Poems on the topic: war

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Dave Bonta

Onward Christian soldiers

Lord’s day and I mine with my pen no time for war

Dave Bonta

In the war, my honor died. Why give to those people and deny to others? If I could come home to my wife… I sat with my hurt, all out of Sundays.

Dave Bonta

Noon came by appointment after the war and stayed till late. I see what it is: another night.

Dave Bonta

I work at leisure— a holy war. I have bought all my own pleasures and so proceed in a supper of ash, ourselves a dish.

Dave Bonta

I lost my labor to the war, my time to bed, my place to a store of wine. What a sad story! I make one good thing: a great quiet.

Dave Bonta

Char a bass and be glad. The pater noster yesterday; war today. Vexed to eat, vexed to be.

Dave Bonta

I answer a word as red as war with play. We can act like puppets, or be content to be.

Dave Bonta

The poor shall never please us, even in war. The devil, our broker, broke in the street, angry at all the blood we drank.

Dave Bonta

My fat hat is an angry hat, a troublesome hat, a weary hat, a staid hat, a yesterday hat, a war hat, a Big Brother hat.

Dave Bonta

War gives the world an ill music in praise of the mad.

Dave Bonta

I ready a horse for war this way: with a quake, a wick, a lifetime within his two ears.

Dave Bonta

Robbed of our light by the war, too late to take pleasure in talk, I put on my night cloak.

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