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Details | Prose Poetry | |

A Girl From Darfur

I can show you where the brimstone sun has no remorse,
and where devils on horseback, have burned our homes, have pillaged our farms.
A killing spree,   the drum of guns, some tried to flee, but died,... each one.
The screams, I dream! Oh, the cries........the cries....... 
I try to mute the sound of them
For...,  I was there, I hid in fear,  was somehow spared, but now I look for 
something, ...something, ...something, here, ...someone to care.
A bit of food, a bit of shade, such bitter taste is in my mouth
A world of hate. To have no shoes,...a walking ghost.....
a blistered soul, I have no hope....  but nothing, nothing left. 
My eyes are blurred, and fires burn, a heavy world, shouts out despair.

Where are the flowers that used to bloom, where are voices, that once I knew?
There are no flowers here...just flies, in waist-deep dust, and a hot orange sun,
that coughs up sounds of fear and guns, and swords and words against my ears, I 
live in fear with no one here. 
I'm just a girl,  or at least I was....    for just a while.

I was defiled, when found by one
He spared my life, but did not see, I'd rather die than be this girl, who feels the 
shame in being free.
I once had a mother, I once had a father, I once had a brother who made me smile
Where did spirits, lift and go, when the devils on horseback came to kill? Spilling 
blood as if for fun?  For thrill? For what? 
Where were the Gods? Where are the ones who turn their heads?
In desert's dust with blood red crust.  They poisoned our wells, burned out our land, 
ravished and raped, and relished their brand......, 
nomads came, leaving shame, evil and horror came like rain.
 
Janjaweed, the name, I cannot say... I live with shame, a world, insane
I try to sleep, but I cannot........I can't forget and I am lost, the cost too much,
a swollen tongue and calloused feet,  across a land of bleached white bones
Alone, alone,....lost and done...a vanished heart......no one sees me  
There are no flowers, there are no trees, 
Famine as my lone companion, a pool of mud a home to stay,
Life drains out more every day, my belly swells....my eyes are parched,
and I can't tell
if I'm alive, or if I'm dead, dried up tears are what I shed....
Where are the flowers for my head? I've been scorned, 
all I have, and all I see is wind and rain, sorrow and pain
thorns, and dust, and a grave, that waits for me



__________________________________________________
Inspired By Cyndi's Challenge on Genocide 8/28/2014
Devils on Horseback – The Darfur genocide (ongoing) The Janjaweed (translated, 
devils on horseback) slaughter and rape the women, men and children of Darfur. As 
of today, 480,000 people have been “exterminated” and 2.8 million displaced.

Let's not turn our heads away from this, or from other atrocities being committed 
throughout the world.


Details | Free verse | |

Crying In Whisper

In my country,
Seeing smoky sky
Is nothing,
But Killing kids kills
Me everyday, every minute
Every second,
No matter with
Thundering bullets
Or lightening rockets;
It is being our daily habit
No more choices:
To die or but to die
Silently without even a whispered Cry,
Or a small bit of a registered grave;
It is happening now just in my country!


Details | Couplet | |

Blinded by Right and Wrong

I stood on a hill and screamed for peace...
Lost in the noise were friends that teased...

A mask that hides what's wrong and right...
Too many stones thrown that blinded my sight...
 
Wolves that prowled with a sheeps face and a devils soul...
Crept slowly in the dark where the truth was never told...

My cape is wrinkled and torn and bloodied from the day...
A battle well fought where being right lost its way...

Then left with a heart with blood still there to drain...
No need to ask the question, I'd do it all over again...


I don't write stories, I don't write make believe... I write what's in Me....    Michael





Details | Narrative | |

Battle Scars

Don’t judge that kid with her arms all scarred
Don’t brand that kid as bad
You never would have survived 
If you had the life she had
So say a prayer and show you care
She’s paid more than her share of dues
Don’t put her down or say bad things
Until you’ve walked that mile in her shoes
Those who suffered in war earn respect
They are greeted like super stars
She came from a war you wouldn’t understand
On her arms, the battle scars
Her own home was the battle zone
The desperation, feeling all alone
A situation she felt no escape from
Then late at night the urges come
Innocence lost like a bad dream
No self respect, no self esteem
It is an ongoing battle to feel whole
You can see the beauty within her soul
Sometimes I pray for a Judgement day
You have no heart if you look away
Flashbacks come and the anger stirs
The guilt she carries isn’t hers
There is a need for justice long past due
A need for acceptance from me and you
With anger, despair and fear demanding
The child needs some understanding
In spite of all the tears she cried
There are still battle scars deep inside


Details | Narrative | |

Beyond the sign

Hello friend, Do you see that man on the corner by the street?
He is holding the cardboard saying "homeless and I need to eat." 
If you're not too busy, come with me on a journey back to 1969.
It will help you to look past his appearence and beyond his homemade sign.

