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Friday, 20 March 2026

new war poems etc

 

 

New Level

Do not have any regrets

Except know you did your best

If you did screw up before

Do not mess up again

Know the next time

You did your best

And it shows

 

 

 

Prize Fight

It was never this bad

Back in the early or mid-eighties

With the threat of total war engulfing us all

Like an invitation to a boxing match

All wanna go to see the prize fighters

And it's a superb bout till madness erupts

And the audience are part of the fight

All going at it a right good tear up

The boxers are Iran and America

The audience is the world

Who is Israel in this madness?

All things let loose the big kick off

If this fight ends who will win?

The survivors are the winners... 

 

 

 

Assass Politics

Here we are again going to work

In the back of a vx jammed in like sardines

Get a jeep from the market to the church

It's 13 pesos normal rate then get the vx

From the church to the city proper

Give him 25 pesos he asks for 10 more

Down to the fucking war I said always do

Give him 20 say I want 10 back

How much more will it go up before

Iran's raghead leadership is killed?

All blown to fucking bits in Iran

They started this insane war

47 years ago now it will be finished

Once and for all no nukes missiles

No insane Islamic leaders left alive

Fuel prices go up hugely as does beer

The war ends one way or another

Those prices always stay up

Never go down especially beer!

Assassinate the politicians stop the war 

 

 

Now the writer plans/release two new books a month/fame fortune events

 

 

 

Get Some

Graduate from skool age 18

Ready to face the world

Go get a job making cars

Your dad is the foreman

A job for life in his garage

But no you don't want that

You wanna join up

Go be a soldier

Blow an Iranian’s fucking head off

With an M16 like grandad

Did in Vietnam long ago

That was a different era

When politicians ran the wars

Unlike today when the military does

Telling the leaders hey hit them here

Destroy the enemy’s ability for war

By your own war focused actions

You age eighteen all ready to be a man

Let's go get some motherfuckers!

In time you wanna be a grenadier

Lobbing big fat grenades at them

Thump thump thump goes the launcher

Talk about job satisfaction 

Iranians blown to bits

Their own fault for being there

Daring to resist you age 18

Just wait till they capture you

Will you fight till the end?

Or save the last bullet for you?

18-year-old hero fresh form skool

A real American fucking man

Let's go get some!

 

 


 

 

Friday, 13 March 2026

new poems


Say Hi

See the gal there

She works in my old company

Does she see the small one?

Who no longer talks to me

I wonder if both are friends

She dials the health care account

That I did for a year or so

As does her boyfriend

They get off where I used to

Now I go passed there

Going to my new job

Away from you

Past the place you get off

Where they are now

I see the gal stand up

Perfect figure an hourglass

I bet she’s great in bed

Like you used to be

Those days over

One time I missed you

No longer as time moved on

Will you ever msg me to say Hi?

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Gun Bus

Stop the bus

Not for passengers to alight

No for a different reason

It has guns on it

And is a gun bus hehe

Gonna fill our enemies full of lead

Dakakaka go the guns!

Drop down dead go the enemies

Never to arise except in Hell

A great idea putting guns on a bus

Multiple machine guns with gunners

Each with hundreds of rounds

To spray here and there

Leaving a smell of gun smoke

And like rotting dead cats

That would be nice yes?

As war is for politicians

Same old shit different nation

Gun bus visiting you soon

Gonna get you and bring war

They’re a mad lot

Not exactly Vietnam or Iraq

It’s something else this thing

An old orange painted bus

With armour plate and guns

Plus those grizzled cold gunners

Each with many kills

They know their game

Beware the gun bus!

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Partings Tidal

We both decide to go our own ways

He turns left and she turns right

See you that’s it then

Off they both go

In the next steps

Of their lives

Where to next?


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Oh write me haiku!/what topic love war peace smile!/these mind images