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One stomp. Then another. One-two. One-two. Serious, rigid faces. Green helmets. They are like clones. They have something in their hands— each person, one long, black stick. Then one person yells: "STOP!" He looks at Him. "AIM!" The long sticks are pointing toward Him. Of course, the Raven won't wait for them to do whatever they are going to do. "Ca-ca-caw!," He yelled while turning around. Soon after that, the Raven flew.

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May 11

May 11, 2026 at 1:56 PM UTC

The Raven flew (6)

One stomp. Then another. One-two. One-two. Serious, rigid faces. Green helmets. They are like clones. They have something in their hands— each person, one long, black stick. Then one person yells: "STOP!" He looks at Him. "AIM!" The long sticks are pointing toward Him. Of course, the Raven won't wait for them to do whatever they are going to do. "Ca-ca-caw!," He yelled while turning around. Soon after that, the Raven flew.

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Les vrais amis sont des anges gardiens remarquables Tels des frères et sœurs dévoués et dignes de conviction Tels des chars lourds T58 assumant des rôles justifiés Et des armures invincibles, de redoutables défenseurs. Les vrais amis ne transforment ni alliés ni ennemis en vils démons Les vrais amis protègent toujours les intérêts mutuellement liés Les vrais amis ne se comportent pas comme des nuisibles manipulateurs Et les vrais amis agissent avec humanité, à tous les niveaux imaginables. Méfiez-vous de tous les amis faux, défaillants, faillibles, fragiles et affaiblis Choisissez vos amis avec sagesse, circonspection et avec minutie Notre monde regorge de tyrans futiles et ostentatoires, aux mains souillées. Les vrais amis ne causent de tort à personne, pas même à leurs ennemis Notre monde grouille de vermine avide de dévorer les orteils des nouveau-nés Soyez pleinement conscients des eaux environnantes et de la mer endormie. P.S. Traduction de ‘Real Friends Are Like Trusted Siblings’ par Hébert Logerie. Copyright © Avril 2026 Hébert Logerie. Tous droits réservés. Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de plusieurs recueils de poésie.

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Apr 19

Apr 19, 2026 at 10:02 PM UTC

Les Vrais Amis Sont Comme Des Freres Et Soeurs De Confiance

Les vrais amis sont des anges gardiens remarquables Tels des frères et sœurs dévoués et dignes de conviction Tels des chars lourds T58 assumant des rôles justifiés Et des armures invincibles, de redoutables défenseurs. Les vrais amis ne transforment ni alliés ni ennemis en vils démons Les vrais amis protègent toujours les intérêts mutuellement liés Les vrais amis ne se comportent pas comme des nuisibles manipulateurs Et les vrais amis agissent avec humanité, à tous les niveaux imaginables. Méfiez-vous de tous les amis faux, défaillants, faillibles, fragiles et affaiblis Choisissez vos amis avec sagesse, circonspection et avec minutie Notre monde regorge de tyrans futiles et ostentatoires, aux mains souillées. Les vrais amis ne causent de tort à personne, pas même à leurs ennemis Notre monde grouille de vermine avide de dévorer les orteils des nouveau-nés Soyez pleinement conscients des eaux environnantes et de la mer endormie. P.S. Traduction de ‘Real Friends Are Like Trusted Siblings’ par Hébert Logerie. Copyright © Avril 2026 Hébert Logerie. Tous droits réservés. Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de plusieurs recueils de poésie.

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a battlefield with no blood, just poison using words not weapons where every little thing hurts, that's happened where the soldiers don't sacrifice but disappear leaving wounds that are severe.

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May 22, 2025

May 22, 2025 at 10:38 AM UTC

a battlefield with no blood, just poison using words not weapons where every little thing hurts, that's happened where the soldiers don't sacrifice but disappear leaving wounds that are severe.

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I learned to spar with my stray thoughts, Every ounce of fear or anxiety, Becomes a battle of wit. Though that may not work for everyone, Some just build lanterns, A way to see through the night. Others learn to silence their worries, Utilizing weapons to wipe away their nightmares, Burning holes where there once was doubt.

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Mar 24, 2025

Mar 24, 2025 at 9:31 AM UTC

AbbottJHardison

Tactics To Eliminate Worry

I learned to spar with my stray thoughts, Every ounce of fear or anxiety, Becomes a battle of wit. Though that may not work for everyone, Some just build lanterns, A way to see through the night. Others learn to silence their worries, Utilizing weapons to wipe away their nightmares, Burning holes where there once was doubt.

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If the planet woke up, And we had all disappeared, Would it mourn our memory? It depends on the way we go, Somebody snapping their fingers, we fade away, Or a blinding ball of light as nuclear weapons implode. If God revoked our presence today, What would happen with all the factories, There's a chance they run until Earth runs out of fuel. It seems that if that happened, Then all these countries would sink into the sea, With our glory and memory.

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Mar 20, 2025

Mar 20, 2025 at 2:25 PM UTC

AbbottJHardison

If We Disappeared

If the planet woke up, And we had all disappeared, Would it mourn our memory? It depends on the way we go, Somebody snapping their fingers, we fade away, Or a blinding ball of light as nuclear weapons implode. If God revoked our presence today, What would happen with all the factories, There's a chance they run until Earth runs out of fuel. It seems that if that happened, Then all these countries would sink into the sea, With our glory and memory.

