oskar
Poem Published
7th Jan 2024 5:48pm
7th Jan 2024 5:48pm
a warpet tree
A Warped Tree
Today, when not arguing with Walter the Jew
on Facebook or Twitter
the ambiance in the house was surprisingly calm since I got a key to my study in peace to read my latest collection
and found, at times, the poems had an internal rhyme and were little stories
The pity is, I have to write without a publisher and
can't afford to hire one, those I dare to ask run a thousand miles, one of them a poor man, is a lecturer in Udevalla
Last year, I visited a crooked tree so shy its roots curled in bashfulness, and its leaves took an autumnal...
Today, when not arguing with Walter the Jew
on Facebook or Twitter
the ambiance in the house was surprisingly calm since I got a key to my study in peace to read my latest collection
and found, at times, the poems had an internal rhyme and were little stories
The pity is, I have to write without a publisher and
can't afford to hire one, those I dare to ask run a thousand miles, one of them a poor man, is a lecturer in Udevalla
Last year, I visited a crooked tree so shy its roots curled in bashfulness, and its leaves took an autumnal...
#women
#soldiers
#BestFriend #transgender
#BestFriend #transgender
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oskar
Poem Published
7th Jan 2024 5:48pm
7th Jan 2024 5:48pm
a warpet tree
A Warped Tree
Today, when not arguing with Walter the Jew
on Facebook or Twitter
the ambiance in the house was surprisingly calm since I got a key to my study in peace to read my latest collection
and found, at times, the poems had an internal rhyme and were little stories
The pity is, I have to write without a publisher and
can't afford to hire one, those I dare to ask run a thousand miles, one of them a poor man, is a lecturer in Udevalla
Last year, I visited a crooked tree so shy its roots curled in bashfulness, and its leaves took an autumnal...
Today, when not arguing with Walter the Jew
on Facebook or Twitter
the ambiance in the house was surprisingly calm since I got a key to my study in peace to read my latest collection
and found, at times, the poems had an internal rhyme and were little stories
The pity is, I have to write without a publisher and
can't afford to hire one, those I dare to ask run a thousand miles, one of them a poor man, is a lecturer in Udevalla
Last year, I visited a crooked tree so shy its roots curled in bashfulness, and its leaves took an autumnal...
#women
#soldiers
#BestFriend #transgender
#BestFriend #transgender
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oskar
Poem Published
7th Jan 2024 5:48pm
7th Jan 2024 5:48pm
a warpet tree
A Warped Tree
Today, when not arguing with Walter the Jew
on Facebook or Twitter
the ambiance in the house was surprisingly calm since I got a key to my study in peace to read my latest collection
and found, at times, the poems had an internal rhyme and were little stories
The pity is, I have to write without a publisher and
can't afford to hire one, those I dare to ask run a thousand miles, one of them a poor man, is a lecturer in Udevalla
Last year, I visited a crooked tree so shy its roots curled in bashfulness, and its leaves took an autumnal...
Today, when not arguing with Walter the Jew
on Facebook or Twitter
the ambiance in the house was surprisingly calm since I got a key to my study in peace to read my latest collection
and found, at times, the poems had an internal rhyme and were little stories
The pity is, I have to write without a publisher and
can't afford to hire one, those I dare to ask run a thousand miles, one of them a poor man, is a lecturer in Udevalla
Last year, I visited a crooked tree so shy its roots curled in bashfulness, and its leaves took an autumnal...
#women
#soldiers
#BestFriend #transgender
#BestFriend #transgender
182 reads
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oskar
Poem Published
7th Jan 2024 5:48pm
7th Jan 2024 5:48pm
a warpet tree
A Warped Tree
Today, when not arguing with Walter the Jew
on Facebook or Twitter
the ambiance in the house was surprisingly calm since I got a key to my study in peace to read my latest collection
and found, at times, the poems had an internal rhyme and were little stories
The pity is, I have to write without a publisher and
can't afford to hire one, those I dare to ask run a thousand miles, one of them a poor man, is a lecturer in Udevalla
Last year, I visited a crooked tree so shy its roots curled in bashfulness, and its leaves took an autumnal...
Today, when not arguing with Walter the Jew
on Facebook or Twitter
the ambiance in the house was surprisingly calm since I got a key to my study in peace to read my latest collection
and found, at times, the poems had an internal rhyme and were little stories
The pity is, I have to write without a publisher and
can't afford to hire one, those I dare to ask run a thousand miles, one of them a poor man, is a lecturer in Udevalla
Last year, I visited a crooked tree so shy its roots curled in bashfulness, and its leaves took an autumnal...
