POETRY FOR THE PEOPLE! Submit up to 3 poems about today's world in flux totaling no more than 150 lines each by emailing donkingfishercampbell@gmail.com by 11:59pm, May 30th. Culmination reading will be held on Saturday, May 31st, 3 to 5 pm ON ZOOM ONLY (link to reading will be provided to every published poet).

Monday, April 14, 2025

Duane L Herrmann

FRONT LINE DELIVERY


Battered army truck

pulls up, stops.

Driver, in protective gear,

jumps out, opens

truck back door,

keeps engine running.

Soldiers sprint up

from their trenches.

Driver passes boxes

that must have pizza

to soldiers delight

as they rush back

to safe trenches

and driver rushes off

before a mortar hits.

It's meal time for

fighters and defenders

of Ukraine!




HOW MANY WILL DIE?


People will die

the president-

dictator has so

decreed.

Some by hate-

filled violence,

to be normal now.

Others by disease,

because diseases

do not exist

when we hide them.

And collisions

in transportation,

because safety

“costs too much.”

Lives don't matter.


How long

will this go on?




TO STOP THE PLAGUE


Friends dying.

even family too,

all alone

far from those

they know and love:

Death

in covid time,

as any pandemic

when society

turned upside down.

Isolation is solution

to halt spread

of infection

if people would

but learn,

yet some persist

in being spreaders

and more die.


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