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Il Pleut Et on tire Ce n’est pas un jeu On se retire Tout le monde a peur Les bébés et les enfants pleurent Hommes et femmes s’écœurent Où tout le monde meurt Dans les rues infestées d’idiots et de bandits Ils sont nos ennemis Ils ne sont pas nos amis Ils tirent comme des fous Les balles tombent comme des grains de pluie Les gangsters ne sont pas doux Ils sont des terroristes Ils sont des mauvais touristes Ils sont des robots criminels Ils n’ont ni cœur, ni âme et ni esprit Ils sont des damnés éternels En destination des enfers Leurs organes sont en fer Ils ne sont pas des humains Leurs mains sont imbibées de sang Ils sont des malandrins Ils sont des scélérats de Satan. Il pleut Et on tire On se retire Au milieu De tout ce qui est mauvais Le monde n’est pas en paix C’est toute la terre en guerre Au fond du cimetière On ne fabrique pas d’armes Chez nous On n’a que des larmes Chez nous On pleure Chez nous On fabrique trop d’armes ailleurs Trop de gens meurent Tout le monde a peur Il y a trop de misère et de malheur. Copyright © Novembre 2024, Hébert Logerie, Tous droits réservés Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de plusieurs livres de poésie.

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Nov 30, 2024

Nov 30, 2024 at 2:12 AM UTC

Trop De Peur Et De Malheur

Il Pleut Et on tire Ce n’est pas un jeu On se retire Tout le monde a peur Les bébés et les enfants pleurent Hommes et femmes s’écœurent Où tout le monde meurt Dans les rues infestées d’idiots et de bandits Ils sont nos ennemis Ils ne sont pas nos amis Ils tirent comme des fous Les balles tombent comme des grains de pluie Les gangsters ne sont pas doux Ils sont des terroristes Ils sont des mauvais touristes Ils sont des robots criminels Ils n’ont ni cœur, ni âme et ni esprit Ils sont des damnés éternels En destination des enfers Leurs organes sont en fer Ils ne sont pas des humains Leurs mains sont imbibées de sang Ils sont des malandrins Ils sont des scélérats de Satan. Il pleut Et on tire On se retire Au milieu De tout ce qui est mauvais Le monde n’est pas en paix C’est toute la terre en guerre Au fond du cimetière On ne fabrique pas d’armes Chez nous On n’a que des larmes Chez nous On pleure Chez nous On fabrique trop d’armes ailleurs Trop de gens meurent Tout le monde a peur Il y a trop de misère et de malheur. Copyright © Novembre 2024, Hébert Logerie, Tous droits réservés Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de plusieurs livres de poésie.

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It is raining And they are shooting This is not a game This is a shame Everyone is afraid Babies and children are crying Men and women are very mad Where everyone is dying The streets are infested with idiots and bandits They are our enemies They are not our friends They shoot like crazy ants Bullets fall like raindrops and rice Gangsters are not nice They are terrorists They are bad tourists They Are robot-criminals They have no hearts, no minds and no souls They are eternally ****** Bound for Hell, the infernal dam Their organs are made of steel and iron They are not human Their hands are soaked with blood They are scoundrels covered with mud They are the spawns of Satan. It's Raining And they are killing What a **** shame Amidst all the madness This is outright sickness The universe is not at peace The entire world is at war, in distress Deep in the dungeon of the cemetery We don't make deadly weapons Here We only have tears, rhymes and songs At home We cry everywhere At home They make too many weapons elsewhere Too many people are dying in this madness Everyone is afraid at home There is too much misery and unhappiness. Copyright © November 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.

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Nov 30, 2024

Nov 30, 2024 at 2:07 AM UTC

Too Much Fear And Misfortune

It is raining And they are shooting This is not a game This is a shame Everyone is afraid Babies and children are crying Men and women are very mad Where everyone is dying The streets are infested with idiots and bandits They are our enemies They are not our friends They shoot like crazy ants Bullets fall like raindrops and rice Gangsters are not nice They are terrorists They are bad tourists They Are robot-criminals They have no hearts, no minds and no souls They are eternally ****** Bound for Hell, the infernal dam Their organs are made of steel and iron They are not human Their hands are soaked with blood They are scoundrels covered with mud They are the spawns of Satan. It's Raining And they are killing What a **** shame Amidst all the madness This is outright sickness The universe is not at peace The entire world is at war, in distress Deep in the dungeon of the cemetery We don't make deadly weapons Here We only have tears, rhymes and songs At home We cry everywhere At home They make too many weapons elsewhere Too many people are dying in this madness Everyone is afraid at home There is too much misery and unhappiness. Copyright © November 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.

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In life stories form all informed knowing, be it beautiful adversity universally re-co-known acknowledged with smiles, and nods, sense of yes, I know, I think, I see you think, so, I know, I did finish writing something meaningful; or, be it in every way some other way. I think you may imagine you agree. In conscience used, we take science, knowledge of beauty, chaotic clouds, bending rays of sunshine, evening the heave offering, leaving smooth cool of the day white sugar desert dunes, to an ant or bee. {KJB, viable Bible archetype, declares phonetic remenants of Eber's unconfused use of letters, towb rah translate as good and evil, but better see טוֹברַע good and bad, useful and useless to the point of wasting effort, in a take it easy world, where we know enough, drink, remember when it was, plenty of water, no real enemies yet, and only one barrier, over which those beautiful wild seeds have been carried, by ravens, and doves and rodents who surface only in the night. Let's recall an old told tale, how folks skinned in many colors we continue to be coated with, all lost the knowledge that lying was used, to steal, during lives times when we are parts in wholes, until all things continuing, combine your will to wonder what I imagined I am continuing, with my own will to wander on, meandering through the substance of hope, by my own faith, fi, upright, balanced valence in chemical terms, fit to fight for your right to think wrong, confident my pride has been filed to a point, not my right to be wrong, or do wrong, or lie. To give good reason for cost of learning. The faith that gives reason its point. To tell the truth, sheriffs were good guys, when I was a kid, a wild little goat, indeed, I have seen myself in seven grandchildren and their little heathen friends, so I know, we get more like ourselves, my mother in law said. And now, I keep the peace, wu wei easy knowing towb ra' beautiful efforting life demands in return, for freely eating from all the trees in the garden, thank you.