This is the 1960's, where they thrived on the American Dream.
The women were real ladies, or at least in public thats what it seems.
Today is High School graduation, So much happiness is in the air,
But, These young men have recieved papers, and Uncle Sam expects them there.

Do you recognize the bone structure of this boy standing on our right?
He is the one from the future corner, he was Valedictorian tonight.
So well dressed, and raised up right, his sweetheart by his side.
He has no reason to be fearful of the draft, he is filled with American Pride.

Fast foward, Just a few weeks, to him and his young new wife,
Kissing so passionately, pressing pause on their future, and their life.
He is dropped down in the jungle, amist the sounds of live fire.
He sees injured men being lifted out, as the SGT's on the wire.

Just a young boy of 19, he is scared beyond his witts,
Yet, he completes every mission he is given, he never quits.
He holds the hands of friends, who was cut down in their prime.
Yes, this is the same man, the one you wouldn't give a dime.

He arrives back home, in the year of 1972.
His tour earned him a purple heart, he took bullets for you.
once at home, he is expecting affection from his lover,
but, he has been gone for so long she already found another.

So at 21 years old, this veteran is now a man,
He drinks his memories away, everynight if he can.
He gave an eye, and two of the best friends he has ever known.
He never was told "thank you", and he has nothing to call his own.

If you pay close attention to the newspapers of '72
you will see in the protest, they blamed the drafted soilders too.
so here is this man, young, and broken, yet, still not ashamed.
He proudly answered the call, when the draft listed his name.

Only a fellow Veteran, could even try to understand,
That there are no surviving Vets, a part of them died in Vietnam.
When they returned they expected welcome parties and smiles.
Instead they were placed in a new war, but, it was their uniform on trial.

If you still feel the same as you did before our walk.
Go on about your day, forget about our talk.
But, if you have decided, you can look beyond his sign.
Maybe understand his pain, and give our hero a dime.


Details | Free verse | |

Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 


Details | Free verse | |

Things Fall Apart

Adamant mindsets
In a modern setup,
Vibrant visions evaporates
To emptiness, nothingness and waywardness.
Leaving the people in stark darkness,
Leading to nowhere,
As penury is declared "king",
Hunger succeeds the throne
As blind leaders  hardened the 
Economy like bone.
Giving peanuts to the peasants
But gold for the wealthy,
Oh! what a chess game in the midst
Of blind spectators.....
Mothers swaying in tattered rags,
Struggling with drying breasts which 
Produces the hopeful milk of the skinny infants...
Children strolling with empty plates
Searching for who to wet their throats.
Fathers planting courage and assurance,
Hoping the land will be milky someday,
Yet the center is not holding
For heads are plenty but the brains are few...
Therefore turning weakening hearts
To marauding crooks,
Victimizing themselves,
Staining their whites,
Be litling their lives,
Insulting their hands
Making the land stink,
While Africa bears the smell,
To the detriment of her virtue. 
Our agricultural and peaceful 
"green white green", they've turned to 
A dark and bloody "red black red".
Now who leads who in this
Criminal war front, corrupt justice
And indecisive generation?
Things fall apart when truth step aside,
Evil takes the lead when black minds
Score the goal...
Things fall apart when the people can't merge.


Details | Couplet | |

One Toy Soldier

One Toy Soldier

Little toy soldiers are all put away
Training is over for this time of day.
Where do these little boys go now to play?
Away from their home to die in the fray.

Little toy weapons are no longer there
But boxed in attics by mothers with care--
Where keepsakes still hold a lock of his hair--
While rockets and missles challenge his fare.

