"launchers" poems
Gunboats ahoy there’s pirates about
Speeding from Somali’s shore,
A fast flimsy boat and some black skinny men
With grenade launchers, cannon and more.
They’re coming to capture the tankers
They’re coming to capture the crew
They’re coming to take you hostage
Because fat cats will pay cash for you.
It’s happening more every day now
Ships are held to ransom for gold,
This contagion is out of hand now
The Somalian pirates are becoming so bold.
Hard men in the west prepare crackdowns
Gunboats sail for the Gulf as we speak,
With instructions to shoot to **** now
And make eradication of pirates complete!
But you ask, why is this happening?
Why does a man, a pirate become?
What instigates this crazy morphosis
From fisherman to pirate with gun?
Somalia has no Government to speak of,
It collapsed and went long ago.
No law or army in place here,
Life is dangerous, chaotic and low.
Some fat cats made use of the vacuum
They ditched toxic waste in the sea
They irradiated the coastline region
Making this a poisoned place to be.
The coast folk were dying in thousands
Sick mothers lost babies and kids
Black illness spread madly in villages
Then blind panic and pain hit the skids.
Some fat cats made use of the vacuum
They trawled the coastline clean
Somalia’s fishermen were destitute
The catch went from vast to lean.
The villagers were starving and hopeless
And what was pain became death.
The leaders appealed for salvation
But those with the means, had turned deaf.
Who would take this problem on now?
Who would make these ******** pay?
Most turned around and shunned them,
The world had turned and looked away.
So hit transgressors where they’re vulnerable.
Strike in sea lanes where it’s free.
Hit them near the Horn of Africa.
Attack with blades of piracy.
Hooray for the small man’s justice.
Hooray for his skinny, black shanks,
Please God help their quest for deliverance
For the West has arrived with their tanks.
Now I ask you, in all fairness
To stand back and view the scene,
Where the richest and most powerful
are doing something that's obscene
For not only are they poisoning
The most vulnerable race on earth
But compounding it with genocide,
And I add, for what it's worth,
The West, in righteous arrogance,
are crushing poorest fellow man
In his struggle for survival
Against their mammoth, global hand.
Marshalg
@theGate
Mangere Bridge
25 April 2009
Jan 19, 2010
Jan 19, 2010 at 7:33 PM UTC
Is it supposed to be nice on Tuesday?
Because I have a date
And I'm hoping
It will be
Good hand-holding weather
And I'm hoping
There will be sunflowers
And I'm praying for
Fireworks
Or sparklers
Or at least lighters
Maybe shooting stars
And rocket launchers
I want this to be the last first.
I don't want this to be awkward.
May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 9:50 PM UTC
No, no, I haven’t been doing this myself,
but I live in Cambodia,
and 2 guys and a girl were deported recently
for riding around on a motorbike in the ****
in broad daylight. Actually, you see,
naively or deliberately,
they rode right past a police station.
Now that must have been a sight for sore eyes.
So the police set out in hot pursuit,
rubbing their sore eyes, or whatever they rub,
maybe their truncheons, eh?
And when the perps were pulled over,
the cops didn’t fall about with hilarity
when these riders said quite calmly
that they were going to pick up their laundry.
Truly! They were backpackers! As if that explained it.
But publicly, the cops said nope,
these perps are obscene to be seen like this
and they violate Khmer customs and culture.
The cops even took pictures of this outrageous obscenity.
Indeed. The riders' rapture of being bare assed
and naked and **** free is not for Cambodia.
Certainly not at this juncture.
So their capture resulted in them being deported,
never to show hide nor hair in the country again.
Just goes to show...
But you can get away with ****** here,
particularly shooting union leaders or critics or protestors,
or you can throw a grenade into the opposition,
and **** a few right there. Those killers go free.
It's probably dangerous to speak openly,
but I don't think these guys read poetry.
They're probably busy oiling their artillery,
and even rocket launchers, as the PM
threatened to use against the opposition recently.
Seriously.
They're on the lookout for dissenters here.
