"payloads" poems
Hiro, the Kamikaze,
Happily lives just over the hill,
Sleeps every night quite calmly,
So proud of his never a ****
Hiro, the Kamikaze,
Veteran flyer is he,
Flew back from 33 missions,
Dropped his payloads in the sea.
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Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 1:31 PM UTC
far off
the jets are being gassed up
preping for launch
far off
the infantry train
in anticipation, for the battle sure to come
far off
the navy men scan the seas
waiting for a blip on the radar
far off
a marine is receiving shock training
and practicing what it is to be dead
far off
icbms with nuclear payloads are capped
their ignition sources itching for flight
far off
but not so much
Feb 6, 2021
Feb 6, 2021 at 3:47 PM UTC
I blow a spliff before I jump off of my rainbow
And lately IV been searching for payloads of pasios to take home so witness the paper chase I guess that's that why my father stays gone and somebody gotta get it just for the lights can stay on
and mama has a job but we pulling up on the lawn for a car she can sortta pay on and teis no longer there cahrri can only play on that's why I gotta make songs so untilI make my portion I have no mattress to lay on all I want is the green and ill take it without the crayons so mama we're gonna make it I put that on what I skate on
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 11:27 PM UTC
the military industrial complex
are making a killing
the arms trade
is a profitable business
billions are harvested
by the grey suited men
the war machine
supplies deadly payloads
collateral damage
always yields such a tidy sum
why interrupt or put paid
to a great earner
the balance sheet
must be in the black
production lines
busy filling orders
each day
the bullet
the bomb
the drone
sold to effectively obliterate
and take lives away
in corporate offices
the arms dealers
rub their hands
with glee
as they amass a bounty
from their lethal armories
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 8:18 AM UTC
much money is to be made
it's a lucrative trade
this industry does quite well
its daily profits do swell
much sough after is the hardware
buyers seek it here and there
the deals for these goods
affect the world's many neighborhoods
hear the jets flying overhead
their payloads of bombs
the women and children dread
rifles killing people by the score
in all areas
of the Middle Eastern corridor
men in suits sit comfortably
they're selling vast amounts of weaponry
their kind of business deals
in all manner of fatalities
the military industrial complex
is cashing in on war
it is making billions of dollars
killing for revenue galore
each day death tolls
on our planet accrue
the arms sellers
gaining from the deadly slew
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 9:01 PM UTC
Legs like lead,
We trudge through Monday’s trenches,
Carrying a pack
I’m sure weighs too much.
We shoulder the weight
And push forward onto Tuesday,
Gritting our teeth,
Feet sore to the touch.
On Wednesday,
The time falls like shells,
Carrying payloads
That detonate hour by hour,
Until Thursday,
When the guns are spent,
Cooling their muzzles
As they nurse their power.
Friday comes round,
And finds us alive in the trench,
And we’re ordered home
To replenish in peace.
Of this war we keep fighting
We prepare in retreat;
The glorious charge
For the generals gold fleece.
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 6:05 PM UTC
The air raid siren sounds through the busy streets
People flood out of their homes and rush to the bunkers
Children and pets are trampled by the tidal wave of screams
It was every man for himself at this hour of the night
The hobos and the madmen of the alleyways looked at each other
They knew they had no place to be safe from the oncoming terror
Rivalries were dropped so they could all enjoy their final moment
Together, as the city's outcasts. Together, as a family.
Overhead, a squadron of heavy bombers fly over the city
Like shooting stars in the night sky - except they don't bring wishes
As they pass over the city, they open their hatches
Atomic payloads drop out of the bombers and fall to the ground
Upon impact, an entire civilisation is wiped out completely.
Millions of lives. Decades of work. Lost to the wind.
Thousands of happy stories, erased and replaced by one sad poem.
All that remains is the shadow of the people, scorched into the ruins.
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 3:46 PM UTC
It's grey, but it's
warm
and the people almost all smile and
wave
as you pass, even the
kids.
Early afternoon,
and the street's still dry,
the clouds are too lazy to drop
their payloads down on your head.
It's a bad part of town,
or at least it looks that way.
*****
a little worn-down
rubbed smooth about the edges
and rusting at the seams.
But you're an outsider,
you don't live here
and maybe this part of town isn't bad-
not worse than any other part anyway.
The clouds are grey overhead-
but it's warm-
and the people are nice-
and they almost always
smile and
wave
as you walk by.
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 4:06 PM UTC
it there was not a shallow
mighty as the waters hang
payloads fell and footpaths gave
to mercy they will never ask
whom murmurs softly send sincere
this sinking fife and drum
of burden's restless hum
calling wishing for a storm
remember summer and
gin and vague brotherhood
rising from coma with effervescence
(now look what you've done)
killer of the noble herdsmen
making nightmares should
not be this effortless
calm brings dear ones in
light embraces you
remember summer and
see it forever
rest your lids on that image
before darkness supplants tears
Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 11:01 PM UTC
If only she knew
My raven, my dove
Has taken the form
Of my only true love
Like the sun and the moon
Equilibrium's force
She's my wind and my tide
She's my energy source
She's the opal-eyed skyline
Divine is her power
So how do we let down
Her flower-haired tower
Then pluck every petal
And cut every strand
Then toss her away
Like a raggedy Anne
Quick **** for a buck
To the coal-mining reaper
She screams out in pain
But we keep drilling deeper
Her willows now weeping
Her beauty erodes
In each drop of your ugly,
Corrosive payloads
To her womb of creation
Deforming it's birth
When all life is valued
In financial worth
Why can we not share
In her warmth every day
Feel this thermal attraction
I'm melting away
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 1:21 AM UTC