Little toy bad guys and little toy good
Haze in the distance when misunderstood.
Where fall the lilies on long crates of wood
And each gave their all--as good soldiers should...

Little toy soldiers are coming back home...
Mothers are weeping, laments all alone
Where flags lie folded--the gift of Shalom...
As the long box is lowered...'neath the loam

One little toy soldier is placed on the top
Remembering All--so that None be Forgot.

   
deborah burch©                            
4/14/2012

  


Details | Rhyme | |

A Soldier's Letter

"My dear Hannah:  We're camped nigh a town called Gettysburg tonight.
I take pen in hand to write to you, my love, by the flickerin' candlelight.
From afar I hear the beat of Rebel drums preparin' fer battle on the 'morrow.
Oh, my darlin' Hannah!  I ain't never knowed such loneliness and sorrow!"

"How I long to be with you and the children 'round our family hearth.
Ya'all mean the world to me, more than anything else on God's earth!
I recall so many times biddin' a sad farewell at our humble cabin door,
And marchin' off with my home brigade as we faced the cruel war!"

"I'm a-thankin' ye fer the chicken and apple pie you sent last week.
I shared it with my friends - it brightened our day which elsewise was so bleak.
This evenin' I read from my tattered Bible the Twenty-third Psalm.
We shared it many times at our family altar - it gives me such great calm!"

"I 'spect to be comin' home to help bring in the crops later on this fall,
And sit 'round the board to enjoy a bountiful Thanksgivin' with ya'all!
So fatten up old Tom Turkey, make some dressin' and sweet pertaters,
A couple of yer famous punkin pies and serve some fresh termaters!"

"I reckon I'd better close this letter 'cause its a-gittin' purty late.
Pray fer me, Hannah!  I'll leave ever'thing in God's hands as to my fate!
Hug and kiss the children fer me tonight as you tuck them in their bed.
I'll see you soon, dear one. 'Til then, I remain your lovin' husband, Jed."

Alas, the Scythe of Death reaped Jed's soul upon that ghastly field of strife.
The hopes expressed in his poignant letter would ne'er be shared with his wife..
It was found in his tunic pocket as he was lowered in his hallowed grave,
As his comrades honored him for his service and the life he freely gave.

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved


Details | Senryu | |

Enemy at the Gates

sent to the slaughter
caught between levels of hell...
neither one he chose

he lay amidst death
destiny arrived on time
alive…it chose him
~*~

12/28/11
For "Senryu Movie Scene" Contest 
*7th Place


Details | Rhyme | |

The anomaly of irony.

Rolling through a bloody mess,
my master died alone no less.
His mercy was indeed a lie,
he said I lived but now will die.

His hand was swift with a mighty stroke,
within a thought my life was broke.
Oh how I lived, and he knew not,
but now I lay...my life to rot.

No foot, nor hand could move a limb,
Three days old and no sign of him.
And then he came at my wits end,
With strength alone I cant defend.

He lift me up and broke my jaw,
Just to laugh as I hit the floor.
He took a blade and made a fist,
stabbed his flesh, his vein, his wrist.

Now you're dead and now you're mine,
drink from me and you'll be fine.
I could not stand my masters site,
I killed him quick with my own bite.


Details | Rhyme | |

Plockton - Wester Ross

The greatest holiday gift I ever received  
Goes back so many, many years
Before my life became turmoiled
And before my tears for fears

I was a child like many out there
Torn, strewn and split of kin
Mother and father in differences
Confused at seven, wearing their same skin

For I was one of the lucky ones
To a Highland Estate I would go
It's on the west coast of Scotland
Where my holidays desired me so

Secretly I internally smiled
For a whisper of where I was heading
To live with a movie star hero
No longer my life was in dreading

We were picked up by a man so fine
His manners were an absolute joy
Regimental he was in his approach
To me, just a seven year old boy

We travelled through the village of Plockton
Crystal clear waters edged to it's shore
I knew from this very moment
Being here ebbed previous family sores

On entering his house I was in awe
Movie pictures came to my view
They were images of James Bond
At seven I was totally through

A voice called to me
Hey James! sit down and I'll tell you me
Still in circles in walking awe
This is what he told thee

My name is Patrick Dalzel Job
In the Second World War I served
But this recognition I bestow
Humbles me to it's deserve

