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"mosul" poems

Must we only dream of wise kings who know that rivers must flow peacefully so a woman can sing her children to sleep and fathers not weep holding them in grief too heartbroken to rage at the violence men bring in this age that should be long left behind us?

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May 27, 2017

May 27, 2017 at 8:54 AM UTC

Manchester or Mosul or Aleppo or Kabul

Must we only dream of wise kings who know that rivers must flow peacefully so a woman can sing her children to sleep and fathers not weep holding them in grief too heartbroken to rage at the violence men bring in this age that should be long left behind us?

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[Dedicated to Aung San Suu Kyi, the greatest Fraud of all times] Darkness like Halagu Khan is running taking sword in hand; Light is fleeing raising its tail. The decorated dream-city will lose its electricity for ever; in all directions, the slogan of hyenas will be heard only. Going to the shade of Bodhi Tree, I asked Gautama Buddha, 'By tasting which poisonous fruit, your disciples have become insane and have been involved in massacre in Myanmar? ' Hanging his head, said Gautama, 'Darkness.' Going to Bethlehem, I asked Jesus Christ, 'By drinking which grape-juice, your disciples have become insane and have been involved in massacre in Mosul, Baghdad and Syria singing of democracy? ' Hanging his head, said Jesus, 'Darkness.' Going to the holy home of Moses, I bowed down my head and said, 'Would you tell me, by eating which Manna and Salwa your disciples have become insane and have been involved in killing children and women in holy Palestine? ' Hanging his head, said Moses, 'Darkness.' Going to Mathura city, I said to Lord Krishna, 'Please tell me, by eating which food offering to deity, your disciples have become insane and have been involved in massacre in Kashmir, Delhi and Gujarat? ' Hanging his head, said Krishna, 'Darkness.' Darkness like Halagu Khan is running taking sword in hand; Light is fleeing raising its tail. Again the days of darkness have descended on earth. I have been searching Abdul-Muttalib's son Abdullah's house in Pharaoh's city— in such a thick darkness, no doubt, the Sun of the desert had risen in the lap of Amina! [Translated by the poet from Bengali]

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Dec 9, 2016

Dec 9, 2016 at 7:28 AM UTC

sayeed-abubakar

[Dedicated to Aung San Suu Kyi, the greatest Fraud of all times] Darkness like Halagu Khan is running taking sword in hand; Light is fleeing raising its tail. The decorated dream-city will lose its electricity for ever; in all directions, the slogan of hyenas will be heard only. Going to the shade of Bodhi Tree, I asked Gautama Buddha, 'By tasting which poisonous fruit, your disciples have become insane and have been involved in massacre in Myanmar? ' Hanging his head, said Gautama, 'Darkness.' Going to Bethlehem, I asked Jesus Christ, 'By drinking which grape-juice, your disciples have become insane and have been involved in massacre in Mosul, Baghdad and Syria singing of democracy? ' Hanging his head, said Jesus, 'Darkness.' Going to the holy home of Moses, I bowed down my head and said, 'Would you tell me, by eating which Manna and Salwa your disciples have become insane and have been involved in killing children and women in holy Palestine? ' Hanging his head, said Moses, 'Darkness.' Going to Mathura city, I said to Lord Krishna, 'Please tell me, by eating which food offering to deity, your disciples have become insane and have been involved in massacre in Kashmir, Delhi and Gujarat? ' Hanging his head, said Krishna, 'Darkness.' Darkness like Halagu Khan is running taking sword in hand; Light is fleeing raising its tail. Again the days of darkness have descended on earth. I have been searching Abdul-Muttalib's son Abdullah's house in Pharaoh's city— in such a thick darkness, no doubt, the Sun of the desert had risen in the lap of Amina! [Translated by the poet from Bengali]

