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The Poetry of Pomak
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I got a D on the Rorschach Test
by Pomak
Moth,
No - Mom?
Maybe Mohair Sweater?
Dragons?
No - they are not real
Must be a escalator - Sigmund
An Urn?
No, vase, or is it vauze?
It is not a frog?
I know that!
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Chaplains on the Wall
by Pomak
Lieutenant Capodanno
Chaplain, U.S. Navy
Repeatedly…
Ran toward enemy fire
Dragging Marines to safety
Many wounds, arms, legs, face
Mortar round blew off a hand
Again he ran, this time
To a Corpsman on the ground,
Heavy machine gun rounds
Cut him down
Major Watters
Chaplain, 173rd Airborne Brigade
After the perimeter was pulled back
Three times he stepped over the wire
Through friendly and unfriendly fire
Brought solders back, on his back
Fell while aiding the wounded
There’s a long, low wall in Washington
Many named there
Passed to the next life
While holding the hands of these
When you go, passing slowly
Whisper low and softly
Thank you
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The city of Baghdad
by Pomak
Before Mohammad, city of Baghdad,
On the Tigris, kingdom of the Persians,
Before son Jesus, city of Baghdad,
Before your George Bush, city of Baghdad,
Flowing waters on a parched sand desert,
Before the Romans, city of Baghdad,
Before Sheik Omar, city of Baghdad,
In Islam’s Golden Age of Mathematics,
Before Buwayhids, city of Baghdad,
Before Timur the Lame, city of Baghdad,
Sacked again by the Turks and the Mongols
Before Ottoman, city of Baghdad,
Before the British, city of Baghdad,
War to end all wars, and then another,
Before bombs dropping, city of Baghdad,
Before death Saddam, city of Baghdad,
Stop the killing of women and children,
Before rebuilding, city of Baghdad,
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