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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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whoa, this is really good! Bloody and full of imagery.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

11 Years Ago

Thank you
I really like this one.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

11 Years Ago

Thank you
I love the imagery. Nice poem

Posted 11 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

11 Years Ago

Thank you
Your words of war make me take a big sigh, and then give thanks for you and people like you are the hero's of our country.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

11 Years Ago

Thank you
A lot of good imagry and rhyming in this one...fiery and dark...

Posted 11 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

11 Years Ago

Thank you
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DrD
Each time you write works like this BR, I wonder when you will put the memories away and move on. I know how difficult it is. We have 70,000 dead and gun battles on the streets of our cities. A woman I knew had her baby blown out of her arms by a stray bullet passing through the bus she rode. I would like to see you use the images and sounds as protest writings against the ignorance of man who tells us that a stranger is our enemy. I appreciate your works and my comment is directed more toward you than your words.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

11 Years Ago

I'm working on it doc, thanks for the review.
You know I live within a mile of NAS Pensacola, and every now and again an aircraft will fly overhead and actually shake the house...the brick f*****g house...and I'm always like, "Damn!" I cannot even imagine what it must sound like to have those things roaring overhead when they mean business. Then again, with this good descriptive write, I can. Thanks for this, Baby.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

11 Years Ago

Thank you kimmer
Another Damn good write. Thank you

Posted 11 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

11 Years Ago

Thank you
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Pax
Dark and very descriptive.
seems like a viewpoint of a dangerious weapon...
great workmy friend.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

11 Years Ago

Thank you
This was absolutely wonderful

Posted 11 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

11 Years Ago

Thank you

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Baby Ricochet
Baby Ricochet

Tampa, FL



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I write just for the hell of it A way to spend some time Blurting out in cyber space Whatever's on my mind Maybe funny maybe tragic Emotional and raw Politi.. more..

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