#worldwar
Only when we have felt, even once,
the clawed caress of strife,
do we value the soft warm hand
of peaceful days in our life.
Give me boredom and humdrum
over adventure and interesting times;
a quiet corner in a calm house
to write and edit my rhymes.
Oh, war has driven the pen stroke
and sorrow versed in the bomb strike,
but I’d rather read all about it
in a book and only imagine what it’s like,
than breathe the smoke of burning -
the death scent of a home.
I do not need to personally bleed
to scratch out a war-time poem.
Better to write of cows and apples,
than Flanders field and poppies;
to write of a Luve like a red, red rose,
than a requiem for the Croppies;
and though the poet much values his words
I’ll bet that each war-torn bard
would’ve chosen to write first hand in the soft
than ink pain in the trench of the hard.
Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 3:06 AM UTC
If you want to be a true influencer
you should put in some actual work
****** the Archduke of Austria and his wife
The Duchess of Hohenberg
Gavrilo Princip did not have many followers
He did not have any discount codes for his online store
He had a simple dream to break off Austria-Hungary's South Slav provinces so they could be combined into a Yugoslavia, and instead he started a world war
If you want to influence society
for centuries to come
Stop being a coward posting vacation pics online
Go out and get yourself a gun
Jan 7, 2021
Jan 7, 2021 at 7:02 PM UTC
The world
is sleeping with gun
under its pillow,
dreaming of fantasies
to efface sorrows.
𝘗𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦.
The world
is sleeping in terror.
This is the coldest war
of the year.
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 4:35 AM UTC
I know not with what weapons
World War 3 will be fought,
but World War 4 will be fought
with seals and deals.
OR DO I SAY
I know not with what weapons
World War 4 will be fought,
but World War 5 will be fought
from Mars and Venus.
Jan 9, 2020
Jan 9, 2020 at 1:41 PM UTC
Dear Charlie,
Don’t worry about me, I am doing all alright
Today I ate a Rhubarb custard pie
Like mom used to cook when we would’ve cried
Or when we finished eating dinner late in the night
Then, we played "Beat Your Neighbor Out Of Doors"
And we wagered collectible cigarette packs
I have won a Lucky strike just like yours
So I exchange it for a bugles and dots snack
Later, we listened to the radio
Everyone knew: “It's a Long Way to Tipperary"
I looked at some memorable photos
Even the one with grandpa who stayed temporarily
Finishing the day, I read the book you gave me
Looking at the sky, reminiscing our memories
At the end of the day, I cherish you greatly
So, little brother, don’t worry about me
Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 3:37 AM UTC
In the ***** fields the red plant glows
Shining bright row by rows
Highlighting our opiates blight
Soldier by soldier I save tonight
Ease their pain do it right
For they may stray towards the light
Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 1:38 PM UTC
The tiny soldier
Scream and angers came into my life
Run as fast as you can to survive
Blurred vision and smoke in the sky
There is nothing I can do but cry
The promise of coming back will be broken in small piece
All the memories gone in a blank space
When my family will come to me and see Rest In Peace
I would not let them with disgrace
“Dale, straight line , they are approaching”
Keep a hushed tone while crawling
Trenches are falling and no more safe
henceforth I have no longer faith
Not a feeling, no more pain
Like a flower laying on the rain
Blood dropping without time spend
I will only see darkness before it ends
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 9:44 AM UTC
Wet mud and soil
and in the fray,
in the barrage of bullets,
He stands triumphantly.
His allies are dead,
His family are lost to him.
Behind him a flag waves and
Between the stripes and stars,
Splatters of blood soak the cloth.
Over the ocean, they hold the flag high.
For as the father of their country sits in an office
young men and woman die for him.
The flag of red, blue and white.
A symbol of patriotism to some.
To others though,
The flag waves blood, suffocation and bone.
Even those that hold it high.
For as the saliva of the war-hungry man
Drips from his lips,
And as the rotten words sprout from his pungent tongue,
Soldiers die with guns at their hips
And now the clock with hands on 12 is finally rung.
Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 2:44 PM UTC
"Brothers will fight one another
and **** one another.
Cousins will break peace
with one another.
The world will be a hard place to live in.
"…an age of the axe, an age of the sword,
an age of storms, an age of wolves.
Shields will be cloven."
Brothers fought one another
and killed one another.
Cousins broke peace
with one another.
The world was a hard place to live in.
But this is no battlefield of
gods and men
Nor triumph over fell beast
and the splitting of shields.
This is the exploding shell
down cobbled streets of old;
of thatched roofs ablaze,
the ashen ruin of hearth and abode;
The weeping eye of Theotokos
in Ragnarǫk’s gaze.
Two decades before;
football on Christmas morn’.
'Stille Nacht' from the trench,
that soothing tune.
Giving of gifts and handshakes
And smiles in between,
When it first dawned upon you:
You were brothers.
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 10:18 AM UTC
Rio Olympics
No more fun and games,
Olympics in Rio,
to get ready for the games,
they cleared out the barrios,
where does tomorrow go,
once it’s gone,
from expectation to memory,
along with the setting sun,
Son,
you don’t know me,
allow me to introduce myself,
I’m Aaron Lux I’m a writer,
and I believe knowledge is wealth,
stealth lover yes,
not a stealth fighter jet,
because if you ask me how we can stop ISIS,
I’ll say let’s release the Happy Mist,
they’ll just call it Happy Clouds,
serious as a heart attack with Cirrus clouds of Happy Mist,
or better yet,
Nimbus clouds,
and citrus sounds,
our reigns begun,
this is a flood not trickle down,
no more fun and games,
Olympics in Rio
to get ready for the games,
they cleared out the barrios,
where does tomorrow go,
once it’s gone,
from expectation to memory,
along with the setting sun,
and speaking of sun,
we are live at the Apollo,
like the Greek God of the same name,
trying to fill all theses hearts we meet that are hollow,
hello,
do you want something to believe in,
well how about world peace,
for the people and the planet that we live on,
honestly,
and that is why when I see war,
I don’t think the only way to stop it is violence,
because if you fight fire with fire then you’ll burn the whole world down,
and I’m an eager volunteer fire fighter that’s first in and a final finalist,
where is the Happy Mist,
let’s cover the gun smoke with love soak,
let’s saturate the masses maybe then they won’t be so classless,
and let’s write down this idea before we forget it in our deep pocketbook…
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 1:34 PM UTC
He’s gone away forever,
Mother says he’ll be back soon,
But it’s going to be just like dad.
He’s been away since June.
It’s hard to hold back tears
When mother speaks his name
I falter upon telling her
That he’ll never be back again
The night before he went
He sat down by my bed
“You take good care of mother”
That’s the last thing that he said.
He went to war out of hatred
Which blurred his sense of love
For those he held so sacred.
And now he sits above.
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 8:08 PM UTC