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Hiroshima does not look like a bombed city. It looks as if a monster steamroller had passed over it and squashed it out of existence.

quote by Wilfred Burchett
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At Hiroshima's rock

I had to do a project on Hiroshima for school and I came across a poem about helping the victims at Hiroshima. That one poem inspired me to go and write this about a victim of Hiroshima.
P.S. For those of you who don't know the Enola gay was the plane that bombed Hiroshima

In solitude I walk
Down at Hiroshima’s rock
With the wind at my back
The sky itself was jet black
As I walk
At Hiroshima’s rock
I, the white soldier

Down at Hiroshima’s rock I watch
Waiting on the world
Something will occur
For if nothing were to happen
The world would just arrest
As I walk
At Hiroshima’s rock
I, the white soldier

I hope for the best
But hoping has done nothing
It has killed my friends
It has destroyed my country
As I walk
At Hiroshima’s rock
I, the white soldier

I knew the war was on
All our support had been withdrawn
Peace was on the way
This could well be the last day
We all just want this to be over
As I walk
At Hiroshima’s rock
I, the white soldier

I saw in the distance
The gray Enola gay
I knew right then
The war wasn’t over
As I was running to the ground
I saw little boy fall from the sky
I saw a huge flash of light
Then, I saw no more
As I walked
At Hiroshima’s rock
I, the dead soldier

poem by Dillon Crawford
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Steamroller

Steamroller
Here she come, right on time
Tenement mixer, givin? the hard line
Hammerin? down walls of steel
Permanent fixer, its a bad sign
Shes runnin? right over you
Aint no way to control her...steamroller
Cant figure you out, shes big trouble
Soul-contractor, makin? your pain pay double
Dont wanna know, bout no last chance
Outa time, now youre last years model
Shes crawlin? all over you
Still you try to console her......steamroller
Shes rollin? all over you
Try survivin? below her
Shes rollin? all over you
Like a head-kickin? ass-whippin? steamin? demon fast bowler......steamroller
Here she come, there you go
Boa-constrictor, takin? it real slow
Price of fame, down to zero
Shes a run-away train, puttin? on a real show
Shes comin? back over you
Like a bay city roller......steamroller
Steamroller...steamroller...steamroller
(rankin, agnew, mccafferty...polygram songs)
Published by nazareth (dunfermline) ltd.
Copyright 1994 polydor gmbh , hamburg

song performed by by Nazareth
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The Pentagon Was Bombed

the pentagon was bombed,
cruise missile, US made!
there was no wreckage from a plane!
the public has been played!

the pentagon was bombed,
it's so damn plain to see…
covert wet work, CIA,
next target, … you and me

the pentagon was bombed
the evidence is real
it proves that Nazis are in charge
how does that make you feel?

the pentagon was bombed
trade center was bombed too
high level ploy, to steal some oil
ain't it something we can do?

how many citizens must die
before the truth is told?
another holocaust is here….
this shit is getting old

the pentagon was bombed

© copyright March 28,2006 – Stop & Think Poetry®

poem by Steven Taylor
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Shonin

These eyes have seen the fire from the sky
I felt the heat a thousand clicks away
At first no screams, just people turned to shadows
A sunburst touched to earth one fatal day.

These eyes have seen my City turned to ashes
I have heard her women sobbing in despair
I stood alone amidst my city dying
No God above to whom I’d make a prayer..

And now I stand before a Buddhist temple
A different city and a river view.
This city seems most beautiful and vibrant
Hiroshima what has become of you?