Oh yes. And bare ***** Obviously.
So watch you **** in Cambodia,
especially if it's bare on a bike.
And ssshhh! Watch out for your mouth.
You need to cover your mouth up properly, too.
Mike T Minehan
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 5:01 AM UTC
Uniformed and re-upped,
We are the mind sweepers,
The navel gazers moving lint,
Waiting for the image to strike.
We are the missals
And the launchers,
Looking through cross-hairs
From think tanks.
We captain verse vessels to shore,
Unload and return for more.
We are the Romantic
Ancient sub-conscious mariners
Stitched in hammocks.
We are rocketeers.
A force
To reckon.
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 9:26 AM UTC
They punch me in the face
Until it is apparently asymmetrical
They call me human waste
And tell me not to be sentimental
When they're insistent
On our difference
I begin to see asymmetry
In the way they're treating me
Does anybody remember or even care
About what happened in Nisour Square?
A Blackwater slaughter
Killing sons and daughters
An unprovoked
Macabre joke
The militants were convicted
The victims remained deceased
The locals were livid
When the problem would repeat
We don't mind taking innocent lives intentionally
When we see their value asymmetrically
Does anyone remember when the city of Fallujah
Smoked like a hookah?
Thermobaric rocket launchers
That used depleted uranium
To melt insurgent craniums
Left behind waste
That is radioactive
The citizens could taste
The shame of being passive
When they couldn't reject
The spike in birth defects
A child is born with its heart protruding from its chest
So we can more easily grab it
That child was born with an asymmetrical breast
Because of our capitalist habit
Contractor corpses hang from a bridge
While we stand on a ridge
Separating chaos and order
A symmetrical border
Order oppresses
Chaos undresses
Both cause messes
We need to see each other equally
Or we'll continue seeing sequel sprees
We need to stop seeing asymmetrically
And adopt a completely loving creed
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 6:24 AM UTC
Hurricanes and Helicopters
Marching bands, and Missile launchers.
World War VI on the door step of the next generation.
Preparation for the salvation of a few.
Godspeed towards a hellish end.
Broken kings and queens to bend.
This storm is brewing, and the eye is seeing.
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 7:00 AM UTC
I can't write a love song
without you in my head
I can't type up poetry
without your picture in place
I can't sing a lullaby
without crying at what
could be yours and mine
bubbling bright eyes
So,
I change my I can'ts
into I can
and I smile at your words
I can write a love song
and it can be about you
as can poetry, lullabies and more
I can sit, find lightness of heart
from the moments we,
laughed until it hurt,
cared less and less of
the world around us acting all up
I can remember, the smiles
you brought me, tears I laughed
the butterflies I thought would
fly right out of me
so many were there
I can remember what it was to fall
in love,
with only you
my boo, my bae,
who I never want to stray
The love game is a minefield
rocket launchers let fall
my heart,
a semi precious weapon
prepared to fight
to always keep you in my sight .
© Sia Jane
*"I hear the birds on the summer breeze,
I drive fast, I am alone in the night
Been tryin' hard not to get into trouble,
but I, I've got a war in my mind
So, I just ride, just ride,"*
Lana Del Rey
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 6:44 PM UTC
i was brought up to
read books and play the
violin
i am from the heart of the
world you
know
a place among thieves
a place among business aspirations
a place among the pines
actually like a
postcard however
someday a clan of
gory
icy
determined
men came into town
men who took up
residence
between pines and a business park
buildings were built by the
men of the clan:
golden paint
giant offices
porsches
lambos
maybachs
gory
icy
determined
men had come into town
yelling in strange terms:
brate
hajde
jebi se
unexpected assassinations
executions of local mobsters
****** threats on judges
jebi se!
brate hajde
old methods
new turf
a war began
clan against mob
murderer against murderer
man against man
this place where i
lived
this place among
pines
turned into a war zone
year 2019
corners packed with hordes
willing to die
armed with
machetes
pump actions
rocket launchers
tanks
this place where i
lived
this place among
pines
turned into a war zone
year 2019
Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 4:55 PM UTC
Halloween at Camp LeJuene
So those storage tanks
the ads of late-night-- all talkin' about
some thirty-five years a-leaking like...
some aplastic benzene-apocryphal river
Horror!
tastes like chemo Kool Aide
forever in the mouth
washing over parade route
seeping into boots and wombs
of cadets who can't hear the music
over a child's laughter-- ever
over failing livers
lined up like lawyers marching
onto glyphosate green
to Parkinsonian cheers
to Taps-solos echoeimg off the stone-
of mind and memory
Flags!
