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Poems

Mubarad Salaeh May 2018
It’s near to midday
But so far to midnight.
She walks along the side road,
Lonely and no one around.

She wants to be a gunner, she thinks.
A skillful hired gunner,
But she didn’t hold a gun for a long time.

A gun she used to hold
Was a toy back to childhood.
But now she is thinking to be a gunner.
Yes, what you heard is true.

She used to shot her little brother,
But she was inattentive.
And she didn’t even know,
That was a real gun.

It was back to her birthday,
Her little brother gave a gun as a gift.
But that was unexpected,
A gun was a real one.

She just look at to little brother on her birthday,
With the gift she got.
And now, her little brother has pass away.

What she should do next,
In order to bring back her brother life.
It’s such a silence moment,
That scene stuck in her mind.

Every morning she woke up,
A nightmare never disappear.
To for got everything,
To for got a bad day she live.
She should turn herself as a gunner
And shot everyone in birthday party.
Especially whoever she knows.

She shots every single head in birthday party,
The truth is, no one was hired her.
But the devil was herself
That gently turn into dark side.
Geno Cattouse Sep 2014
I dont know how to say goodbye to a man I never knew.
Clifton. Tail gunner ,Lancaster bomber.
1942.

I tried to write his story but I came up short. Black man fighting to free the world in his Majesty's air corps.
1944

A man who answered the call.
One of many. One of a kind.
A man from the colonies..Belizean..
Family man, father, patriot.

Has fired his last round.
R.I.P.
Mike Hauser  Sep 2017
Gunner Van
Mike Hauser Sep 2017
A bright new future on display
At the start of each new day
In the spoken word of yes I can
With the name of Gunner Van

Bringing hope to us all
This precious gift wrapped so small
A heart beating thunder he's sure to have
This child of wonder, Gunner Van

He'll grow up strong he'll grow up tall
Hand him the world he'll take it all
There's not a word that can not be said
About the love we have for Gunner Van
My friends daughter had a son this past week.
I wrote a poem a few years back for her daughter Luna Eve and didn't want Gunner to be jealous.