at the end of the season,
I will do anything to go back,
and do it all again...
Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 11:06 AM UTC
The barren landscape sends me shivers
Further enhanced by the total obliteration
The presence of ghosts still lingers
So many years after the detonation
All this desolation pictures
Like a scene from the apocalypse scriptures
A pale nuclear shadow projected eternally
The perpetual loss of harmony
A remnant showing us our absurdity
Was vaporised by the obfuscating bright
The ashen picture is the last goodbye
Relic of the tremendous light
My moods darken I want to cry
This is the last trace of a human being
a son of someone
prevented from further ageing
That from fate couldn’t run
Like a permanent echo of the disaster
a visual silent scream
like a photograph of a dreadful dream
a shout that sends a warning to us all
As we wish to forget how the balance is frail
It’s easy to disregard the detail
and be united by the same fate
that destruction at an even greater scale
it’s yet a threat not out of date
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 5:24 AM UTC
I dream everyday
Every night
Dream is the perfect illusion
Dream is the perfect escape
And I always think
Do dreams really help
As i think yes
Yes they help me escape reality
Yes they make me smile
But dreams never last
As a bubble they blast
Reality is never sweet
But silly me
I always dream the perfect dream
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 1:55 AM UTC
They are rushing furiously across a danger path.
Trying to escape all foes in stark contrast.
Light brightly shining their path.
Escaping giant demons of wrath.
The day of reckoning is over soon.
Precious are the lives of a chosen few.
Above and beyond the swarm cries too.
Just the fleetest will do.
As they were born above the ground.
Crawling toward an evil and also hopeful sound.
Across the ground these demons pound.
The fault of some they found.
Driving their fleeting heart even more.
Kindly they beg the evil and demons who ignore.
High in the clouds the evil soar.
While the hopeful eyes of many are ready to look toward.
As the demons pass.
Steep trouble will find the many at last.
High above the evil gathers it’s strength fast.
Diving from the sky with speed blast.
Some are plucked from the ground by the evil.
It is feast or famine not to cause an upheaval.
Soon few of the many will be safe in their home that is primeval.
What these fleeting few have been through is unbelievable.
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 8:14 PM UTC
The bushland calls
Of my childhood dreams
Amongst the wild
My soul it, sings
The gentle breeze
light upon the skin
Sun upon my face
it welcomes me in
To the lands of summers
Though now long gone
Memories of the heats haze
With a white juvenile horse
Within a closed off field it lay
But young and free it was born
Birds flying high above
Shielding the rays of the sky
Perfectly clear a crystal bright blue
Not a single cloud in sight
Fields filled with nothing
But the dirt beneath our feet
Dull patches of green and yellow
Amongst cattle it feeds
A rooster it crows loud
The chooks begin to run
As bruce, a little staffy
Chases them about
Work shed full of tools
Covered by a rusted tin roof
Parked beside it old barrols
And a broken down ute
Stone walls of the house
To keep it cool inside
Spread across the cold floors
A reddish brown cowhide
Worn down leather couch
Out upon the front porch
An eski filled with stubbies
Where the boys had their "talks"
I feel the memories flooding back
This peacefulness, this sense of home
Hours pass by within seconds
Losing myself in the zone
My footsteps have long faded with time
As has my name once carved upon the gumtrees
The white stallion no longer grazes near by
Nor do the same cattle dwell in that field
Worn down by time and way of the land
Though I do intend to return again
To share the beauty of this place
Drawn back by the old fate
The day melts away like the snow
And I hear my parent calling my name
This place will forever be my second home
Because I know here, I'll never be alone
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 7:58 AM UTC
Today yesterday tomorrow Blasts my head
That friend that girl blast my head
Today yesterday tomorrow blast my head
That the holidays that school Blasts my head
Blasts my head
Blasts my head
Blasts my head
Let me be the one you blast me
I'm so tired
I'm so tired
Today yesterday tomorrow Blasts my head
That friend that girl blast my head
Today yesterday tomorrow blast my head
That the holidays that school Blasts my head
Blasts my head
Blasts my head
Blasts my head
Blast
Blast
Blast my head
Blast
Blast
Blast my head
Ahh ahh
All over.
2016
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 2:01 PM UTC
A field of fire rising up to the sky
Ten thousands of people; all will die
Dozens of suns and a giant shockwave
And nobody went to visit my own grave.
Music and life had fallen as well
And imprisoned in a chamber donned by people as “hell”
Yet deaf was all real, but the one thing heard
Was the blast in the morning as soft as a bird.
A place where freedom did never exist
A place where war from society was ******
And liberty had left; and peace had too
Inside of the government always undergoing a coup.