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Aug 28, 2024

Aug 28, 2024 at 4:35 PM UTC

War in Peace, made up

In life stories form all informed knowing, be it beautiful adversity universally re-co-known acknowledged with smiles, and nods, sense of yes, I know, I think, I see you think, so, I know, I did finish writing something meaningful; or, be it in every way some other way. I think you may imagine you agree. In conscience used, we take science, knowledge of beauty, chaotic clouds, bending rays of sunshine, evening the heave offering, leaving smooth cool of the day white sugar desert dunes, to an ant or bee. {KJB, viable Bible archetype, declares phonetic remenants of Eber's unconfused use of letters, towb rah translate as good and evil, but better see טוֹברַע good and bad, useful and useless to the point of wasting effort, in a take it easy world, where we know enough, drink, remember when it was, plenty of water, no real enemies yet, and only one barrier, over which those beautiful wild seeds have been carried, by ravens, and doves and rodents who surface only in the night. Let's recall an old told tale, how folks skinned in many colors we continue to be coated with, all lost the knowledge that lying was used, to steal, during lives times when we are parts in wholes, until all things continuing, combine your will to wonder what I imagined I am continuing, with my own will to wander on, meandering through the substance of hope, by my own faith, fi, upright, balanced valence in chemical terms, fit to fight for your right to think wrong, confident my pride has been filed to a point, not my right to be wrong, or do wrong, or lie. To give good reason for cost of learning. The faith that gives reason its point. To tell the truth, sheriffs were good guys, when I was a kid, a wild little goat, indeed, I have seen myself in seven grandchildren and their little heathen friends, so I know, we get more like ourselves, my mother in law said. And now, I keep the peace, wu wei easy knowing towb ra' beautiful efforting life demands in return, for freely eating from all the trees in the garden, thank you.

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Start a line of thought, like a youngster who had the chief insensitive; Now I select my words wisely, with silence—as no evil will be a cause of a weapon. And of course, I start every prayer, by coming with a confession. As I’ve learnt the sharpest dagger, is a jealous eye, Worshiping all the things it lacks; recalling those who refer to your character only by its past—the ones to stab you in the back.

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Apr 23, 2024

Apr 23, 2024 at 12:44 PM UTC

Harmful weapons

Start a line of thought, like a youngster who had the chief insensitive; Now I select my words wisely, with silence—as no evil will be a cause of a weapon. And of course, I start every prayer, by coming with a confession. As I’ve learnt the sharpest dagger, is a jealous eye, Worshiping all the things it lacks; recalling those who refer to your character only by its past—the ones to stab you in the back.

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Self custody your Bitcoin now There’s nobody you can blame When you take responsibility Of holding your own claim Avoid the risk of “Trust me, bro” For trust is a dangerous game And letting others hold your coins Allows THEM to own your claim Stake your claim with “Proof of Work” For “Proof of Weapons” is a shame Help build the world you want to see By fostering freedom's flame Twenty one million Bitcoin No other project has the same... Mission critical purpose So get some and stake your claim

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Feb 14, 2024

Feb 14, 2024 at 2:42 PM UTC

Stake Your Claim (Bitcoin Poem 086)

Self custody your Bitcoin now There’s nobody you can blame When you take responsibility Of holding your own claim Avoid the risk of “Trust me, bro” For trust is a dangerous game And letting others hold your coins Allows THEM to own your claim Stake your claim with “Proof of Work” For “Proof of Weapons” is a shame Help build the world you want to see By fostering freedom's flame Twenty one million Bitcoin No other project has the same... Mission critical purpose So get some and stake your claim

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Eventful War Part 2 It is simply ongoing The war as you all call it Continues and will never end For those who control the world And all of us are pulling the strings To make more cash and power From the war acts which don't stop A new year a new war in a new place Or an old place dusting off an old war It's doesn't matter why who how when What matters is power and a bit of cash They lust for power have it all want more Many will die nations will be wrecked Weapons used in anger or for fun You name it they'll use it and do it Conflict is the normal for them There is no profit in peace The Eventful War Part 2 continues Part 1 never actually stopped…

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May 7, 2023

May 7, 2023 at 10:31 PM UTC

Eventful War Part 2

Eventful War Part 2 It is simply ongoing The war as you all call it Continues and will never end For those who control the world And all of us are pulling the strings To make more cash and power From the war acts which don't stop A new year a new war in a new place Or an old place dusting off an old war It's doesn't matter why who how when What matters is power and a bit of cash They lust for power have it all want more Many will die nations will be wrecked Weapons used in anger or for fun You name it they'll use it and do it Conflict is the normal for them There is no profit in peace The Eventful War Part 2 continues Part 1 never actually stopped…

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* I'd rather you use bombs and knives, I'd rather you use guns and swords. I'd rather that we would have fights; that you'd leave me with open sores. I'd rather you find a different weapon, a different tool to use on me. I wish you'd make me feel a pain; I wish you'd leave me weak and ****** Yet the sharpest tool is what you use; you leave me dead inside. I wish you'd tear my heart out; I wish I would have died. You open your mouth and the weapons spill out, you're armed with words that you scream and shout. The pain is unbearable, the torture indescribable. I know there's no point in putting up a struggle. You **** me, one by one, your words an open **** They slice me up in pieces, making me feel like trash. All I can be is silent; I know that is the best. I try to block them out, but they're already in my chest. Your words are killing me; a slow, antagonizing death. Each word you say cuts me, each wound raw and fresh. I wish you'd let me be, I wish you'd leave it unsaid. I guess you just can't see you can't bring someone back from the dead. *

