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A Poem by Baby Ricochet

Cobra spits hot venom
The angry wasp she flies
Her stingers ripping open
The fertile Cresent sky
Roaring dragon screaming
Across horizons high
Vaporizing annihilation
In her flames they die
The mutilated offerings
what's left of her flight
Flames of bone and concrete
Left burning in the night
They called to her on wireless
Begged her to fly our way
Burning manscapes to the ground
and we went on our way

© 2013 Baby Ricochet


Author's Note

Baby Ricochet
If you like this one read my feature piece "Roaring Death Machine " It's an older piece on the same subject.

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now words are painting, s**t you may become a hippi yet.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

11 Years Ago

not likely
this description is so accurate...and yet, even if it is about war...it can be not literal, and can apply to different types of war...mental illness, relationship wars etc...

quite a soundly written poem.

jacob

Posted 11 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

11 Years Ago

thank you
struggle is the war of your Untitled poem sets fire all the stupid cliche I use over and over, thank you for such a mystic pondering thought that processes through these words glowing on my screen...great piece

Posted 11 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

11 Years Ago

thank you
I love how you have this artistic way of describing war. The imagery spectacular. You've managed to make this huge aeronautical destructive machine seem like a dragon roaring the skies.. breathing fire on the land, scorching earth .. and saving it's own kin. Very cool BR..

Posted 11 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

11 Years Ago

thank you
Sad, true and written beautifully, easy to read, flows well, I like, you did a good job, now I wonder what I'll dream tonight, reading this as I fall asleep

Posted 11 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

11 Years Ago

Thank you for the review
Really just great imagery...Nicely done

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Baby Ricochet

11 Years Ago

Thank you
"Begged her to fly your way..."
A welcome sound, I'm sure. That's the sound of the cavalry coming to the rescue. Very descriptive write, BR. Heard it and felt it.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

11 Years Ago

Thank you
Such vivid imagery assisted by your choice of words. Well done!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

11 Years Ago

Thank you
Your imagery is always top notch. Bravo.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

11 Years Ago

Thank you
I can't even begin to imagine the things you have seen and experienced but it must of been a type of hell. This brings to light the horrors of war. Amazingly graphic and well written.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

11 Years Ago

Thank you
Carolann Dowsett

11 Years Ago

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Baby Ricochet
Baby Ricochet

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