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Mushroom Cloud

Mushroom Cloud

An early August morning
A day like any other
beginning for many
ending for thousands
Enola Gay released and
Little Boy was on his descent
Exploding above earth
at eight sixteen am
Burning, killing, obliterating
His mushroom cloud
rising back towards the sky
Quickly spreading outwards
Continuing his destruction
Warnings, given
Believed, perhaps
Doubted, likely
Heeded, not

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All Rights Reserved

Sarah is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and has
prompted us with "Mushroom" and encouraged us to
use it however we wish.

This poem is about the dropping of the
Atomic Bomb on Hiroshima, Japan on August 6, 1945

Photo courtesy of Live Science

Eve of Destruction

Eve of Destruction

As I listen to the cacophony
of crows squabbling
over tumbled fruit
on the ground
Or as I watch dolphins
arcing in the sea
I am forever in gratitude
that I have lived to see
the magic of nature
As our forests burn
and the oceans
fill with garbage,
so does our respect
for these wondrous gifts
We have used and abused
our planet
to the point
of its destruction
Our cries for help
fall on the deaf ears
of politicians
who govern in denial
These naysayers
disavow the science
Their followers
are blind to the facts
and do nothing
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Anmol (Ha) is hoping D'Verse Poets and has
prompted us to write about the climate crisis

Word Prompts


Song Lyric Sunday – Eve of Destruction

This week Jim Adams’ prompts for Song Lyric Sunday are Cool, Groovy, Hip, Nifty, Radical and Swell. For some reason, apart from groovy, radical stayed with me the longest. I chose this Barry McGuire protest song, The Eve of Destruction, from the 60s. In many ways I feel we are right back there in the middle of that decade. Any progress we have made in the last 50 plus years has been snatched away from us in the last three.

According to Wikipedia it was written by P. F. Sloan in mid-1964. Several artists have recorded it, but the best-known recording was by Barry McGuire. This recording was made between July 12 and July 15, 1965, and released by Dunhill Records

The song had initially been presented to The Byrds as a Dylanesque potential single, but they rejected it. The Turtles, another L.A. group who often recorded The Byrds’ discarded or rejected material, recorded a version instead. Their version was issued as a track on their 1965 debut album It Ain’t Me Babe, shortly before McGuire’s version was cut; it was eventually released as a single and hit #100 on the Billboard Hot 100 in 1970. The song was also recorded by Jan and Dean on their album Folk ‘n Roll in 1965, using the same backing track as the McGuire version, and by The Grass Roots on their first album Where Were You When I Needed You in 1966.

McGuire’s single hit #1 on the US Billboard Hot 100 and #3 on the UK Singles Chart in September 1965. 


Eve of Destruction
Barry McGuire

The eastern world, it is explodin',
Violence flarin', bullets loadin',
You're old enough to kill but not for votin',
You don't believe in war, but what's that gun you're totin',
And even the Jordan river has bodies floatin',
But you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
Don't you understand, what I'm trying to say?
And can't you feel the fears I'm feeling today?
If the button is pushed, there's no running away,
There'll be no one to save with the world in a grave,
Take a look around you, boy, it's bound to scare you, boy,
And you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
Yeah, my blood's so mad, feels like coagulatin',
I'm sittin' here, just contemplatin',
I can't twist the truth, it knows no regulation,
Handful of Senators don't pass legislation,
And marches alone can't bring integration,
When human respect is disintegratin',
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin',
And you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
Think of all the hate there is in Red China!
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama!
Ah, you may leave here, for four days in space,
But when your return, it's the same old place,
The poundin' of the drums, the pride and disgrace,
You can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace,
Hate your next door neighbor, but don't forget to say grace,
And you tell me over and over and over and over again my friend,
You don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
No, no, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
Songwriters: P. F. Sloan
Eve of Destruction lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group,
BMG Rights Management
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