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Apr 1, 2022

Apr 1, 2022 at 8:58 PM UTC

masha-yurkevich

* I'd rather you use bombs and knives, I'd rather you use guns and swords. I'd rather that we would have fights; that you'd leave me with open sores. I'd rather you find a different weapon, a different tool to use on me. I wish you'd make me feel a pain; I wish you'd leave me weak and ****** Yet the sharpest tool is what you use; you leave me dead inside. I wish you'd tear my heart out; I wish I would have died. You open your mouth and the weapons spill out, you're armed with words that you scream and shout. The pain is unbearable, the torture indescribable. I know there's no point in putting up a struggle. You **** me, one by one, your words an open **** They slice me up in pieces, making me feel like trash. All I can be is silent; I know that is the best. I try to block them out, but they're already in my chest. Your words are killing me; a slow, antagonizing death. Each word you say cuts me, each wound raw and fresh. I wish you'd let me be, I wish you'd leave it unsaid. I guess you just can't see you can't bring someone back from the dead. *

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Missile Ways What's up the sky and the Russian planes? Before they're splashed by Stinger missiles Whoosh! Missile away go go go **** a jet Or chopper bring it down in the water Let the crew freeze or drown Some burn alive or get killed in the crash How dare they invade Ukraine! Teach them all a lesson forever Some things not to be forgotten Like Duncan in Dune 2021 die superbly Never surrender no matter what This is how Ukraine is now No matter what happens Ukraine wins Russia loses Splashed enemy aircraft Dead aircrew Putin kaput

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Mar 20, 2022

Mar 20, 2022 at 6:01 PM UTC

Missile Ways What's up the sky and the Russian planes? Before they're splashed by Stinger missiles Whoosh! Missile away go go go **** a jet Or chopper bring it down in the water Let the crew freeze or drown Some burn alive or get killed in the crash How dare they invade Ukraine! Teach them all a lesson forever Some things not to be forgotten Like Duncan in Dune 2021 die superbly Never surrender no matter what This is how Ukraine is now No matter what happens Ukraine wins Russia loses Splashed enemy aircraft Dead aircrew Putin kaput

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By Sixes With this book we have to make a difference The weight of worry and seriousness is huge This has not happened before not this way And very soon all things could happen They try to control it but can they? How do you control so many soldiers? Along with the other shooters Planes ships launchers tanks and more Myself I've never felt this way Except briefly in the early 80s The world moved on in most ways But not in Putin's head for him He alone wants his empire back And will ruin the world to get it This is why we all must not fail And stop him from winning Even if the unthinkable happens It has already started the walk Sleep walking to Armageddon NATO and Russia and the rest This is really it...

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Mar 20, 2022

Mar 20, 2022 at 5:42 PM UTC

By Sixes With this book we have to make a difference The weight of worry and seriousness is huge This has not happened before not this way And very soon all things could happen They try to control it but can they? How do you control so many soldiers? Along with the other shooters Planes ships launchers tanks and more Myself I've never felt this way Except briefly in the early 80s The world moved on in most ways But not in Putin's head for him He alone wants his empire back And will ruin the world to get it This is why we all must not fail And stop him from winning Even if the unthinkable happens It has already started the walk Sleep walking to Armageddon NATO and Russia and the rest This is really it...

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Man Isle From Russia with love ten thousand missiles All for NATO the US Europe and Ukraine Forged in battle ordered fired by Putin New way to do things poor cold soldiers Sent to battle warm them up! Peace sells nobody’s interested Unless it's cut-price Vipers or stealth jets Locked and loaded get you some blood Neo Soviet Ivan style a few new scalps Doesn't matter we weren't enemies Pretending is fine as Putin does it As he plays top dog woofing along His ongoing Ukraine war after Syria Where will be next the Isle of Man?

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Mar 4, 2022

Mar 4, 2022 at 8:24 PM UTC

Man Isle From Russia with love ten thousand missiles All for NATO the US Europe and Ukraine Forged in battle ordered fired by Putin New way to do things poor cold soldiers Sent to battle warm them up! Peace sells nobody’s interested Unless it's cut-price Vipers or stealth jets Locked and loaded get you some blood Neo Soviet Ivan style a few new scalps Doesn't matter we weren't enemies Pretending is fine as Putin does it As he plays top dog woofing along His ongoing Ukraine war after Syria Where will be next the Isle of Man?