The historic statue of Shinran Shonin, founder of the Judo Shinshu school of Buddhism, now stands in front of the New York Buddhist Church on Riverside Drive in New York City.. This statue of Shinran Shonin survived the atomic bombing of Hiroshima, in which 150,000 people died, and 90 percent of the buildings in the city collapsed or burned.

poem by John F. McCullagh
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I Want A Monster To Be My Friend

Some kids just love
To play with dolls
Or put on funny hats
And some make pets
Of birds and fish
And dogs and
Alley cats
That's not the way
I like to play
I'm tired of all these
I need a very
Special friend
Won't you
Help me please?
I want a monster
To be my playmate
I want a monster
To be my friend
I want to get
For my own pet
A real live monster
Who's not pretend
Oh, I want a monster
To be my playmate
We'd soon become
Good friends because
Although they're hairy
And sometimes scary
They have such soft
And furry paws
If I make friends with
A friendly monster
I'd be the best that a
friend could be
I'd let him do
Whatever he wants to
And he'd always
Belong to me
So, if you know a
Nice old monster
If you've a monster
To recommend
Ooh, golly gee
Please send him to me
I just can't wait
Until then!
I want a monster
A real live monster
I want a monster
Send me my monster
I want a monster
A real live monster
I want a monster
Send my monster
I want a monster
A real live monster
I want a monster
To be my friend!
Oh please
Send my monster
Does anybody have
A monster out there
I'll take a
Secondhand monster
He doesn't have
To be new

song performed by by En Vogue
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The Giant and the Monster

Come to think about the time I was a young rant;
The universe: all seemed far away, big and wide,
That made me like a foot in the crowd on my side,
Holding the man's hand, my father was a giant.

Then an old man that I'd never met came for a visit;
Wore a wrinkled skin, as he trembled to hold his wicker;
At fifty-six then; I wished I would to die at fifty-six;
Once a toothless smile posed Grandpa was a monster.

My existence in to this world at the age of sixteen;
All seemed right; I'd never been wrong back then;
Than that little mind of mine who knew bit to scorn;
So as to the giant and to the monster, I grew a horn.

This one quote 'What comes around, it goes around'
Has come to haunt me as the giant or a monster bound;
In their likeness, I'm now the purest mirror of my sin,
And mystified no more than watching where I have been.

On the same road, long time ago, it gotten nearer;
I passed fifty-six and I wished to live much longer,
Than the monster, but God forbids, I wish to be sane;
Or equal to the giant, who went to sleep at eighty-seven.

poem by Efren Petalver Carranza
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Early Works - Misty City

City’s lights like dotted jewels
glow and blink on night’s velvet gown
mist of white blanket
creates ghostly shapes under light.
Foghorn in bay like monster’s roar
breaks silence in the city’s white crown
people, collars hugging neck
wander on their forever trek.

Quiet cities, misty city,
city by the bay,
listen to the monster baying
at your open door.
“Let us in. Let us in.” they say
and blares another trumpet blast.
“Let us in. Let us in.”.
Your white guardian to pass.

Sleeping city, misty city,
city with halo crown
people in their pastures lay
arms unfurled on bodies round.
Silent demands on shadows lay
across the still waters of the bay.
Ghostly crown holds no pity
welcomes no one to the misty city.

15 June 1978

poem by David Harris
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It was because of my deep concerns about nuclear weapons that I went to Hiroshima. And then I was astounded in Hiroshima to find that nobody had really studied it.

quote by Robert Jay Lifton
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Steamroller Blues

(words & music by taylor)
Im a steamroller baby
Im bout to roll all over you
Im a steamroller baby
Im bout to roll all over you
Im gonna inject your soul
With sweet rocknroll, poor heaven
Im a cement mixer
A churning urn of burning funk
Im a cement mixer
A churning urn of burning funk
A hefty hunk, steaming junk
Im a steamroller baby
Im bout to roll over you
Im a steamroller baby
Im bout to roll over you
Im gonna inject your soul
With some sweet rocknroll
And shoot you full of rhythm and blues
Im a napalm-bomb
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Im a napalm-bomb
Guaranteed to blow your mind
If I cant have your love now baby
There wont be nothing left behind

song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Living in Hiroshima

A morning in Hiroshima

In August of the year

I walk towards a tower

with battered walls and naked steel.

The dome is open to the sky

The walls have crumbled down

All else around had been laid waste

This was the zero ground.

In that river there were bodies

burned beyond recall.