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Nothing is going to protect us from the human condition We can have fortune and fame Be on the top of our game We can be a rocker in Lost Wages We can be a woman with a small child Trying to do welfare to work We can dance the tango with a Friday night **** We can be busted for another dui We can be the head of the corporation We can even be Paul McCartney Michael Jordan Kennedy may be our name But nothing is going to protect us from the human condition I've gambled and won I've gambled and lost Millionaire wives die of cancer Joanie's Johnnie gets SARS Steve Jobs takes the last dive. A truck driver falls asleep A thirty seconds delay winds up catastrophe So sorry! Nothing protects us from the human condition There are mine fields all around us, most we don't even see We can be in Mosul We can be in Aleppo We can be in Somalia We can be in Mozambique One ember, a conflagration One breath of air, a hurricane One drop of rain, water everywhere Twisted Bill Cosby his son murdered while changing a tire Your name can be Whitney Houston mother and daughter have died Ronald Reagan's dementia he didn't remember a thing The list of the names it never really ends all that fame power and fortune All of the pain loss and suffering of me and you Bad moods ain't seen nothing yet There is no protection from the human condition You can set me up another one I'm drinking to "how it goes " I hide out I come out I'm probably like you I don't know what I'm supposed to do except find slices of delight when able There is no protection from the human condition.

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Dec 8, 2016

Dec 8, 2016 at 10:19 PM UTC

The Human Condition

Nothing is going to protect us from the human condition We can have fortune and fame Be on the top of our game We can be a rocker in Lost Wages We can be a woman with a small child Trying to do welfare to work We can dance the tango with a Friday night **** We can be busted for another dui We can be the head of the corporation We can even be Paul McCartney Michael Jordan Kennedy may be our name But nothing is going to protect us from the human condition I've gambled and won I've gambled and lost Millionaire wives die of cancer Joanie's Johnnie gets SARS Steve Jobs takes the last dive. A truck driver falls asleep A thirty seconds delay winds up catastrophe So sorry! Nothing protects us from the human condition There are mine fields all around us, most we don't even see We can be in Mosul We can be in Aleppo We can be in Somalia We can be in Mozambique One ember, a conflagration One breath of air, a hurricane One drop of rain, water everywhere Twisted Bill Cosby his son murdered while changing a tire Your name can be Whitney Houston mother and daughter have died Ronald Reagan's dementia he didn't remember a thing The list of the names it never really ends all that fame power and fortune All of the pain loss and suffering of me and you Bad moods ain't seen nothing yet There is no protection from the human condition You can set me up another one I'm drinking to "how it goes " I hide out I come out I'm probably like you I don't know what I'm supposed to do except find slices of delight when able There is no protection from the human condition.

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I have bad dreams. They come, unbidden, into my room at night. They pass through the maze of my alcoholic daze; They take me back, Back to a dusty desert road; Our convoy is headed towards Mosul. But we never make it there: The Humvee is upended by an eardrum shattering blast. I am falling. I see you are screaming but there is no sound.. Blackness. I died three times on the medivac copter But the Corpsman kept bringing me back. I have bad dreams In them I see the faces of the dead, They are the faces of my friends; My friends, for whom I mourn Until this heart becomes a stone.

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Jul 21, 2015

Jul 21, 2015 at 9:43 AM UTC

john-f-mccullagh

HEART LIKE A STONE

I have bad dreams. They come, unbidden, into my room at night. They pass through the maze of my alcoholic daze; They take me back, Back to a dusty desert road; Our convoy is headed towards Mosul. But we never make it there: The Humvee is upended by an eardrum shattering blast. I am falling. I see you are screaming but there is no sound.. Blackness. I died three times on the medivac copter But the Corpsman kept bringing me back. I have bad dreams In them I see the faces of the dead, They are the faces of my friends; My friends, for whom I mourn Until this heart becomes a stone.

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2 drops of tear Travel down her side eye Flowing consecutively on a loop Yet falling into oblivion Breaking free from her once ethereal sockets As the icy sideline waves ravage her mind Consuming every evidence of hope she once embodied Trapped she is beneath layers of ice Ice so thick to break through Yet clear enough so you know she is there. 2 drops of tear (O once upon a time they were) Fall not from his side eye Deposit instead in the reservoir of him Quietly wearing away the gypsum norms on which he stands Like the Mosul Dam o he knows Still his paintbrush daily he holds Laminating his façade in fifty shades of hegemony blue. ©Belema.S.Ekine