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Big bucks being made/weapons sales contracts, slush fund/death big business

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Sep 1, 2021

Sep 1, 2021 at 1:29 PM UTC

war weapons haiku

Big bucks being made/weapons sales contracts, slush fund/death big business

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Now When It Comes To Weapons... ... That TRULY Threaten... !!! Many Are DRAWN... But What Can Be Called... To Be The... ... GREATEST of Them All... !!! But To Apply The Word... “ GREAT “... ISN’T Quite What Relates... To Weapons Displayed... That Cause HURT And Give PAIN... !!! So This Piece of Wordplay... Will Look Into Weapons... That Employ The BRAIN... !!! And Others That STRENGTHEN... How POWERFUL Folks... Now Keep People CONTROLLED... !!! So That Weapons Like These... RESTRICT Our Human Breed... !!! Just Like Technology... Is Doing... CURRENTLY... !!! And How People Who Lead... Use These Weapons To KEEP... The Masses In Zones... Where Their Weapons Take Hold... Like A... Viral Disease... That Locks Down The Streets... !!! WITHOUT Using Armies... UNTIL It Is Deemed... That We All NEED VACCINES... !!! Do You See What I Mean... ??? Some Weapons Are CLEVER... And Hit Like BAD Weather... !!!! Or Dodge Like Mayweather... When Facing Vendettas... Brought By Boxing Fellas... !!! And Then There’s Agendas... That SPIN Just Like Blenders... With Weapons CONTENTIOUS... Like... VICIOUS Contenders... !!! And What About Gender... ? When It’s USED Like A Weapon... That Nowadays THREATENS... ... Freedom of Expression... ?!? A Weapon That’s Spreading... Like GLOBAL INFECTIONS... !!!!!! You SEE There Are Themes... That Infuse Poetry... With Thinking That’s DEEP... !!! A WEAPON I USE... To Speak On Issues... !!! But Now See That Views... That Deal In The TRUTH... THREATENS And Lessens... Your Chance To Get Through... To Feed Masses Who... Are Constantly Fuelled... By Media Tools And Industry Crews... Whose Weapons Are FOOLS... Who’ll... Distribute Tunes... That... AREN’T All That Good... !?! But Are Given A PUSH... By MARKETING CROOKS... So The Masses Get HOOKED... And Concerts Are Booked... Because of The Way... That Their Songs Get REPLAYED... Day After DAY... On Mainstream Airwaves... !!! You See NOTHING'S As Straight... As People... Like To CLAIM... !!! When It Comes To The Names... Who Are Constantly Seen... Because They... ENTERTAIN... !!! RATHER Than CHALLENGE Brains... Through The Art That They Make... CONTROL Is The Weapon... That REALLY DICTATES... !!! What It Is People Say... In... Various Frames... It’s A POWERFUL Tool... That A Gun CAN Reduce... !!! But CANNOT Take Down... When CONTROL Is What’s Used... To Give People CROWNS... Or To RULE In Courtrooms... !!! Which Now Leads Me To Courts... A Weapon That Breeds... ... Many CONTROVERSIES... !!! When People Walk FREE... Or RIG... PRESIDENCIES... !!! Because of Whose Given... Supreme Court Positions... !!! A Weapon That Meddles... On... MULTIPLE Levels... !!! When POWER Is Used... To Distort And ABUSE... !!! The Truth To Confuse... Or To Change A Decision... Like... WHO Gets To RULE... ?!? And WHO Gets Positioned... To SET The Conditions... of How This World Runs... !!! A Weapon That’s HUNGRY... And Feeds OFF of MONEY... !!! That... CONTROLS BILLIONS... !!! A POWER That’s GREATER... Than... ANY BIG GUN... !!!!!! Or Bomb That Is Dropped... To Aid An INVASION... To CORRUPT Governments... !!! Its QUITE An EQUATION... That FUELS THIS Question... When It Comes To Weapons... !?! Because MANY Are Drawn... And Leave People Forlorn... But The Power of Thought... And Sway In The Courts... Like... MASS Distribution... Breeds POWERFUL Movements... !!! So Now In CONCLUSION... Now Corona Has Called... For Freedoms’ DOWNFALL... Could BIO WARFARE... Be What People Declare... ??? To Be The WEAPON... That’s.... “ The GREATEST of Them All ? “