This honour that's been given
Was blessed by a colleague in war
What desired Ian Fleming to be so striven
Possibly, what we were fighting for

We served on the same destroyer
Fighting to make the future free
His tribute, in his novels I became
James Bond, it's incredibly me





Not many seven year olds have stayed with James Bond.
This seven year old Scot's boy has, maybe I learnt?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patrick_Dalzel-Job


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Kilted Warrior

He stands proud and strong, this kilted warrior
head held high against the unending pain
of a heart born out of sadness
for the loss of those who came before him
and thoughts of those who would
continue on when he himself was no more.
Proud men one and all
vows made, till surrendered in death
to defend that which
was their birthright, the very land
upon which he now stood.
The call to battle though long since silenced
came from within his very heart and soul
blood of the ancient ones raged in his veins
his sword by his side...shield upon his back
he stood ready to charge into battle
to do what was expected of him since birth
to fight as those before him fought
without fear, but with a strength
only a battle hardened warrior
knew and understood.


Details | Rhyme | |

Dead horizon

It was raining with pain from above
and dews of blood are seeping,
on the windows, houses and asphalt
putting out the fire of life feeling.

from the branches of the oaks from the hill
on a string dead cold bodies are hanging,
down are staying the trails of hope
and in the sky,the last sunset is shining.

and the burned out trees, full of ashes,
are waving in the cold wind alone,
they reopen the door for a moment
and let the soul to go home...

all that is left now is empty,
on the river,the willow is dying,
on the streets the life dead lost feeling
and on the grass the dews of blood crying.


Details | Rhyme | |

My mother, my earth.

Into the light I see,
with rays in clouds and warmth in me.
Brittle is the air around,
no voice is there, nor sweeter sound.

Within my scars and broken back,
there are my kin, there love I lack.
The oceans turn, therefore I weep,
Is it truly my tears to keep?

Now the mountains begin to fall,
like sand and dust to death they call.
I hear my children bleed and cry,
there bellies thirst and almost dry.

Some will seat and eat there fill,
"lets help them now, so now we will!
His mother would find pride within,
a pretty thing this life of sin.

Alas, my days are almost through,
my breath, my flesh and heart is too.
Let this be my final song,
for war alone is for the strong.

Into the night I see,
is there still love left for me?


Details | Rhyme | |

War in the Street


War
in the street
faces 
marred by defeat
crying, fighting
kicking, biting

where is the truth they’re refusing?
can’t you see humanity is losing?

sapphires 
seeking retribution
victims 
of senseless persecution
amnesty 
road blocked by political futility
stubborn leaders
breeding this brutality

martyrs 
paving ways brave and proud
but signs say, ”NO PROTESTING ALLOWED!"
people 
risking their lives
to benefit future generations
placing themselves on shelves
for the sake of their children's salvation

for now, they fall
bludgeoned in defeat 
with hopes of a brighter tomorrow
for this bloodshed today in the street

~JSLambert

© 2011 JSLambert


Details | Verse | |

The World Blasts Everyday

The world blasts in one nook or the other everyday.
It writhes amidst the stink of the burnt emotions.
Lullabies are mutilated in the roar of A.K.47.
A flock of  black birds hovers in the sky.
Waif dogs and vultures carve the sculptures
On the scattered fragments of the innocence.
Infants fumble for the nipples among the debris.
Forlorn whimpering of the newest widow  
Rises up with the smoke. Family men 
Step in to the death wagons with bleeding thoughts.
White doves shudder to sit on the roof of the worship.
A hundred revenge kids are born in each blast.
All ‘isms’ end in ‘revegisms’. Funeral of the peace
Is celebrated in the clattering of the weapons.
As the emotions lose the buttress of sense and reason,
The world blasts, then it bounces back.