Flapping-angry!
“No (wo)man left behind
on the multiple ways to myeloma
Miscarriages
of justice!
A silence waiting
an eternity
of tiny infant cries
emptying....
into Love Canal
There will be...
NO JUSTICE!
Only billions set aside
for funeral-ic devastation
“Significant compensation”
--being read in a woman's face
in a woman's voice
“...suffering from any of these....
after drinking the water at Camp Le Juene”
at the hands-down
heads-turned
greased palms of
silence
being owned
by military-corpporate
“channels”
of secrecy
...of Pharma-to-government
medical-backwaters
laundered to-governments
of banana republics
Mercenery chemicals
Medicine with missile launchers
strewn
among military over-runs of...
…of high power rifles,
night goggles, and F-15s
What am I missing here?
...about the rubbery clots and myocarditis?
Has it finally come round to us?
How could I not see!
not recall?
How many years ago--
since I could hear?
the rapid fire!
“The toxic Leaks!”
“...suffered from any of these...”
...feeding tube terrors
Time's tumors
downgrade to errors
deferred...
Now beside the grief as amputees
--take the field of parade
While Misplaced Rage
pages through abortions of blame
in the chemical caldron
where they **** shower, and shave
...then towel-dry their babies
or not....
Where are the rapid-fire rats and bats
when we need 'em?
Semper Fi!
Nov 29, 2022
Nov 29, 2022 at 10:12 PM UTC
Everyone loves Californians -
And I'm no exception.
Those intrepid '49ers
Seeking gold and finding
Paradise after the hard works.
Westies, like me - Holly's
Templeton's happifying
The Globe at their expense.
When Coffee meets Tea,
We'll be on the same page -
Although I know, as you,
That the sheet is opaque.
Those exploratory launchers
Targeting a future calamity
Awaiting a firm landing,
Solidly stoic in the face
Of an ignorant populous
Eager, but innocently unaware.
Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 5:13 PM UTC
Awaking in the dawn
Asking for a new life
As I wipe the tears from my eyes
Our life of youth is now behind us
The real special times of my life
When responsibilities were simple
To cut the grass
Put out the trash
Go to school
Do my home work
Where games were fun
Sleepovers and board games
Hide and seek, your it
Street football
Tackle the man with the ball
A fight because 2 of us got mad
Was only to fight your best friend
A neighborhood brawl with the next block
fist only
When getting in trouble was for
Not being home when the street lights went out
Skipping school and getting caught
Out of mom's screaming voice when she wanted you
punishment
A belt or a paddle
from mom, your teaches or
your friends parents
A go to your room, no TV
Our secrets were kept
Our hidden tree house with a rope swing
Our secret hiding spots
The girls we liked
Adventure were scary
Opening old coffins in the crematory
Catching snakes
Trapping whatever
Camping in the woods
When you got nervous was from
Playing seven minutes in heaven
Kissing your first girl
Friends picking on you
excitement was a trip
Holidays from school
Christmas
Thanksgiving
Easter
New years & the 4th of July, fireworks
And the next dad collecting what didn't go off
Lets not forget the ice cream truck
Some of our mischievous ways
Throwing water balloons at stranger
Making tennis ball grenade launchers
Running in the fog behind the mosquito truck
to make a buck
was to cut grass
get a paper route
sell anything
I could go own but I'm sure you get the point
Our generation is gone and the youth will never know
Now it's high tech and everything is a crime
Kid's stay in the house playing video games
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 9:14 AM 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...