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Aug 31, 2021

Aug 31, 2021 at 1:20 AM UTC

“The Greatest of Them All” ... A Poem written by Big Virge 9/11/2020

Now When It Comes To Weapons... ... That TRULY Threaten... !!! Many Are DRAWN... But What Can Be Called... To Be The... ... GREATEST of Them All... !!! But To Apply The Word... “ GREAT “... ISN’T Quite What Relates... To Weapons Displayed... That Cause HURT And Give PAIN... !!! So This Piece of Wordplay... Will Look Into Weapons... That Employ The BRAIN... !!! And Others That STRENGTHEN... How POWERFUL Folks... Now Keep People CONTROLLED... !!! So That Weapons Like These... RESTRICT Our Human Breed... !!! Just Like Technology... Is Doing... CURRENTLY... !!! And How People Who Lead... Use These Weapons To KEEP... The Masses In Zones... Where Their Weapons Take Hold... Like A... Viral Disease... That Locks Down The Streets... !!! WITHOUT Using Armies... UNTIL It Is Deemed... That We All NEED VACCINES... !!! Do You See What I Mean... ??? Some Weapons Are CLEVER... And Hit Like BAD Weather... !!!! Or Dodge Like Mayweather... When Facing Vendettas... Brought By Boxing Fellas... !!! And Then There’s Agendas... That SPIN Just Like Blenders... With Weapons CONTENTIOUS... Like... VICIOUS Contenders... !!! And What About Gender... ? When It’s USED Like A Weapon... That Nowadays THREATENS... ... Freedom of Expression... ?!? A Weapon That’s Spreading... Like GLOBAL INFECTIONS... !!!!!! You SEE There Are Themes... That Infuse Poetry... With Thinking That’s DEEP... !!! A WEAPON I USE... To Speak On Issues... !!! But Now See That Views... That Deal In The TRUTH... THREATENS And Lessens... Your Chance To Get Through... To Feed Masses Who... Are Constantly Fuelled... By Media Tools And Industry Crews... Whose Weapons Are FOOLS... Who’ll... Distribute Tunes... That... AREN’T All That Good... !?! But Are Given A PUSH... By MARKETING CROOKS... So The Masses Get HOOKED... And Concerts Are Booked... Because of The Way... That Their Songs Get REPLAYED... Day After DAY... On Mainstream Airwaves... !!! You See NOTHING'S As Straight... As People... Like To CLAIM... !!! When It Comes To The Names... Who Are Constantly Seen... Because They... ENTERTAIN... !!! RATHER Than CHALLENGE Brains... Through The Art That They Make... CONTROL Is The Weapon... That REALLY DICTATES... !!! What It Is People Say... In... Various Frames... It’s A POWERFUL Tool... That A Gun CAN Reduce... !!! But CANNOT Take Down... When CONTROL Is What’s Used... To Give People CROWNS... Or To RULE In Courtrooms... !!! Which Now Leads Me To Courts... A Weapon That Breeds... ... Many CONTROVERSIES... !!! When People Walk FREE... Or RIG... PRESIDENCIES... !!! Because of Whose Given... Supreme Court Positions... !!! A Weapon That Meddles... On... MULTIPLE Levels... !!! When POWER Is Used... To Distort And ABUSE... !!! The Truth To Confuse... Or To Change A Decision... Like... WHO Gets To RULE... ?!? And WHO Gets Positioned... To SET The Conditions... of How This World Runs... !!! A Weapon That’s HUNGRY... And Feeds OFF of MONEY... !!! That... CONTROLS BILLIONS... !!! A POWER That’s GREATER... Than... ANY BIG GUN... !!!!!! Or Bomb That Is Dropped... To Aid An INVASION... To CORRUPT Governments... !!! Its QUITE An EQUATION... That FUELS THIS Question... When It Comes To Weapons... !?! Because MANY Are Drawn... And Leave People Forlorn... But The Power of Thought... And Sway In The Courts... Like... MASS Distribution... Breeds POWERFUL Movements... !!! So Now In CONCLUSION... Now Corona Has Called... For Freedoms’ DOWNFALL... Could BIO WARFARE... Be What People Declare... ??? To Be The WEAPON... That’s.... “ The GREATEST of Them All ? “

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Feb 10, 2021

Feb 10, 2021 at 7:18 AM UTC

Ambrosetheconqueror

Venus & Minerva

& of the myriad ways to drive a man to feel The goddess weapon Is *** appeal

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What is the difference between— A double-edged sword; A loaded riffle and; A sharp tongue?

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Sep 26, 2020

Sep 26, 2020 at 5:05 AM UTC

What is the difference between— A double-edged sword; A loaded riffle and; A sharp tongue?

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After harmlessly crossing your border you take our friendship hostage guarding your perimeter with sandbags of arbitrary etiquette a no man's land of manners separates us you snipe from your defensive position so I retreat and start strategizing. Consulting my generals to discuss your tactics they advise me to start stockpiling weapons and to start looking for weaknesses. There is a counteroffensive to your intentions. While you were destroying my satcoms a successful infiltration of your command center was accomplished. Once your defenses were understood your flanks appeared vulnerable. Blind spots were revealed. You only sign a treaty once your resources start depleting then you ignore the rules I'm reading to give me a beating. So I'm building up my arsenal and enriching my uranium in this centrifuge where we spin in circles. My nuclear option is prepared and capable. Pacifism is more appealing than violence but when you try to erase who I am I must take a stand. Armed with an ability to attack I get a warhead on my shoulders found from old schematics you shared with me while I fought your enemies. They were never thrown away now they're dusted off and revisited to make your walls crumble and incinerate you flag. Your nation starts hiding from what they were once confiding after my nukes obliterate your infrastructure. Rebels and runners fill fallout shelters and basement bunkers hiding from the radioactivity in the air. Everyone's death equals success proving I'm best so I develop a permanent wartime economy and fire missiles mercilessly. There's no difference between fighters and civilians because some insurgents are chameleons so I **** them by the millions. The more weapons I get the more needless death until the only nations left standing are those that have stockpiled weapons of their own.

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Aug 5, 2020

Aug 5, 2020 at 6:13 AM UTC

Stockpiling Weapons

After harmlessly crossing your border you take our friendship hostage guarding your perimeter with sandbags of arbitrary etiquette a no man's land of manners separates us you snipe from your defensive position so I retreat and start strategizing. Consulting my generals to discuss your tactics they advise me to start stockpiling weapons and to start looking for weaknesses. There is a counteroffensive to your intentions. While you were destroying my satcoms a successful infiltration of your command center was accomplished. Once your defenses were understood your flanks appeared vulnerable. Blind spots were revealed. You only sign a treaty once your resources start depleting then you ignore the rules I'm reading to give me a beating. So I'm building up my arsenal and enriching my uranium in this centrifuge where we spin in circles. My nuclear option is prepared and capable. Pacifism is more appealing than violence but when you try to erase who I am I must take a stand. Armed with an ability to attack I get a warhead on my shoulders found from old schematics you shared with me while I fought your enemies. They were never thrown away now they're dusted off and revisited to make your walls crumble and incinerate you flag. Your nation starts hiding from what they were once confiding after my nukes obliterate your infrastructure. Rebels and runners fill fallout shelters and basement bunkers hiding from the radioactivity in the air. Everyone's death equals success proving I'm best so I develop a permanent wartime economy and fire missiles mercilessly. There's no difference between fighters and civilians because some insurgents are chameleons so I **** them by the millions. The more weapons I get the more needless death until the only nations left standing are those that have stockpiled weapons of their own.