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Apr 7, 2017

Apr 7, 2017 at 12:01 PM UTC

belemascribbles

2 SIDES OF THE COIN

2 drops of tear Travel down her side eye Flowing consecutively on a loop Yet falling into oblivion Breaking free from her once ethereal sockets As the icy sideline waves ravage her mind Consuming every evidence of hope she once embodied Trapped she is beneath layers of ice Ice so thick to break through Yet clear enough so you know she is there. 2 drops of tear (O once upon a time they were) Fall not from his side eye Deposit instead in the reservoir of him Quietly wearing away the gypsum norms on which he stands Like the Mosul Dam o he knows Still his paintbrush daily he holds Laminating his façade in fifty shades of hegemony blue. ©Belema.S.Ekine

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We give guns to our sons, to protect our land to protect our souls to protect our goals We have guns in the truck guns in the car in the prison bus guns just for fun. guns at the airport guns on the plane guns in the air, guns in every state guns at the armory guns at the bank guns for the money guns in the safe guns on The Hill guns on patrol guns on the street "guns that **** guns on the gangs guns in the trains guns at the range guns on the stage guns on T.V guns at big screens guns at the table, guns on the scene guns on the plains, guns in the mount, guns in the desert, guns we can't count guns in the south, guns from the west, from coast to coast guns everywhere! guns on hand guns on the boats Guns across --- the whole wide world. Guns in Mosul, Guns in Iraq Guns in Japan Guns in Slovak Guns in Chicago Guns in Bhutan Guns in Australia, Malay, and Taiwan Guns in Korea, Guns in the ocean Guns on the shores, guns never broken --or sold or banned or destroyed or stolen No token prayer, no sign of devotion no tears or weeping or candles have spoken for the thousands dead, the thousands snuffed dead Guns in the policecar, Guns in the open Guns on the street, But no, we can't own them Our children are dead, dying and born Into a world of guns, and guns that won't go we protect our world, our money, our loves with guns So why don't we do so? With the children? Our sons?

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Jun 13, 2018

Jun 13, 2018 at 5:38 PM UTC

We give guns to our sons, to protect our land to protect our souls to protect our goals We have guns in the truck guns in the car in the prison bus guns just for fun. guns at the airport guns on the plane guns in the air, guns in every state guns at the armory guns at the bank guns for the money guns in the safe guns on The Hill guns on patrol guns on the street "guns that **** guns on the gangs guns in the trains guns at the range guns on the stage guns on T.V guns at big screens guns at the table, guns on the scene guns on the plains, guns in the mount, guns in the desert, guns we can't count guns in the south, guns from the west, from coast to coast guns everywhere! guns on hand guns on the boats Guns across --- the whole wide world. Guns in Mosul, Guns in Iraq Guns in Japan Guns in Slovak Guns in Chicago Guns in Bhutan Guns in Australia, Malay, and Taiwan Guns in Korea, Guns in the ocean Guns on the shores, guns never broken --or sold or banned or destroyed or stolen No token prayer, no sign of devotion no tears or weeping or candles have spoken for the thousands dead, the thousands snuffed dead Guns in the policecar, Guns in the open Guns on the street, But no, we can't own them Our children are dead, dying and born Into a world of guns, and guns that won't go we protect our world, our money, our loves with guns So why don't we do so? With the children? Our sons?

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Mosul streets I walk, Blood on every corner, Innocence dead and lost, Somebody please take me away. This warzone has become, A hell too much to bear, There is no life for some, While others die in despair. Mosul streets I walk, Counting bodies on the path, There is no end to this gore, No point in keeping false hopes.

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May 13, 2018

May 13, 2018 at 7:47 AM UTC

taranpreetkalra

Mosul streets I walk, Blood on every corner, Innocence dead and lost, Somebody please take me away. This warzone has become, A hell too much to bear, There is no life for some, While others die in despair. Mosul streets I walk, Counting bodies on the path, There is no end to this gore, No point in keeping false hopes.