Thousands dead around here

And scarce a standing wall

An involuntary Shiva

A chill creeps down my spine

One bomb destroyed this city

A monster born of mind..

We gather to remember-

The mayor says some words

Silence, a bell ringing,

sounds a warning to this world.

If the destroyer comes again

With his thousand suns

We'll die in our Hiroshimas

with Victory for none.

poem by John F. McCullagh
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The police chief of Hiroshima welcomed me eagerly as the first Allied correspondent to reach the city.

quote by Wilfred Burchett
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A Blackout

Was it just two
or four powerlines
bombed in Iligan?

They say four.
Yes, another four powerlines
are bombed by
their freedom fighters
and they get what they want now

We begin to live our darkest days
Powerless
In our poetry.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pillow Monster Magically Transforms

Pillow Monster magically gets so big
he has magical powers, he never worked out in the gym.
Pillow Monster now has sweet memories,
memories of the Krendoll characters so sweet.
Pillow Monster can't figure out why he feels so happy inside,
he now has a colorful outfit with a bigger tie,
Pillow Monster is so happy he has a new magical life.
Transformed Pillow Monster is what the neighbors think,
they see Pillow Monster so happy to be alive,
Pillow Monster is so happy for he can't deny,
Pillow Monster gets so big, tears came to his eyes.
Pillow Monster gets bigger and bigger; but he makes it outside
Outside to see the sunshine, he is no longer inside.
Then it rains and makes a lot of mud,
Pillow Monster doesn't mind if he gets stuck.
Stuck in the mud goes Pillow Monster Toe,
then his friend Hamburger Helper Hand—
helps him because he understands…
how excited Pillow Monster is to get so Big…
big like the biggest Pillow Monster that had magically grown,
Magical like Pinocchio's very Long nose.

poem by Christina Sunrise
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Pillow Monster Magically Transforms

Pillow Monster magically gets so big
he has magical powers, he never worked out in the gym.
Pillow Monster now has sweet memories,
memories of the Krendoll characters so sweet.
Pillow Monster can't figure out why he feels so happy inside,
he now has a colorful outfit with a bigger tie,
Pillow Monster is so happy he has a new magical life.
Transformed Pillow Monster is what the neighbors think,
they see Pillow Monster so happy to be alive,
Pillow Monster is so happy for he can't deny,
Pillow Monster gets so big, tears came to his eyes.
Pillow Monster gets bigger and bigger; but he makes it outside
Outside to see the sunshine, he is no longer inside.
Then it rains and makes a lot of mud,
Pillow Monster doesn't mind if he gets stuck.
Stuck in the mud goes Pillow Monster Toe,
then his friend Hamburger Helper Hand—
helps him because he understands
how excited Pillow Monster is to get so Big…
big like the biggest Pillow Monster that had magically grown,
Magical like Pinocchio's very Long nose.

poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Steamroller Blues

James Taylor
Well, I'm a steamroller, baby
I'm bound to roll all over you
Yes, I'm a steamroller now, baby
I'm bound to roll all over you
I'm gonna inject your soul with some sweet rock 'n roll
And shoot you full of rhythm and blues
Well, I'm a cement mixer
A churning urn of burning funk
Yes, I'm a cement mixer for you, baby
A churning urn of burning funk
Well, I'm a demolition derby (yeah)
A hefty hunk of steaming junk
Now, I'm a napalm bomb, baby
Just guaranteed to blow your mind
Yeah, I'm a napalm bomb for you, baby
Oh, guaranteed, just guaranteed to blow your mind
And if I can't have your love for my own (now)
Sweet child, won't be nothing left behind
It seems how lately, baby
Got a bad case of steamroller blues

song performed by by James Taylor
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Steamroller