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Hiroshima Poems Let Us Be Midwives! by Hiroshima survivor Sadako Kurihara loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Midnight . . . the basement of a shattered building . . . atomic bomb survivors sniveling in the darkness . . . not a single candle between them . . . the odor of blood . . . the stench of death . . . the sickly-sweet smell of decaying humanity . . . the groans . . . the moans . . . Out of all that, suddenly, miraculously, a voice: "The baby's coming!" In the hellish basement, unexpectedly, a young mother has gone into labor. In the dark, lacking a single match, what to do? Scrambling to her side, forgetting themselves . . . It appears that my translation above has been used by Hiroshima University in a new field of study called International Peace and Coexistence. I found my translation on the university’s Peace and Coexistence Facebook page. Being a longtime peace activist, I am particularly happy with the name of the course! Now the remaining Hiroshima survivors are aging, and they must wonder what the world has learned from their harrowing ordeal: See: whose surviving sons visit the ancestral graves white-bearded, with trembling canes? ―Matsuo Basho, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch We should always consider the fates of innocent children: I lived as best I could, and then I died. Be careful where you step: the grave is wide. ―Michael R. Burch, "Epitaph for a Child of Hiroshima" The intense heat and light of the Hiroshima and Nagasaki atomic bomb blasts left behind ghostly silhouettes of human beings whose lives were erased in an instant: Hiroshima Shadows by Michael R. Burch Hiroshima shadows ... mother and child ... Oh, when will our hearts ever be beguiled to end mindless war ... to seek peace, reconciled to our common mortality? Poets remind us that we all share a common destiny: Grasses wilt: the braking locomotive grinds to a halt ―Yamaguchi Seishi, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Something by Michael R. Burch Something inescapable is lost― lost like a pale vapor curling up into shafts of moonlight, vanishing in a gust of wind toward an expanse of stars immeasurable and void. Something uncapturable is gone― gone with the spent leaves and illuminations of autumn, scattered into a haze with the faint rustle of parched grass and remembrance. Something unforgettable is past― blown from a glimmer into nothingness, or less, and finality has swept into a corner where it lies in dust and cobwebs and silence. Frail Envelope of Flesh by Michael R. Burch Frail envelope of flesh, lying cold on the surgeon’s table with anguished eyes like your mother’s eyes and a heartbeat weak, unstable ... Frail crucible of dust, brief flower come to this― your tiny hand in your mother’s hand for a last bewildered kiss ... Brief mayfly of a child, to live two artless years! Now your mother’s lips seal up your lips from the Deluge of her tears ... 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 hear the wistful call of their voices regretting choices made or perhaps not made in time, I can look back upon it and recall, in all its pale forms sublime, still Death will never be holy again. The day the Cloud reigned by Michael R. Burch The sky was clear on Hiroshima, sealing her fate. The report of the weather plane, neither early nor late, was certainly plain. The few innocuous clouds did not refrain from abandoning the city. Only the silence, monstrous in its complicity, regarding man’s error acknowledged the horror. Only the small, astonished victims understood the immaculate heavens: the inconceivable light igniting their bones; the Cloud, all of a sudden, billowing unbidden, and then the apocalyptic rain descending again and again. So that where white chrysanthemums had once whispered with bemused tongues instantly only ashen ruins remained the day the Cloud reigned. War Close Up by Hiroshima survivor Kurihara Sadako loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Stirring bugles! Rousing martial music! The announcer reporting "victory" like some messenger from on high, fanning, fanning the fervored flames of battle! Masterful state magicians materializing in a wizardly procession, spreading cleverly poisoned words to bewilder reason! Artistic expression abracadabra-ed into state-sponsored magic! The sound of boots, guns, bombs, cannons as our army advances, advances, advances toward the enemy! The thunder of our invincible tanks advancing! Alleluia! The sudden, sweet gurgles of drowning enemy ships! The radio broadcasts the sounds of battle: A war hymn resounding to the skies, sung by courageous men and women who worship this cruel idol, War. Oh, so powerful the merest whiff addles even the most independent spirit― the ***** of patriotism! the religion of race! While on scenic islands scattered like stepping stones across the globe, and on farflung continents, driven by boundless avarice, the landlords rage and rave again, instilling hatred in indigenous populations then prodding, driving them into battle. Full of high-sounding pretexts inevitably adapted to expediency they raise indisputable banners― God is on our side! Righteous war! Holy war! "Right" becomes the password of thieves. They square their shoulders: "To secure world peace annihilate the evil opponent!" They bark commands: "For ten years, a hundred years, fight to the last man, the last woman!" The master magicians' martial music resounds magisterially; fanatic bull-mad patriots roar and run amok; completely bewitched, the people carol in unison: "O, let me die by the side of my sweet Sovereign!" Keywords/Tags: Hiroshima, Nagasaki, atomic bomb, Japan, Japanese, translation, nukes, nuclear weapons, nuclear war, epitaph, child, children, mother, mothers, father, fathers, WWII, apocalypse, Armageddon