#women
#soldiers
#BestFriend #transgender
#BestFriend #transgender
182 reads
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AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
9th Nov 2024 6:10pm
9th Nov 2024 6:10pm
Echoes Of Sacrifice
when those brave heroes
bore arms for king and country
innocence was lost
the mustard gas crept
the grim reaper was there ~ to
collect the dead souls
seeping blood in mud
fertilising poppy weed
for rememberence
stark horrors of war
was the putrid remains ~ of
trusted brotherhood
true peace in our time
a fleeting concept ~ never
forget the fallen
honour in silence
with reverence the fallen
for they sacrificed
whispers of the past
echoes of the brave who...
bore arms for king and country
innocence was lost
the mustard gas crept
the grim reaper was there ~ to
collect the dead souls
seeping blood in mud
fertilising poppy weed
for rememberence
stark horrors of war
was the putrid remains ~ of
trusted brotherhood
true peace in our time
a fleeting concept ~ never
forget the fallen
honour in silence
with reverence the fallen
for they sacrificed
whispers of the past
echoes of the brave who...
#military
#senryu
#soldiers
#war
#memorial
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AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
9th Nov 2024 6:10pm
9th Nov 2024 6:10pm
Echoes Of Sacrifice
when those brave heroes
bore arms for king and country
innocence was lost
the mustard gas crept
the grim reaper was there ~ to
collect the dead souls
seeping blood in mud
fertilising poppy weed
for rememberence
stark horrors of war
was the putrid remains ~ of
trusted brotherhood
true peace in our time
a fleeting concept ~ never
forget the fallen
honour in silence
with reverence the fallen
for they sacrificed
whispers of the past
echoes of the brave who...
bore arms for king and country
innocence was lost
the mustard gas crept
the grim reaper was there ~ to
collect the dead souls
seeping blood in mud
fertilising poppy weed
for rememberence
stark horrors of war
was the putrid remains ~ of
trusted brotherhood
true peace in our time
a fleeting concept ~ never
forget the fallen
honour in silence
with reverence the fallen
for they sacrificed
whispers of the past
echoes of the brave who...
#military
#senryu
#soldiers
#war
#memorial
132 reads
5 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
9th Nov 2024 6:10pm
9th Nov 2024 6:10pm
Echoes Of Sacrifice
when those brave heroes
bore arms for king and country
innocence was lost
the mustard gas crept
the grim reaper was there ~ to
collect the dead souls
seeping blood in mud
fertilising poppy weed
for rememberence
stark horrors of war
was the putrid remains ~ of
trusted brotherhood
true peace in our time
a fleeting concept ~ never
forget the fallen
honour in silence
with reverence the fallen
for they sacrificed
whispers of the past
echoes of the brave who...
bore arms for king and country
innocence was lost
the mustard gas crept
the grim reaper was there ~ to
collect the dead souls
seeping blood in mud
fertilising poppy weed
for rememberence
stark horrors of war
was the putrid remains ~ of
trusted brotherhood
true peace in our time
a fleeting concept ~ never
forget the fallen
honour in silence
with reverence the fallen
for they sacrificed
whispers of the past
echoes of the brave who...
#military
#senryu
#soldiers
#war
#memorial
132 reads
5 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
9th Nov 2024 6:10pm
9th Nov 2024 6:10pm
Echoes Of Sacrifice
when those brave heroes
bore arms for king and country
innocence was lost
the mustard gas crept
the grim reaper was there ~ to
collect the dead souls
seeping blood in mud
fertilising poppy weed
for rememberence
stark horrors of war
was the putrid remains ~ of
trusted brotherhood
true peace in our time
a fleeting concept ~ never
forget the fallen
honour in silence
with reverence the fallen
for they sacrificed
whispers of the past
echoes of the brave who...
bore arms for king and country
innocence was lost
the mustard gas crept
the grim reaper was there ~ to
collect the dead souls
seeping blood in mud
fertilising poppy weed
for rememberence
stark horrors of war
was the putrid remains ~ of
trusted brotherhood
true peace in our time
a fleeting concept ~ never
forget the fallen
honour in silence
with reverence the fallen
for they sacrificed
whispers of the past
echoes of the brave who...
