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#### writing web site writing online online writing America militarization America military values military values and civil society military values militarisation militarization freeverse sience fiction contemporary shortstories online paradiselost johnmilton John Milton Satan Paradise Lost Milton's Satan Cook Hugh Hugh Cook writing website writing website writing websiteCicada Sun In the cicada's season, down at the Cove, we watched / The long swell which banks the summer berm / In tangles of scintillating mica, cracked shell,
Dreamscape With Giraffes I am a search engine. / My landscape is XX erotic.
Freeze Frames A girl and a boy / Holding hands for public inspection.
Grafton In Spring The winds pasture in the clouds; / The earth breathes:
I Remember I slipped my kiss into your naked mouth. My hands
Sex Metal Sex metal zex metal zow metal zap metal - / Look, George, look!
Somewhere Far From the Sea It is a cold day but the fat boy sweats, /Giggling his jowls to bouncing blubber,
The Death of Nestor In Pylos, old man Nestor grins: too often. / Nine battlefields creak in his kneecaps.
The fireworks are numb. Their vocal chords are gelatine / The car is combusting, combusting, combusting.
The quality of glass is light. Her touch is vanilla.
Troy (Book 1: The Theft of Helen) It is night. / Lofted above the whalesmoke waves of Ocean,
Waterfall Under extremest skies, asundered mountains / Rift through the mist and are gone.
Still Life Sits on his bed with his five mates round him, / Fresh from the pub,
Short Poems - Shortpoems
Warpoem Nausica. The daughter of a king.Dreams of the pulse of a beating moth.
Dreaming of dolphins leaping and turquoise tiles.
Nausica earnest as Odysseus tells his stories:
How swords gashed echoes from the sky,
How heroes clashed, and one narneked the other,
Gorbelled his skull, trophated his endention,
Debaunched his orchids, and called forth
The hidden pitches of panic
Out from their lair of bones.
Warpoets The warpoets are singingOil, profit, peace, power,
Sweet lubrication,
Pumping in through the back border,
Drive-in window war.
Raw Materials A to be B to be CTo be progress be D to be E to be F
To be G to be H to I to be J - We have jumped to the future,
We have past-tensed the war,
We are still at the startline but we did win the race.
K to be K to be L to be B -
He's sweating, he's bleeding, he's kicking to C -
But we did win the war, we were M, we were N,
The spinfocus grinfocus mandered a win,
We were O, we were P, we were Q, we were R,
He is bone, he is blood, he is buried, he's dead,
But our flag's on the S, we're ahead of the game,
It's a game boy, a wargame, a deathgame, a joy,
It's a T, it's a U, it's a V, it's a -
Stumble ....
Where is my W?
Why are you looking at me like that?
I want X, I want Y, I want Z,
Home, scott free.
Who is Hugh Cook? Whois Hugh Cook? Who is hughcook?
Poetrywriter Hugh Cook was born in Britain but educated in Britain, so you can count him as a British poet or a New Zealand poet - that's up to you. He currently lives in Japan.
Copyright © 1973-2003 Hugh Cook. The poems "Warpoem", "Warpoets" and "Raw Materials" were first posted on the Internet in 2003.
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