Mar 20, 2022
Mar 20, 2022 at 5:42 PM UTC
(20 minute poetry)
Peace letters to Cochise
forked trails
forked tongues
watch the arrows come
bullets from the gun
the ink ran dry
as the dead passed by
and again
peace letters to Cochise.
In the happy hunting ground
buffalo run
like water off a duck's back,
we all make fun of that uniform
the cavalry find it funny too
wonders will never cease
peace letters to Cochise.
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 9:47 AM UTC
many a lad
has sold his soul
for the chance to possess
a center console
he picks the T-top
and the color graphics
with an eye to how
it will look in traffic
for the rocket launchers
and numerous reels
he trades his children
and the rest he steals
gotta have the four-stroke
to drive him out yonder
so he hocks his wife
for a brand new Honda
to pull the whole lot
needs an F-150
so he cons a salesman
without looking too shifty
and drives away
in his cloud of glory
but that's not the end
of this sordid story
he's crossing the bridge
on the way to the ramp
and fails at the side
to see a sleeping *****
hobo wakes up
sees Apocalypse descending
yells like a banshee
and starts defending
his right to the road
and an open-air bed
that's when our lad's boat
hits him right in the head
blood's all over
the go-fast paint
and hobo yells
I WISH TO LODGE A COMPLAINT!
but the rig's long gone
uncontrolled weaving
driver's a-panic
and feels himself leaving
the road and the scene
his wits start to falter
as he crashes through barricades
into the water.
Now you could say
he got what he deserved
with a long prison sentence
justice was served
he sits in the slammer
regretting his role
but planning his next
BIGGER center console.
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 7:56 PM UTC
Deep scepters
Light measures
Star gazer
Rocket launchers
Storm chasers
Lip biters
New levels
Old texture
I can see it now.
He Died for love, he lived to see the measure.
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 2:38 AM UTC
Here we are stark naked and mad
men and women and children of lunatics
screaming in the face
of the politics of war
and the war of politics
and its all the same to us
as you're the same old hateful man
feeding his blind dog
the bones of our innocence
and we can hear the fear
in your wheezing breath
as you try to feed us the same
********
as your fathers father before you
and your blood is thinning
and running cold
and your hate machine
is rusted and old
and your busy spinning
and inventing new ways to lie
but all we hear is the same old
hollow alibi
and we have no currency to invest
in your insistence that the cost
of freedom
must be our children's deaths
but the only truth to your ideology
is that our dead bodies are needed
to profit your tombstone makers
and your bomb droppers
and your missile launchers
and the rat-a-tat-tat song
of the made to order machine guns
and like a true showman of illusion and deceit
you hide behind the curtain
and pretend the problem
is more or less control
while in the dark back alleys
that lead to children sweating away
you manufacture bullets of hate and rage
and flood the market with minnows
with bellies full of lies
and it doesn't matter how many times
we change the face of the puppet
when the puppeteers stay the same
shiny new strings don't mean a thing
when its the big hands of big business
and big banks
attached to small minds
that only give a ******
about their own oily hides
that make the marionette dance
and it's all smoke and mirrors
when it comes to the open mic
and the delusion
of the freedom of choice
and we're tired and we're starving
and we're sick and we're feed up
