"panamanian" poems
Charred remains, of jungle burned:
Fire steeped, laotian leaves.
Who we lost, in what we earned;
For the love of ******
Of sweet release.
Korean craters, Mexican invaders, &
The Boxer rebellion.
The sinking of Maine, the panamanian strait;
Meuse–Argonne, inherent freedom
Is there a place, for the peaceable to congregate?
Versailles, Geneva, Nuremberg, Tokyo.
What point to rules are made,
When no one follows them.
Bagram, Mai Lai, Tiananmen, the Chechen genocide
Is it merely in our nature;
To fight, and argue, divide?
We can conquer, but can we conquer
The lust that is
The love of tribe
Jun 21, 2023
Jun 21, 2023 at 6:43 PM UTC
I awoke, my consciousness
still slowly coalescing from the astral plane.
In a cloud of dissipated thoughts and confusion, I retrieved my mug of icy black water medicine I had prepared for this occasion the night before.
The alluring smell of dark Panamanian roast began to pull the remainder of my consciousness into the waking realm.
Suddenly,
the mug was empty,
and I was fully aware.
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 4:17 PM UTC
Harsh Sun throws our
Shadows sharp against
Flagstones.
Beside the Priory wall,
Brought low by Henrys' Hammer the
Abbott lies, long gone.
Just we two, Now, in
Silhouette-
Your walking stick tapping a
Military Tattoo,
My hat of Panamanian straw
To delineate our presence.
O History-
Goodbye
Surely the New,
Loosened from past embrace
Shall see lovely flowers linger
Just for this Sunny Day
Jun 28, 2025
Jun 28, 2025 at 2:15 AM UTC