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Boom! Boom!
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
Boom! Boom! I felt hot and sticky as a moon pie stuck on an old pickup sunbaked Chevy and the battle bruised air in my soot laden lungs made the morning taste of gunpowder heavy. All my ammo was gone! And all the rifles were gone! All the mortar rounds were missing with our gear and we saw the enemy scramble in confusion. Seems their weapons too had also disappeared. But our Supply Sarge, unsupplied, had a bold plan. He knew a way that we yet still could win the day. Using a (P)ositive (M)ental (A)ttitude at its full force, all the battles could be fought with PMA. He said “Pretend I’m handing you a loaded rifle. When you see the enemy, think and go Bang! Bang! and a knife for close encounters when they happen and Stab! Stab! will drop your foe yet once again.” On the field, I had no choice. I thought Bang! Bang! and heard the click of ejected shells from fired rounds. And in shock, I knew my PMA was working dead on target ‘cause I saw my enemy shot and hit the ground. I thought I heard a sound, not far out in the distance, as we revelled in the enemy’s loss and doom, ‘cause the Bang! Bangs! and the Stab! Stabs! were loud all thru the day ‘til a big sound shook the ground. It went Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! I heard in the distance. Bang! Bang! sounded small. Boom! Boom! sounded nearer. Stab! Stab! no sound at all. And I saw an enemy soldier, with PMA strong you see, saying “Tankity-Tank, Tankity-Tank.” Boom! Boom! rolled over me. Hurt, I watched the Boom! Boom! explode on a bomb from air launched by a comrade soldier’s PMA, unmeasured and rare. Boom! Boom! seemed unusual and maybe a little farfetched ‘til I saw our soldier flying in air saying “Jettidy, jet, jet, jet.” And I raised my head in pain from mud with tears that looked at sky for Man’s mind was on display, uncaged by belief to fly. If only he can live with his neighbor and not be socially retarded at core, such gifts could aim at stars for targets than Death, the bullseye of War. Namyh [This message has been edited by Namyh (01-30-2016 02:21 PM).] |
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Ticklefingers Senior Member Posts 710 Louisiana |
Your concepts of "PMA" in a war zone had me laughing through it all. I can see it as an 'SNL' skit. For this I quote, there is more truth than fantasy: quote: Very entertaining Namyh! 88's She told me "play one for your supper Danny and maybe you'll get breakfast". |
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
Ticklefingers - No greater honor is given a poet's created work than to know it injected a Boom! Boom! laugh into a kindred poet's day. It's ironic tho' how as children we may *make believe* the weapons of mass destruction in the sandbox but as adults we *make real* those weapons of mass destruction on the battlefield. Whoa! Conditioning starts from right outta the crib. Thanks for spending a spell here to enjoy TF. Namyh |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Dear Namyh, your message here is surely the absurdity of war and you succeeded perfectly well in your intent. And how true it is that the PMA could be used so much better for healing rather than for killing. You used great imagery and you are right insofar it seemed so strangely normal in the past to give children soldiers to play with and now we have lost all limitations when you think of how extremely violent the video games are. In real life things change and only then we realize the horror of war and its consequences. You have put a touch of irony in here, but the message is very profound. Love and peace. Margherita |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
nice writing of the realities of war...james |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Excelent poetry-form, and story line. I grew up on a Quaker farm in Pa...that is from twleve years old and up.. Before that, I played war games with my friends in a small village setting. Soon after, the "boom boom" of the Vietnam war was heard around the world. The Friends taught me about non violence. Urged me to study Gandhi, and George Fox. Both taught me this... "Non-cooperation with evil is as much a duty as is cooperation with good." M.K.Gandhi I will study war no more. Thank you for the poem. |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
The reality of war is a tragedy, I find your poem very honest and forthcoming. Having lost family members to war I find absolutely no humor in your poem whatsoever. TF's reply is offensive and disgusting. Be well good poet... |
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