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Oh, Faleeha How brilliant is your future I whisper in my ear And pat my shoulder Every morning I open my day with a big lie I tell myself Faleeha leave the news to the promoters of rumors And the houses being bombed by skilled pilots They will be rebuilt immediately afterward Leave Iraqi women to be sold in the Sbaya Bazaar in Mosul Mothers will give birth to other daughters nine months later Don’t worry about the man who sells his life for a handful of coins under the sweltering sun One day he will be able to get a Chinese umbrella Don’t worry about your niece whose face now being eaten by skin cancer She will get through Photoshop a wonderful picture for her profile on Facebook Why do you look so long at picture of your friend who is missing from Kuwait war? He is lucky He survived the darkness of grave Oh, Faleeha Leave the children of Baghdad to wake up to violent explosions Music is no longer fit for their mornings Write down the martyrs names on a piece of a paper and place it in your old coat and leave it in the closet Or send it to the dry cleaners I’m tired of counting the names of the martyrs and the war never ends Faleeha Don’t plan for the future It is as a close as a sniper’s bullet Yes, I open my day with a big Big Big lie But no lie can cover the scary truth

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Sep 17, 2019

Sep 17, 2019 at 6:34 PM UTC

Oh, Faleeha How brilliant is your future I whisper in my ear And pat my shoulder Every morning I open my day with a big lie I tell myself Faleeha leave the news to the promoters of rumors And the houses being bombed by skilled pilots They will be rebuilt immediately afterward Leave Iraqi women to be sold in the Sbaya Bazaar in Mosul Mothers will give birth to other daughters nine months later Don’t worry about the man who sells his life for a handful of coins under the sweltering sun One day he will be able to get a Chinese umbrella Don’t worry about your niece whose face now being eaten by skin cancer She will get through Photoshop a wonderful picture for her profile on Facebook Why do you look so long at picture of your friend who is missing from Kuwait war? He is lucky He survived the darkness of grave Oh, Faleeha Leave the children of Baghdad to wake up to violent explosions Music is no longer fit for their mornings Write down the martyrs names on a piece of a paper and place it in your old coat and leave it in the closet Or send it to the dry cleaners I’m tired of counting the names of the martyrs and the war never ends Faleeha Don’t plan for the future It is as a close as a sniper’s bullet Yes, I open my day with a big Big Big lie But no lie can cover the scary truth

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Aleppo and Mosul It is interesting to read how newspapers like the Guardian changes the way it portrays the war The Russians are bombing Aleppo they want the rebels out hence civilians to get killed and it is the Russians who are The criminals. In Mosul the USA is bombing and they have troops on the ground many civilians will be killed, but that is the fault of IS so we are understanding of this and will dream of calling them criminal

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Oct 17, 2016

Oct 17, 2016 at 6:32 PM UTC

jan-oskar-hansen

Aleppo and Mosul

Aleppo and Mosul It is interesting to read how newspapers like the Guardian changes the way it portrays the war The Russians are bombing Aleppo they want the rebels out hence civilians to get killed and it is the Russians who are The criminals. In Mosul the USA is bombing and they have troops on the ground many civilians will be killed, but that is the fault of IS so we are understanding of this and will dream of calling them criminal

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Hectic day Hectic day An eventful day this Saturday A man is shot to death at Orly airport clearly out of his mind and France is under lock down; the hysteria is taking hold a laptop in a car was stolen it sensitive information or perhaps not a man tries to climb the fence at the White House and there is blood on the carpet those on duty should have known and not eat doughnuts when looking at the security screen dogs and men are prowling the lawn outside they must be seen doing something one can say this have been a day of a none –event and Mosul it is a side show. At Fox News, long legged girls- with Botox faces- blame the Chinese, Trump's pet hate. The French were not sure who to blame think the mayhem might have been caused by Iran or the Germans for taking in too many Syrians. And over us like Damocles' sword….Trump telling us all will be fantastic and work for everyone.

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Mar 31, 2017

Mar 31, 2017 at 3:37 AM UTC

jan-oskar-hansen

Hectic day Hectic day An eventful day this Saturday A man is shot to death at Orly airport clearly out of his mind and France is under lock down; the hysteria is taking hold a laptop in a car was stolen it sensitive information or perhaps not a man tries to climb the fence at the White House and there is blood on the carpet those on duty should have known and not eat doughnuts when looking at the security screen dogs and men are prowling the lawn outside they must be seen doing something one can say this have been a day of a none –event and Mosul it is a side show. At Fox News, long legged girls- with Botox faces- blame the Chinese, Trump's pet hate. The French were not sure who to blame think the mayhem might have been caused by Iran or the Germans for taking in too many Syrians. And over us like Damocles' sword….Trump telling us all will be fantastic and work for everyone.