Cities had fallen from the bombs up above
Some paradoxical world that once kept me in love
With its sadism of nature, but all that has gone
And poems were buried in the nuclear dawn.
No…no no no no no more
I can’t take this anymore
No more nightmares it’s getting to a point
PLEASE, NO MORE EXPLOSIONS
WHY DOES IT STILL HAPPEN?!!!!
NO MORE NO MORE NO MORE NO MORE NO MORE NO MORE NO MORE NO MORE NO MORE NO MORE NO MORE NO.
And my body rocks violently in sleep.
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 9:51 PM UTC
A silhouette cross by
Like a rock star
Metal probe in his back
With alpha heart
Pointed somewhere, and
Trigger a prey
---ahhh-----ahh.
Probably, the last cry
Human, it was.
Fired more metals
Without, excuse to say
I probably,
enjoyed a view
of bloodshed
being a cannibal
waiting for a fest.
It is hard to live
Harder to feel
20-40-90, and more to count
Bang…. Bang….Bang
A fetus got a medal, before his birth
A mute got a medal, no one to hear
I turned my face towards the light
As their life have no input to mine.
Later that night,
I wake up,
before a dawn
a nasty smell of sulfur, over my surround.
Was it my smell, when I was born?
If it is not me, then who cares?
I heard an inner voice,
"Silence is a curse for humanity".
Then,
I scream loud,
Help….help
Low frequency chants from UN, I heard,
RIP RIP RIP
How can,
rest in peace, be help?
Pray is not what, they asked for,
they are calling for help,
Irony, we just pray.
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 1:06 AM UTC
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Blast was/is /will
Never be
Music of my choice.
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Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 12:55 AM UTC
Bomb lives till it blast
Making a live, dead
At the end, it commits suicide.
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 6:50 PM UTC
I own horses, hence I take photos and write short poems that go with them. The latest poem I wrote was about the first day of bitter cold air and first snow flakes falling, sticking to my horse's mane:
Oh, no! The Arctic Blast is here
With gusts of wind and chilly air
And tiny flakes of sparkly white
Much to the horse's great delight
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 10:50 AM UTC
the days are long and exhausting
but they're a distraction I desperately need
until night falls and I'm left alone
laying, staring at the ceiling
and everything I was sure I pushed away
comes back strong and forceful
and all I can do is hold on and try not to look directly into the blast,
wait for it to be over and wallow in its wake
until it's shockwaves finally succeed in knocking me unconscious,
and the distractions begin again.
even the nightmares are welcome
because they, too, are an escape.
nothing seems as bad as the battles of my mindfield
during every waking moment.
so I welcome the monsters and make them my friend
if nothing but to eat my thoughts
before they destroy my mind.
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 12:59 AM UTC
I no longer call your name into the night
no more do my hands fit to yours
I have forgotten how your voice sounds
it took some time, but my heart stopped syncopating to the beat of yours
and in the process of letting go of you I became mine.
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 10:46 PM UTC
Tennessee Coal and Iron
Ensley Works , Birmingham , Alabama
Ensley Highlands , 30th Street
A turn of the century wood
framed house , sitting high on top a hill
Sitting on the front porch swing
in the sweltering August evening air
Playing "Your car next" , as cars ran
up and down the hill
Swapping turns , who gets what , laughing
at some of the outrageous wheels
Then as darkness descends
the dark skyline turns to Hell
Jets of forced blast air hits molten iron
and the gush of flames shoot high into the air
Eleven , twelve , maybe more
all the blast furnaces roared
as sparks flew up into the smoke
Surely these are the Devil's works
Where men are tortured so
As this for a backdrop now
it was time for ghost stories galore
Headless people and black drabbed ghouls
and little girls dripping wet that drowned in some unforgiving lake
We would draw up knees to our chest
in spite of the oppressive heat
And I would jump every time the breeze
would rustle the hidden leaves
So scared were we as bedtime neared
we'd ask mother if we could
spend "the night with you"
Ha ha ha , she replied , "NO !"
And then she went
Boo ! Boo ! Boo ! Boo ! Boo ! Boo !
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 2:47 AM UTC
I lived my life
Like a bullet from a gun
Racing down a barrel
From an explosive past
Always smoke and fire and blast
Then I moved on
In my haste racing away
I'm concerned not who
I graze
All my days I came
Crashing into , littered souls
What carnage too
Once I left I was gone
awesome , strong
Hell bent on ways
That destruction sent
Cold steel and
Hot lead
My nerves bled
and others too
Through your flesh and heart
I pierced
With never a thought
Of mercy due
I lived my life
Like a bullet
From a gun
Cold cold steel and
Red hot lead
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 5:52 PM UTC