#military
#senryu
#soldiers
#war
#memorial
132 reads
5 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
9th Nov 2024 6:10pm
9th Nov 2024 6:10pm
Echoes Of Sacrifice
when those brave heroes
bore arms for king and country
innocence was lost
the mustard gas crept
the grim reaper was there ~ to
collect the dead souls
seeping blood in mud
fertilising poppy weed
for rememberence
stark horrors of war
was the putrid remains ~ of
trusted brotherhood
true peace in our time
a fleeting concept ~ never
forget the fallen
honour in silence
with reverence the fallen
for they sacrificed
whispers of the past
echoes of the brave who...
bore arms for king and country
innocence was lost
the mustard gas crept
the grim reaper was there ~ to
collect the dead souls
seeping blood in mud
fertilising poppy weed
for rememberence
stark horrors of war
was the putrid remains ~ of
trusted brotherhood
true peace in our time
a fleeting concept ~ never
forget the fallen
honour in silence
with reverence the fallen
for they sacrificed
whispers of the past
echoes of the brave who...
#military
#senryu
#soldiers
#war
#memorial
132 reads
5 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2024 2:28pm
22nd Feb 2024 2:28pm
Dial Portugal 1944
Under the cloak of neutrality,
Portugal, land of ancient navigators,
watched the world in calamity,
in the silence of their own fears.
Salazar, with his iron hand,
kept the war out the door,
but the echo of the conflict was sincere,
and in the gloom, hope was dead.
The Tagus reflected the moonlight
while spies danced in Lisbon.
War, a shadow that continues
in the story that memory sings.
Tungsten fueled the economy,
dark business in dark times.
Neutrality was a utopia
or a game between several...
Portugal, land of ancient navigators,
watched the world in calamity,
in the silence of their own fears.
Salazar, with his iron hand,
kept the war out the door,
but the echo of the conflict was sincere,
and in the gloom, hope was dead.
The Tagus reflected the moonlight
while spies danced in Lisbon.
War, a shadow that continues
in the story that memory sings.
Tungsten fueled the economy,
dark business in dark times.
Neutrality was a utopia
or a game between several...
#soldiers
#war
#money
#historical
#military
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PAR
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2024 2:28pm
22nd Feb 2024 2:28pm
Dial Portugal 1944
Under the cloak of neutrality,
Portugal, land of ancient navigators,
watched the world in calamity,
in the silence of their own fears.
Salazar, with his iron hand,
kept the war out the door,
but the echo of the conflict was sincere,
and in the gloom, hope was dead.
The Tagus reflected the moonlight
while spies danced in Lisbon.
War, a shadow that continues
in the story that memory sings.
Tungsten fueled the economy,
dark business in dark times.
Neutrality was a utopia
or a game between several...
Portugal, land of ancient navigators,
watched the world in calamity,
in the silence of their own fears.
Salazar, with his iron hand,
kept the war out the door,
but the echo of the conflict was sincere,
and in the gloom, hope was dead.
The Tagus reflected the moonlight
while spies danced in Lisbon.
War, a shadow that continues
in the story that memory sings.
Tungsten fueled the economy,
dark business in dark times.
Neutrality was a utopia
or a game between several...
#soldiers
#war
#money
#historical
#military
176 reads
0 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2024 2:28pm
22nd Feb 2024 2:28pm
Dial Portugal 1944
Under the cloak of neutrality,
Portugal, land of ancient navigators,
watched the world in calamity,
in the silence of their own fears.
Salazar, with his iron hand,
kept the war out the door,
but the echo of the conflict was sincere,
and in the gloom, hope was dead.
The Tagus reflected the moonlight
while spies danced in Lisbon.
War, a shadow that continues
in the story that memory sings.
Tungsten fueled the economy,
dark business in dark times.
Neutrality was a utopia
or a game between several...
Portugal, land of ancient navigators,
watched the world in calamity,
in the silence of their own fears.
Salazar, with his iron hand,
kept the war out the door,
but the echo of the conflict was sincere,
and in the gloom, hope was dead.
The Tagus reflected the moonlight
while spies danced in Lisbon.
War, a shadow that continues
in the story that memory sings.
Tungsten fueled the economy,
dark business in dark times.
Neutrality was a utopia
or a game between several...
#soldiers
#war
#money
#historical
#military
176 reads
0 Comments
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