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1 On that night, pierced by the sound of rain, Everything is possible... When one is washed in cognac, Drenched in sorrow, Haunted by the unknown... And when one refuses to remain a stone. So why— Do you consult the coffee cups? Why— Do you ask the endless questions? And why— Did you come to the sea, If you fear the journey? 2 Between October and October, Like the warm sugar flowing from the heart of fruit... Leave your fate to God, and sleep. For your ******* come into this world by destiny, And by destiny, they fade away... 3 Love will come in its time... So wear your Egyptian caftan. I now recall the cotton fields of the Delta... Sit wherever you like, For the piano concerto Will erase time, Erase you, Erase me, And erase the burdens we have carried since birth. Love will come in its time... And passion will come in its time... For the piano concerto Washes all things in camphor and oil, Melts the ice off the faces of lakes, Summons strange butterflies, And brings forth fields anew. So let things be natural... effortless... For the piano concerto Finds its own solutions. Love will come in its time... And the piano... Will call us into its watery chamber, And I do not know what it will say... 4 Everything is possible... On that night, pierced by the sound of rain. Tchaikovsky— Now passes like a bird through Petersburg’s squares, Slipping like a green dream from Montparnasse, Drifting through the memory of roses, Gathering the yellow leaves of Europe's forests, Praying in Hagia Sophia, Weeping in the sacred halls of Najaf, Between mirrors and golden domes... 5 Everything is possible... On that night, pierced by the sound of rain. So wear your Kurdish caftan... I do not know why— But I recall Mosul in spring, The water reeds swaying in the marshes, The orchards of Al-Rasafa, And the writings God inscribes In roses and gold, Upon the palm fronds of Shatt Al-Arab At sunset... 6 Good morning, jasmine... are you well? The piano concerto Lit the fire for us... then vanished. Now, I recall the orchards of Al-Rasafa, The shanashil that line the banks of Al-A’zamiyah, And the writings God inscribes In roses and gold, Upon the palm fronds of Shatt Al-Arab At sunset... 7 Good morning, jasmine... are you well? The piano concerto Lit the fire for us... then vanished.

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Mar 8, 2025

Mar 8, 2025 at 12:08 AM UTC

Concerto for Piano

1 On that night, pierced by the sound of rain, Everything is possible... When one is washed in cognac, Drenched in sorrow, Haunted by the unknown... And when one refuses to remain a stone. So why— Do you consult the coffee cups? Why— Do you ask the endless questions? And why— Did you come to the sea, If you fear the journey? 2 Between October and October, Like the warm sugar flowing from the heart of fruit... Leave your fate to God, and sleep. For your ******* come into this world by destiny, And by destiny, they fade away... 3 Love will come in its time... So wear your Egyptian caftan. I now recall the cotton fields of the Delta... Sit wherever you like, For the piano concerto Will erase time, Erase you, Erase me, And erase the burdens we have carried since birth. Love will come in its time... And passion will come in its time... For the piano concerto Washes all things in camphor and oil, Melts the ice off the faces of lakes, Summons strange butterflies, And brings forth fields anew. So let things be natural... effortless... For the piano concerto Finds its own solutions. Love will come in its time... And the piano... Will call us into its watery chamber, And I do not know what it will say... 4 Everything is possible... On that night, pierced by the sound of rain. Tchaikovsky— Now passes like a bird through Petersburg’s squares, Slipping like a green dream from Montparnasse, Drifting through the memory of roses, Gathering the yellow leaves of Europe's forests, Praying in Hagia Sophia, Weeping in the sacred halls of Najaf, Between mirrors and golden domes... 5 Everything is possible... On that night, pierced by the sound of rain. So wear your Kurdish caftan... I do not know why— But I recall Mosul in spring, The water reeds swaying in the marshes, The orchards of Al-Rasafa, And the writings God inscribes In roses and gold, Upon the palm fronds of Shatt Al-Arab At sunset... 6 Good morning, jasmine... are you well? The piano concerto Lit the fire for us... then vanished. Now, I recall the orchards of Al-Rasafa, The shanashil that line the banks of Al-A’zamiyah, And the writings God inscribes In roses and gold, Upon the palm fronds of Shatt Al-Arab At sunset... 7 Good morning, jasmine... are you well? The piano concerto Lit the fire for us... then vanished.