Well, i'm a steamroller, baby
I'm bound to roll all over you
Yes, i'm a steamroller now, baby
I'm bound to roll all over you
I'm gonna inject your soul with some sweet rock 'n roll
And shoot you full of rhythm and blues
Well, i'm a cement mixer
A churning urn of burning funk
Yes, i'm a cement mixer for you, baby
A churning urn of burning funk
Well, i'm a demolition derby (yeah)
A hefty hunk of steaming junk
Now, i'm a napalm bomb, baby
Just guaranteed to blow your mind
Yeah, i'm a napalm bomb for you, baby
Oh, guaranteed, just guaranteed to blow your mind
And if i can't have your love for my own (now)
Sweet child, won't be nothing left behind
It seems how lately, baby
Got a bad case steamroller blues

song performed by by James Taylor
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Monster Mash

I was working in the lab
And light one night
When my eyes beheld
An eerie sight
When my monster from his slab
Began to rise
And suddenly
To my surprise
He did the mash
He did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
He did the mash
It caught on in a flash
The monster mash
Its called the monster mash
The laboratory in the castle eaves
And the master bedroom where the vampire sleeps
The girls all came from their humble abodes
To get a jolt from my electrodes
They did the mash
They did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
They did the mash
It caught on in a flash
The monster mash
Its called the monster mash
Zombies were having fun
The party had just begun
The guests included wolfman
Dracula and his little baby boy
The scene was rocking
All the digging sounds
Igor unchained ? ? ? ?
The coffin bangers were about to arrive
With a local group the beach boy five
They did the mash
They did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
They did the mash
It caught on in a flash
The monster mash
Its called the monster mash
Mmmm, what luck girl in the audience
Would care to dance with igor?
The monster mash is so ghoul
Muah ha ha ha
Muah ha ha ha

song performed by by Beach Boys
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Tale of Three Cities

New York blasted London blasted
Singapore -
Ripped off each other's metaphoric balls,
Crumbling walls.

Priapic city monoliths -
Blue-sky scraping bastards -
Shout about their height (but really length) .

V8 arseholes didn't care -
Pumping shit into the air,
So long as they were always there to
Fart aloud a smoggy cloud,
Laughing at the weak asthmatic,
Humoured that it seems traumatic.

Watch the greedy cities oozing
Chair-bound fat committees, though they
Look a bunch of titties as they
Waffle on about the pound.

Ever thought to look around and see
That they were dead?

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010

city city city city city city
city city city city city city
city city city city city city
city city city city city city
city city city city city city
city city city city city city

poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Technology

Technology at times can be a blessing,
but there are other times
when it can be a monster
thriving after your soul.
When technology is working properly,
it is a blessing in disguise.
However, let it go wrong
and your world disintegrates around you.
The monster reveals its fangs
leaving you longing back
for the days before the monster came.
The more you try to fix it,
the more frustrated you get.
This is when the monster
has you firmly in its grip.
The best way to deal with it is,
just simply walk away
and let the monster play its silly games
only coming back with a clear head.
The prospective of the problem
becomes clearer
and can soon be rectified.

1 July 2008

Author’s Note:
I wrote this because for the passed week I have had nothing but problems with my Internet Explorer crashing and freezing unexpectedly. A very frustrating time. Finally I have sorted the problem, fingers crossed. Now I hope I can get back to reading and commenting again without worrying if halfway through the comment it will lock me out.

2 July 2008 DVH

poem by David Harris
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The Aviation Company

Mr. Gregory Constantinapole
The Managing Director, Greek or Turkish
Who knows?
And his firm handshake is very painful.
'You're the person that I am looking for
And I heard your great grandfather
Who bombed Hiroshima or Nagasaki
If I am not mistaken,
Your Pilot's certificate or the License
I think you have an unlimited altitude
(Issued by Federation Aeronautique Internationale)
Anyway we do a checkride and here the keys.'
'Sir, this is a misunderstanding and I have applied for a porter.'
'Are you kidding or demeaning yourself, please go and start the engines.'
I was amazed looking through the porthole,
It's really complicated that I was in Mean Sea Level
Or Local Ground Level?

*The head learns new things, but the heart forevermore practices old experiences.
-Henry Ward Beecher

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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