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
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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
160 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
160 reads
0 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 1:25pm
10th Jan 2025 1:25pm
Young Sniper Preparing
The young soldier, Pavel, reclined on his bunk, the sterile light casting a pallid glow over the cramped quarters. His mind wandered to Alexandria, his lover since high school. She had sent him an email earlier that week, her words filled with longing and assurances of love and a revealing photo. But the miles between them were vast, and the silence of the nights was louder than the sporadic thunder of distant artillery.
Pavel’s fingers traced the cold, precise edges of the SV-98 sniper rifle that lay beside him. The government had spared no expense in arming him with this...
Pavel’s fingers traced the cold, precise edges of the SV-98 sniper rifle that lay beside him. The government had spared no expense in arming him with this...
#murder
#soldiers
#war
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LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 1:25pm
10th Jan 2025 1:25pm
Young Sniper Preparing
The young soldier, Pavel, reclined on his bunk, the sterile light casting a pallid glow over the cramped quarters. His mind wandered to Alexandria, his lover since high school. She had sent him an email earlier that week, her words filled with longing and assurances of love and a revealing photo. But the miles between them were vast, and the silence of the nights was louder than the sporadic thunder of distant artillery.
Pavel’s fingers traced the cold, precise edges of the SV-98 sniper rifle that lay beside him. The government had spared no expense in arming him with this...
Pavel’s fingers traced the cold, precise edges of the SV-98 sniper rifle that lay beside him. The government had spared no expense in arming him with this...
#murder
#soldiers
#war
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0 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 1:25pm
10th Jan 2025 1:25pm
Young Sniper Preparing
The young soldier, Pavel, reclined on his bunk, the sterile light casting a pallid glow over the cramped quarters. His mind wandered to Alexandria, his lover since high school. She had sent him an email earlier that week, her words filled with longing and assurances of love and a revealing photo. But the miles between them were vast, and the silence of the nights was louder than the sporadic thunder of distant artillery.
Pavel’s fingers traced the cold, precise edges of the SV-98 sniper rifle that lay beside him. The government had spared no expense in arming him with this...
Pavel’s fingers traced the cold, precise edges of the SV-98 sniper rifle that lay beside him. The government had spared no expense in arming him with this...
#murder
#soldiers
#war
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Thor_Azine
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2024 10:54pm
2nd Aug 2024 10:54pm
Seeds Planted at Night
The nightmares bare the stench
of the boats, rotting flesh and the
street lamp humming of flies
feasting upon death
Even amidst the garden of Edom
on blood soaked ground, with sun
bleached bones I worry so much
more for the moral decay
A subtle recalibration of the notions
of good and evil breeding
machines that kill adorned with
flesh and uniforms
How easily it came to put knife
to flesh, dealing death like playing
cards, aces and eights, bullets
before bargaining
In the swirling duality...
of the boats, rotting flesh and the
street lamp humming of flies
feasting upon death
Even amidst the garden of Edom
on blood soaked ground, with sun
bleached bones I worry so much
more for the moral decay
A subtle recalibration of the notions
of good and evil breeding
machines that kill adorned with
flesh and uniforms
How easily it came to put knife
to flesh, dealing death like playing
cards, aces and eights, bullets
before bargaining
In the swirling duality...
#nightmares
#PTSD
#soldiers #war
#soldiers #war
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8 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2024 10:54pm
2nd Aug 2024 10:54pm
Seeds Planted at Night
The nightmares bare the stench
of the boats, rotting flesh and the
street lamp humming of flies
feasting upon death
Even amidst the garden of Edom
on blood soaked ground, with sun
bleached bones I worry so much
more for the moral decay
A subtle recalibration of the notions
of good and evil breeding
machines that kill adorned with
flesh and uniforms
How easily it came to put knife
to flesh, dealing death like playing
cards, aces and eights, bullets
before bargaining
In the swirling duality...
of the boats, rotting flesh and the
street lamp humming of flies
feasting upon death
Even amidst the garden of Edom
on blood soaked ground, with sun
bleached bones I worry so much
more for the moral decay
A subtle recalibration of the notions
of good and evil breeding
machines that kill adorned with
flesh and uniforms
How easily it came to put knife
to flesh, dealing death like playing
cards, aces and eights, bullets
before bargaining
In the swirling duality...
#nightmares
#PTSD
#soldiers #war
#soldiers #war
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8 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2024 10:54pm
2nd Aug 2024 10:54pm
Seeds Planted at Night
The nightmares bare the stench
of the boats, rotting flesh and the
street lamp humming of flies
feasting upon death
Even amidst the garden of Edom
on blood soaked ground, with sun
bleached bones I worry so much
more for the moral decay
A subtle recalibration of the notions
of good and evil breeding
machines that kill adorned with
flesh and uniforms
How easily it came to put knife
to flesh, dealing death like playing
cards, aces and eights, bullets
before bargaining
In the swirling duality...
of the boats, rotting flesh and the
street lamp humming of flies
feasting upon death
Even amidst the garden of Edom
on blood soaked ground, with sun
bleached bones I worry so much
more for the moral decay
A subtle recalibration of the notions
of good and evil breeding
machines that kill adorned with
flesh and uniforms
How easily it came to put knife
to flesh, dealing death like playing
cards, aces and eights, bullets
before bargaining
In the swirling duality...
#nightmares
#PTSD
#soldiers #war
#soldiers #war
15 reads
8 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2024 10:54pm
2nd Aug 2024 10:54pm
Seeds Planted at Night
The nightmares bare the stench
of the boats, rotting flesh and the
street lamp humming of flies
feasting upon death
Even amidst the garden of Edom
on blood soaked ground, with sun
bleached bones I worry so much
more for the moral decay
A subtle recalibration of the notions
of good and evil breeding
machines that kill adorned with
flesh and uniforms
How easily it came to put knife
to flesh, dealing death like playing
cards, aces and eights, bullets
before bargaining
In the swirling duality...
of the boats, rotting flesh and the
street lamp humming of flies
feasting upon death
Even amidst the garden of Edom
on blood soaked ground, with sun
bleached bones I worry so much
more for the moral decay
A subtle recalibration of the notions
of good and evil breeding
machines that kill adorned with
flesh and uniforms
How easily it came to put knife
to flesh, dealing death like playing
cards, aces and eights, bullets
before bargaining
In the swirling duality...
#nightmares
#PTSD
#soldiers #war
#soldiers #war
15 reads
8 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
15th Nov 2019 2:38pm
15th Nov 2019 2:38pm
Lineal Descent
We are our Bubbies'
granddaughters—
tribal survivors
Never again
will we be imprisoned—
beaten, owned, or raped
But, fight to the death
for our God-given right—
to live as women
~
granddaughters—
tribal survivors
Never again
will we be imprisoned—
beaten, owned, or raped
But, fight to the death
for our God-given right—
to live as women
~
#women
#soldiers
#spiritual
#historical
#rebellion
1032 reads
33 Comments
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