(Pendle War Poetry,U K has selected and published this poem in the book,'Selected Poems 2012')


FABIYAS M V


Details | Lyric | |

This is about you

When you have downfall on your mind chaos is all a mind can find, its time to change all the things you had held so deep inside, they cause rage, your trapped in while your caught up in the cage of life an easy life with out strife, no more pain or struggle inside a bubble and you want to make it burst, but first things first you know the times that come will be the worst, because its change you want, and you will taunt the ones who set the curse. They say if you want to change a little then its your choice, but if you want to change a lot they must first hear your voice, loud enough for all to hear, listen and all of the problems soon disappear, just know that the world can be a  bleak one and people dont always listen so you cannot only speak once, so when the end is near you can look back at the goodtimes throughout all the years think about all the times and cheer, and thank god you lived this long and your still here. Be remembered  only for  the words you spoke, for you do not want to be invisioned inside a cloud of smoke, watch as they listen when you start to feel the choke on the thoughts about your life,a bad life,  a black life, envoloped in fear you were hoping that the man would hear, and maybe take a listen, to diamonds in your mind as you watch them glisten. finally move to a position, and  open your ears and let your mind be clear, and hear the wisdom spoken from the person on the otherside of the mirror, society sobriety with out a clue just sit and ponder at the deepest thoughts that are revealed in you...


Details | Verse | |

Injustice

He prepares for a carefree day,
for jovial conversations,
for cheerful smiles and lively faces.
He’s a young boy. Just like me.
My mind swells with ceaseless terror.
 I plead in my prayers
that our lives shall prolong further than this day.
I prepare for the grand attack.

He ambles through the village.
Laughter escapes the vivid frames 
of him and his companions.
Not an ache in his limbs.
Not a burden in his heart.
I move anxiously ahead.
My feet without ease omit swarms of bodies.
Some still emit shallow breaths.
Inadequate sounds escape their mouths
and their eyes writhe.

For him, time passes swiftly 
and a late train is the crisis of the day.
In that day, not a thought does he spare
for his fellow human beings.
For our sacrifice he doesn’t care.

As for me, time stays almost still.
I’m imprisoned in a time warp of pain.
My best friend clings off the un-cut wire
and blazing bullets glide through
the torn flesh of his chest.

He lies in his bed.
Wrapped around him a soft blanket,
under his head a warm pillow.
He’s a young boy. Just like me.

But only the moist earth serves me as a cushion, 
and only the bodies of my lifeless friends
serve me as heat.
I lie in a shell-hole; I lie in my grave. 



Details | Ballad | |

Martyr for the Unorthodox word

If I had over 10,000 dreams You'd be the only thing my mind could see Judgment couldn't be real Succumbing to the fear of this cold life Find a way to break through The self-destruction of wordly delusions Don't tell me I've lived so long in a lovely illusion Break me down until we find a Nirvanic state Then bring me a savior from transgressions An atoning sacrifice Send down to me a messenger for me to submit to Bring me the truth to break through The delusion Bring me the messenger to explain it all And let me leave behind Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Without a will to fight But I have the Means to be free I'll try to go with the word I believe But so many stones to be thrown Stakes to burn, limbs to break Faces to hate, scorns to taste Will I have the will to die Despite all of the tears no one will cry Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Broke my will Safetefied my soul Martyr for the Unorthodox word Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Without a will to fight But I have the Means to be free I'll try to go with the word I believe But so many stones to be thrown Stakes to burn, limbs to break Faces to hate, scorns to taste Will I have the will to die Despite all of the tears no one will cry Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Broke my will Safetefied my soul Martyr for the Unorthodox word


Details | Free verse | |

Love thy brother.

Brothers killing brothers......a field of blood
sisters slaying sisters.......instead of bearing sons.
mothers ,daughters..fathers, sons
all dead and gone, kindred spirits slaughtered one by one
by the hand of those each should love. 
I wonder if at the last moment they had second thoughts
Is this the way to go ..isn't there a better way?
Perhaps dialogue or patience would have been better
Less lives could have been  lost ..less regrets to bear.....more hearts could have 
been won.
Yet the war continues unabated..send in more troops is what we say.
 Isn't there another way?
 Too many orphans left.. ..uncared for and grieving
too many tears have been shed.... hearts harden.
Prisoners of war......wounded and shell shocked veterans....... physically 
handicapped....mentally deranged....a terrible plight
both sides share the same fate....pain and sadness is all that's  left
no one wins yet the war never ends.
Love's  now a thing of the past
only anger and hatred remain 
 When, oh when will Peace prevail.