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May 8, 2020

May 8, 2020 at 1:43 AM UTC

michael-r-burch

Hiroshima Poems

Hiroshima Poems Let Us Be Midwives! by Hiroshima survivor Sadako Kurihara loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Midnight . . . the basement of a shattered building . . . atomic bomb survivors sniveling in the darkness . . . not a single candle between them . . . the odor of blood . . . the stench of death . . . the sickly-sweet smell of decaying humanity . . . the groans . . . the moans . . . Out of all that, suddenly, miraculously, a voice: "The baby's coming!" In the hellish basement, unexpectedly, a young mother has gone into labor. In the dark, lacking a single match, what to do? Scrambling to her side, forgetting themselves . . . It appears that my translation above has been used by Hiroshima University in a new field of study called International Peace and Coexistence. I found my translation on the university’s Peace and Coexistence Facebook page. Being a longtime peace activist, I am particularly happy with the name of the course! Now the remaining Hiroshima survivors are aging, and they must wonder what the world has learned from their harrowing ordeal: See: whose surviving sons visit the ancestral graves white-bearded, with trembling canes? ―Matsuo Basho, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch We should always consider the fates of innocent children: I lived as best I could, and then I died. Be careful where you step: the grave is wide. ―Michael R. Burch, "Epitaph for a Child of Hiroshima" The intense heat and light of the Hiroshima and Nagasaki atomic bomb blasts left behind ghostly silhouettes of human beings whose lives were erased in an instant: Hiroshima Shadows by Michael R. Burch Hiroshima shadows ... mother and child ... Oh, when will our hearts ever be beguiled to end mindless war ... to seek peace, reconciled to our common mortality? Poets remind us that we all share a common destiny: Grasses wilt: the braking locomotive grinds to a halt ―Yamaguchi Seishi, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Something by Michael R. Burch Something inescapable is lost― lost like a pale vapor curling up into shafts of moonlight, vanishing in a gust of wind toward an expanse of stars immeasurable and void. Something uncapturable is gone― gone with the spent leaves and illuminations of autumn, scattered into a haze with the faint rustle of parched grass and remembrance. Something unforgettable is past― blown from a glimmer into nothingness, or less, and finality has swept into a corner where it lies in dust and cobwebs and silence. Frail Envelope of Flesh by Michael R. Burch Frail envelope of flesh, lying cold on the surgeon’s table with anguished eyes like your mother’s eyes and a heartbeat weak, unstable ... Frail crucible of dust, brief flower come to this― your tiny hand in your mother’s hand for a last bewildered kiss ... Brief mayfly of a child, to live two artless years! Now your mother’s lips seal up your lips from the Deluge of her tears ... 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 hear the wistful call of their voices regretting choices made or perhaps not made in time, I can look back upon it and recall, in all its pale forms sublime, still Death will never be holy again. The day the Cloud reigned by Michael R. Burch The sky was clear on Hiroshima, sealing her fate. The report of the weather plane, neither early nor late, was certainly plain. The few innocuous clouds did not refrain from abandoning the city. Only the silence, monstrous in its complicity, regarding man’s error acknowledged the horror. Only the small, astonished victims understood the immaculate heavens: the inconceivable light igniting their bones; the Cloud, all of a sudden, billowing unbidden, and then the apocalyptic rain descending again and again. So that where white chrysanthemums had once whispered with bemused tongues instantly only ashen ruins remained the day the Cloud reigned. War Close Up by Hiroshima survivor Kurihara Sadako loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Stirring bugles! Rousing martial music! The announcer reporting "victory" like some messenger from on high, fanning, fanning the fervored flames of battle! Masterful state magicians materializing in a wizardly procession, spreading cleverly poisoned words to bewilder reason! Artistic expression abracadabra-ed into state-sponsored magic! The sound of boots, guns, bombs, cannons as our army advances, advances, advances toward the enemy! The thunder of our invincible tanks advancing! Alleluia! The sudden, sweet gurgles of drowning enemy ships! The radio broadcasts the sounds of battle: A war hymn resounding to the skies, sung by courageous men and women who worship this cruel idol, War. Oh, so powerful the merest whiff addles even the most independent spirit― the ***** of patriotism! the religion of race! While on scenic islands scattered like stepping stones across the globe, and on farflung continents, driven by boundless avarice, the landlords rage and rave again, instilling hatred in indigenous populations then prodding, driving them into battle. Full of high-sounding pretexts inevitably adapted to expediency they raise indisputable banners― God is on our side! Righteous war! Holy war! "Right" becomes the password of thieves. They square their shoulders: "To secure world peace annihilate the evil opponent!" They bark commands: "For ten years, a hundred years, fight to the last man, the last woman!" The master magicians' martial music resounds magisterially; fanatic bull-mad patriots roar and run amok; completely bewitched, the people carol in unison: "O, let me die by the side of my sweet Sovereign!" Keywords/Tags: Hiroshima, Nagasaki, atomic bomb, Japan, Japanese, translation, nukes, nuclear weapons, nuclear war, epitaph, child, children, mother, mothers, father, fathers, WWII, apocalypse, Armageddon

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the fact that man man created weapons with the capability to **** man and the intention to **** man is truly shocking is we existed without weaponry so many brutal wars could have been avoided and many deaths could have been postponed brutality and cruelty would not cease to exist but it would exist less

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Mar 31, 2020

Mar 31, 2020 at 9:22 PM UTC

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the fact that man man created weapons with the capability to **** man and the intention to **** man is truly shocking is we existed without weaponry so many brutal wars could have been avoided and many deaths could have been postponed brutality and cruelty would not cease to exist but it would exist less

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Shoot the shell in the sky Up up and away To fall far over there On enemy positions Blowing them up The way its meant to be Long range fires aimed At the enemy who does Exactly the same to us We are not the same His blood is not red Not are his thoughts pure Or intent good For he is our enemy And must be defeated Totally by all means

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Feb 17, 2020

Feb 17, 2020 at 9:41 PM UTC

Shoot the shell in the sky Up up and away To fall far over there On enemy positions Blowing them up The way its meant to be Long range fires aimed At the enemy who does Exactly the same to us We are not the same His blood is not red Not are his thoughts pure Or intent good For he is our enemy And must be defeated Totally by all means

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