and we're desperate and we're volatile
and we're ready to stand our ground
and we're ready to push back
it's far past the time for a change
and we don't want another needless war
but we can't let you claim to have
another bloodless war
for if there is blood to spill
it's gonna be mixed with yours
and your history of hate
is headed for its long past due fate
and you have failed to divide us
with your repetitive rhetoric
of blaming the poor for being poor
and the sick for being sick
and the old for being old
and you've thrown out all the dignity
of the words
"that all men are created equal"
by slowly trying to strip us one by one of equality
trying to sell fiction as truth
to pass laws to fatten the cats
that scratch your back
you can discriminate
but united will stand against your antipathy
to the color of our brothers skin
and the strength of our sisters minds
and the age of our fathers and mothers hearts
And here we stand together
stark naked and mad
men and women and children
of lunatics
Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 8:21 PM UTC
Burns in the heart
Need to recover from it
You left me a scar
That reminds you all the time
Pain never bothered me
But Separation had full effect
It feels like rocket launchers
Hitting my heart
Breaking it into several pieces
Everyday my task is to
Collect my pieces and
Attach them and
Giving a faking smile
That no one can ever know
My pain
I am an actor
Who is cheating me
To adapt for loneliness
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 9:13 AM UTC
It's On
Sit Your ***** *** Down
Baron Trump For President
Baron 2028
Time Laspe
Comcast
Wireless
Pyramid Technology
ReBuild
ReGroup
ReLease
The Trigger
1 Trillion A Day Tiny
Easy Money
Military
Secret Service
Rocket Launchers
Live Strong Long and Free
Heil Z
King
Baddest in History
Chopping off Heads
Guantanamo
Peel Nails
Legal Torture
You Lie I Didn't
Who's Losing Fingers
Feb 27, 2025
Feb 27, 2025 at 8:20 PM UTC
F-22 FULLY EQUIP'T STEALTH RAPTOR
F-35 FULLY EQUIP STEALTH HOVER LIGHTNING
B-2 STEALTH SPY BOMBER
B-21 NUCLEAR STEALTH SPY BOMBER
F-52 HYPERSONIC ALL OUT WARFAREQUIP'T SUPER JET
TANKS THE SIZE OF HOUSES NEVER SEEN
CARRIERS 3K DEEP
DESTROYERS DESTROY YOU
BLITZER RAIL GUNS
LAZER SHIPS
UNSEEN BUILD SUBMATRIC MOBILIZERS
DISK LAUNCHERS AN CATCHERS
UNDERGROUND FORTRESSES
ILLUMINATIC BABYLON
MIGHTY MISSISSIPPI
10 THOUSAND TITANS AN A PACK OF FUZES
10 THOUSAND TRIPLE HYPERSONIC BEEM'Z
BLOOD VESSEL EXPLODING FREQUENCIES
SWITCH THE POLES PUSH A BUTTON
FLYING ASPERATOUS
TELEPORTATION
OTHER DEMINSIONS PHILADELPHIA PROJECT
MORE THEN ONE PHILOSOPHICAL LIFE SOURCE
INVISIBILITY CLOAKS
2 DAYS ALIVE ONE DAY ASLEEP DAY WALKERS
600 DAYS A YEAR LOST
3 SUNS
A DEAD EARTH
GIGANTIC MOON
THEN US
YOU DONT SEE THRU WINDOWS
WINDOWS SEE THRU YOU
THEY GOT YOU BUT THEY BEEN GOT
SO TECHINICALLY MANKIND DIED
I JUST MENTIONED IT
WHOS THAT MAKE ME
YOU CANT SURVIVE IF THERES NO BATTLE TO FIGHT
YOU CANT FACE THE TRUTH BECAUSE ITS BLINDING
IF YOU QUESTION IT YOUR FEELINS ARE EXHAUSTED
LETS BE REAL HOW DO YOU STOP IT
THE FACTS ARE WRONG
ENERGY CANNOT BE CREATED OR DESTROYED
WRONG
FOREIGN UNIVERSAL ENERGY IS GATHERING HERE
MEANING OUR ENERGY DIES
SO THEREFORE THAT MEANS ALL PROFESSORS ARE WRONG
MOVING TO MIDDLE EARTH
COMING BACK WITH A TARANASAURUS
RIDING A MAMMOTH
DROP 10 TRILLION BUCKETS AN FREEZE MY CHIPS
PAY ATTENTION THE STORY CONTINUES
READ THIS OVER AN OVER
GRAB AIR
STOMP IT OUT
MOVE THE FAULTS
GRAB LAND
SHAKE EARTH
ASK CALIFORNIA
ON RECORD I SHOOK EARTH
NOONE IN HISTORY HAS
YOU CANNOT DENY
IT WAS WRITTEN
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 1:52 AM UTC