Details | I do not know? | |

Viet-Nam Senceless War

There was a war sometime ago where mem were ordered young and old,
  to fight the battle keep us safe but for them no escape.
The war went on and the battle raged soldiers dieing everyday,
 so many men and boys too side by side fought for me and you.
Viet-Nam what can I say,War of War still killing today.
Agent Orange,Flash Backs too,
 many deceases worst than any flu.
One by one they did go for Uncle Sam made it so,
 fighting a war they knew not why just to stand shoot and die.
Marching,fighting days on end never knowing if it would end,
 or if they would return to the country where they were born.
For the ones who didn't die they were'nt even reconized,
 no not one would they meet or even give them an honorary seat.
As for me I have to say they should not have been treated that way.
A Hero's welcome they deserved and crowds of people on every curb,
  but instead they fought,died and we didn't as much as say Good-Bye!
                                                                     Signed;
                                                                       A Guilty One


Details | Ode | |

Love is a Sacrifice

You have my soul, but you have your fate Whatever your words, I’m willing to take You have my word; I’ll give you my breath It’s like a chain that would never be break You are my love with all my heart, I’ll fight for you with all my might. And in the way, you admire your goals, You hold my hands, but not so close. As you go to your chosen path, I’ll accept the fact that we will be apart. In the dark side, I leave behind Within my faith, that you’ll arise Please don’t look back, coz I’m fighting still I’m hurting so much! Don’t want to have you near I accept my fate for what it does, I’m bleeding so much, do you know for whom it was? You reach your goals, as you want to have, Would you remind the man that gave what he had? As you reach the stars, and be the one Be a sun that shines its own. After the rain, the rainbow comes, Like dark in the moon, when the light flash A glimpse from you at least a short For then I knew my pain is worth.


Details | Haiku | |

The Internet: Return

A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...
Procrastination!


Details | Free verse | |

Agree to Disagree

                                               
                                               Mankind's greatest
                                                 accomplishment...
                                                       
                                                      

                                                      is death.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

- Blood - Tears - Death -


                                      I heard angels singing about peace
                                     Silence in this room only a dim light
                                   Is it just a dream of freedom and peace
                                   Breaking down the lie build up the truth
                                     I'm in doubt .... do I hear angel song
                                  Give me an answer, take away my doubt
                                  Feeling a little turbulence and bit scared
                             The song is mighty they are singing about peace
                                    Silence comes and the dim light is gone
                                 There is too much injustice, bombs and war
                                       I feel so tired, small and ashamed
                                       You are like me and I am like you
                                       I hear no angels singing any more
                                         Only Blood, Tears and Death






 * Boston bombing in April 2013

20.04.2013
A-L  Andresen :)


Details | Alliteration | |

War has come , War has come

War has come , war has come,
My home once a gem of beauty , to fires and rage it succumbed,
Powerless i watched , the desolation of man
How evil overwhelms and greed robs one of all sense
Day by Day loved ones fell,
Till our lives became nothing short of hell,
I prayed in silence fearing my inevitable doom,
For the grim reaper lays in wait ,
Thus i have resigned to my fate..

The morning sun arrived,
With the heavens granting me another day,
The screams have gone silent , with no presence of tyranny,
I run through the village searching for a sign of hope,
Till my legs grew weary and my vision grew dim,
I muster what strength i have,
Refusing to become a victim of fate,
Footsteps i hear , approaching fast,
Men with weapons with black souls drenched in hate,
As i look into the eyes of my executioner ,
with the certainty of death,
memories of my life flash , as i take my last breath,
War has come , War has come


Details | Epitaph | |

John F Kennedy

John F. Kennedy 1917-1963 The great 35th president of US It wasn't really a success He tried to stop the missile bases There were lot of angry faces When there was about to be a war Peace was what he asked for Texas was the place he was shot Later, the criminal was caught He didn't survive the pain His people cried like the rain


Details | Lyric | |

Solipsist

Let the Deicide commence.

You're a voyeur at best!
Your vampiric heart is beating out of your chest!
And you have slayed the ones whom would love you for anything less
Ready to consume the final fragments of innocence,
And for you there is no forgiveness,
On your knees pleading, screaming to a tyrant in the skies;
The father of lies.

I will never be enslaved in your superiority
The people agree: jaded of your false dichotomies.
Know: I will be whomever nature intends to be
Apollo and I will share our dreams,
and you will be forced to see
your failure!