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October Friday This morning was green and a mild wind from Morocco blew I was in Casablanca once bought a pair of slippers it is what one does when going to the market there. The weather- man on TV said Africa, but Africa is a continent and many other things. A man in the next village had killed his wife it is for women getting married a perilous activity the lottery of life is littered unlucky females. The sun shines over Mosul too and Iraqi officers are paraded on TV, they are having a break now before the big offensive, sounds like propaganda, we see tanks fire at something over the horizon but where is the enemy? 400 hundred IS fighters killed by bombing not a word about civilian casualties we reserve that for Aleppo where, they are actually counted and given a name DEAD! My neighbour has a nagging wife she needs *** or Be made a fuzz of lack of it makes her scream a lot and when she does he saddle up his mule and goes for a ride into the woods of happy memories.

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Nov 10, 2016

Nov 10, 2016 at 6:40 AM UTC

jan-oskar-hansen

October Friday This morning was green and a mild wind from Morocco blew I was in Casablanca once bought a pair of slippers it is what one does when going to the market there. The weather- man on TV said Africa, but Africa is a continent and many other things. A man in the next village had killed his wife it is for women getting married a perilous activity the lottery of life is littered unlucky females. The sun shines over Mosul too and Iraqi officers are paraded on TV, they are having a break now before the big offensive, sounds like propaganda, we see tanks fire at something over the horizon but where is the enemy? 400 hundred IS fighters killed by bombing not a word about civilian casualties we reserve that for Aleppo where, they are actually counted and given a name DEAD! My neighbour has a nagging wife she needs *** or Be made a fuzz of lack of it makes her scream a lot and when she does he saddle up his mule and goes for a ride into the woods of happy memories.

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it is not my detail to bedevil that she had on her person three library books when she vanished. this word vanished like a **** toy most kids get for not shutting up. then again I can’t even pronounce half the people in Mosul.

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Jun 24, 2014

Jun 24, 2014 at 3:21 PM UTC

god the jogger of my mother's memory

it is not my detail to bedevil that she had on her person three library books when she vanished. this word vanished like a **** toy most kids get for not shutting up. then again I can’t even pronounce half the people in Mosul.

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Keep the pace Keep the pace Back and forth Back and forth If you stop you’ll feel the pain If you stop you’ll be afraid Pacing Pacing no way out Cage and Bars. Can’t get out Feel the hunger, hear the noise Slam! Kabaam! No choice No choice Frightened. Hungry. No way out Bang! Blast! Smoke. Shouts Lightening Blinding Never stops Keep the pace, Keep the pace Back and forth, back and forth To the sink and to the stove Table set and dinner rolls To the school To the store Keep the pace Back and forth If you stop you’ll feel the pain If you stop you’ll be afraid Vacuum cleaning, back and forth Room to room, back and forth Kids have practice Can’t be late If you stop you’ll go insane Keep the pace keep the pace Bang! Kaboom! Lightening blasts Zap! You’re down. No pain at last No more cage, no more bars Now it’s quiet. Lick the scars. Walk in circles. Look around. Is it safe? Is it sound? What to do? What to feel? Keep the pace. Can’t be real. Back and forth. Back and forth Keep the pace. Keep the pace Wait. Stop. Settle Down Danger’s Over. Look Around Coast is clear. No peril here. Sniff and stare. Feel fresh air One foot out is all it takes One step out to leave this cage Scared. Uneasy. This is strange But one foot out is all it takes

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Nov 15, 2018

Nov 15, 2018 at 12:54 PM UTC

kathleen-des-marteau

The Mosul Lion (in all of us)

