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i did these in pub lol while waiting to do my open mic

NO8 CHINESE PROSPERITY title by gaz my backing guitarist

 

On holiday in Taiwan enjoying a break on the west coast, fine five star hotel, great scenery, nice beach and pretty gals. Two weeks of bliss at a new holiday destination. Little was I aware that Red China was about to plan her invasion to unite her renegade province by force. Recent jet air combats left an uneasy peace with Taiwan the victor.

I got up at dinnertime after a long heady night out; to see short range rockets hit the train station. Huge blasts ruptured the sky knocking me senseless. Medium range missiles thundered inland hitting hell knows what. Taiwanese jet fighters rose in their dozens form their bases and headed west. Distant explosions rocked the blue summer Asian sky, what do I do as the air attack sirens sound?

 

 

 

 

KNOCK EM DEAD title by my mate ant

 

Her plan didn’t go smoothly, her rockets had caused huge material damage but she hadn’t caught the Taiwanese air force on the ground. Her jets had been dispersed; they knew what their brothers were planning. Huge aerial encounters of over a hundred warplanes knocked them dead. By sea communist troops embarked in ships to invade, most died in the ocean. Taiwan missile strikes killed thousands still they came, unstoppable. A single Taiwan jet carried one secret bomb heading to Shanghai. The end…

 

HOW WE DANCED

 

Around and round we danced in an exotic Asian club to pounding alternative music. Who said they couldn’t party? Like it’s their, our, last night on earth. Little did we all know that this prophecy was true? One night if fun with a Taiwanese lady, only dancing you understand. They are not like western ladies. On and on we danced feeling alive, when we kissed it was like fire of the positive kind. Neither of us knew we were being watched, that a huge military machine was about to strike. Hours later our nightclub was destroyed; I never did see my Taiwan lady again. I only know her name and have precious memories of that last night before war engulfed our whole fragile world. World War 3…

 

these poems are from my new book7 JUNIPER'S DAUGHTER 3 - FUTILITY AND HOPE, dark/light poems.

◄ southern song poem

a poem i did when i was witth vicky ►

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