Keep the pace Keep the pace Back and forth Back and forth If you stop you’ll feel the pain If you stop you’ll be afraid Pacing Pacing no way out Cage and Bars. Can’t get out Feel the hunger, hear the noise Slam! Kabaam! No choice No choice Frightened. Hungry. No way out Bang! Blast! Smoke. Shouts Lightening Blinding Never stops Keep the pace, Keep the pace Back and forth, back and forth To the sink and to the stove Table set and dinner rolls To the school To the store Keep the pace Back and forth If you stop you’ll feel the pain If you stop you’ll be afraid Vacuum cleaning, back and forth Room to room, back and forth Kids have practice Can’t be late If you stop you’ll go insane Keep the pace keep the pace Bang! Kaboom! Lightening blasts Zap! You’re down. No pain at last No more cage, no more bars Now it’s quiet. Lick the scars. Walk in circles. Look around. Is it safe? Is it sound? What to do? What to feel? Keep the pace. Can’t be real. Back and forth. Back and forth Keep the pace. Keep the pace Wait. Stop. Settle Down Danger’s Over. Look Around Coast is clear. No peril here. Sniff and stare. Feel fresh air One foot out is all it takes One step out to leave this cage Scared. Uneasy. This is strange But one foot out is all it takes

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Wars, the real thing I like wars, the real thing as it was in Stalingrad and now Mosul, wish I was there. War, is ****** messy Sadistic, violent and merciless. body parts, all over the place bombed out building, shoot the ******** and if the enemy survives **** and throw them in the river Tigress. Their **** ******* ****** had slept with the enemy, string them up; there is no excuse for youth, hang them high and let their disgusting corpses twist in the wind and be eaten by crows. “Good Morning Vietnam”. Oh, **** off!!! “Saving Ryan.” What sentimental twaddle. That's why I dislike American war movies, with a love interest. The colour full explosion in the jungle, do they think it is 4th of July. I love real wars it gives spectators and soldiers a meaning. living at the edge of life and death.

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Jul 15, 2017

Jul 15, 2017 at 2:30 PM UTC

jan-oskar-hansen

war, the real thing

Wars, the real thing I like wars, the real thing as it was in Stalingrad and now Mosul, wish I was there. War, is ****** messy Sadistic, violent and merciless. body parts, all over the place bombed out building, shoot the ******** and if the enemy survives **** and throw them in the river Tigress. Their **** ******* ****** had slept with the enemy, string them up; there is no excuse for youth, hang them high and let their disgusting corpses twist in the wind and be eaten by crows. “Good Morning Vietnam”. Oh, **** off!!! “Saving Ryan.” What sentimental twaddle. That's why I dislike American war movies, with a love interest. The colour full explosion in the jungle, do they think it is 4th of July. I love real wars it gives spectators and soldiers a meaning. living at the edge of life and death.

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Well - maybe I am not what you expected and or wanted Or - Maybe I am not the flower that you planted Life has a way of creating distortion, background noise I am me by choice - yes, that is me with the unsure, yet unwavering voice Thirty six years of concrete - sure they've made me tough and stoic Doesn't mean when you hurt me - my heart doesn't bleed historic I've done the best job that I know - though for some, I have apparently fallen short Feeling like a frog's relief, on your skin an unwanted wart Alas I have been made to understand, I guess that.. I'm the string that's all frayed I'm the blue sky that's greyed I'm the abortion okay'd I'm the gamble that never paid I'm a US Marine - Iraq Mosul midnight raid But - I'm the one that's never betrayed The one that turns night into day But alas.....I still love you anyway !

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Jun 20, 2019

Jun 20, 2019 at 4:26 AM UTC

the-concrete-poet

I still love you anyway

Well - maybe I am not what you expected and or wanted Or - Maybe I am not the flower that you planted Life has a way of creating distortion, background noise I am me by choice - yes, that is me with the unsure, yet unwavering voice Thirty six years of concrete - sure they've made me tough and stoic Doesn't mean when you hurt me - my heart doesn't bleed historic I've done the best job that I know - though for some, I have apparently fallen short Feeling like a frog's relief, on your skin an unwanted wart Alas I have been made to understand, I guess that.. I'm the string that's all frayed I'm the blue sky that's greyed I'm the abortion okay'd I'm the gamble that never paid I'm a US Marine - Iraq Mosul midnight raid But - I'm the one that's never betrayed The one that turns night into day But alas.....I still love you anyway !

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