I know who you are...
Readily the first to present your scars
Chained by some despot or mental czar
An emotional homunculus in your mind, behind bars
Reluctant to escape - even when proven fake
Your demented mind - depths no one will penetrate!
 
...And you see me suffering
Not caring of any casualties
Just as long you recieve your safeguard of sympathy
So very wary of the masses and their Anarchy; Liberious ways

Solipsist - Is there no one you can see?
Even if she was presented burning?
Solipsist - Is there no one you can believe?
Even if Sophia was screaming?
Solipsist - Know you have killed and abused me
Imprisoned in your own  personal reality 




Details | Dramatic monologue | |

All Day Long

All. Day. Long.

I sit there, in my chair, All. Day. Long. 
Glaring at people I hate. 
The people who are but mere memories.
Mere dust in the wind.

All that I know has blown away, 
taken by my faulty actions.
The dull replay of Meteora fills my room with lyrical insanity, 
tempting me with beat and anger. 
But I’ve realised it’s not the music that’s dull.
It’s myself. I am dull. 
 Dull, empty, detached, dead. 
My actions have caused this, my mental instability.

My arms and wrists, they’re crisscrossed with faint pink patterns,
the product of my attempts at reattachment and relief.
Eternal smiles of violet beneath my eyes, wrinkles surround my lips. 
My skin, yellow from the drugs, reflects weakly the sunlight from outside.
I blame everyone but myself, my personality rotten to the core.
My lungs, as well, shredded by smoke that acted like needles.

I couldn’t help myself, I jest in my mind. 
I’ve been trying to shove the blame onto something but myself, 
only to find there is nothing to blame but myself.

My body has been wracked to this state, 
a state well beyond my mere 29 years. 
My mind, hanging from a cliff. 
Threatening to free fall at any moment. 

As I sit there, in my chair, 
memories of an age long gone from my life flash before my eyes.
 A girl I loved, laughing.
 Her and I lying in the grass, at a lake’s edge.
A cat akin to night, eyes green as mine, purring softly in my lap.
Flashes of guns, from a war forgotten by all but me. 

As I reminisce these memories, a spark of feeling—pain.
Upwelling in my gut.
 Through my chest.
 Stabbing into the side of my head.
The pain triggers a new wave of recollection. 

Again, the girl. My mind so foggy I can’t remember her name. 
Dancing slowly to a song no longer heard of. 
Snow. A blush of the cheeks. Hands in mine, warming and comfortable.
The pain in my head intensifies, blinding me. 
I fall from my chair, the first time I’ve moved all day. In 2 days.

Shaking my head, I pull myself up. Standing, I look around. 
Another flash of pain, followed by a sensation I’d all but forgotten.
Her lips. At dusk. The very first time.
I stumble away from an unseen being, crashing into the wall. 
Blinking my eyes furiously, I right myself. 
Waiting a moment, I sit back down. 
And let the dullness take over, the pain ebb away, 
and the memories to replay.
All. Day. Long.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Self Portrait of Syria

The sweet fragrance of spices
Fruits ripened lush from mountain gardens
The bouquets of flowers scenting the air
Vivid memories of yesterday

Now the flowers are black petals of death
The souk reeks of burned flesh
As fires from hell fell from above
Those who tilled have become the earth

Scorched and soiled souls, color ceases to exist
In the dream world of eternal fires
Hope is sucked out of you, the dead whom still walk
The nomads with no eyes, lost inside timeless nightmares

I am an artist, who paints with tears
For those whom stories have been buried in hell fires
They lay, facing the heavens, raped of their smiles
Leaving Infants to cry in the night, lamenting in a sea of blood

A child wanders past me, rented and soulless
I take my brush and prey someone will save that one
I am the invisible artist
As I stab myself, my final portrait to the world


Details | Light Poetry | |

A Little Girl

Wearing rented robes and wet with tears
Tired and hungry with lifeless eyes
No shoes and no hope
None at all
Life a death sentence at this tender age
She sat on a rock, now robbed, even of her tears

A butterfly fluttered on by
Wings so golden, shining in the suns rays
She came to rest on the little girls arm
Looking up the butterfly saw the lost soul within
Spreading her wings, she danced in the air, saying
“Little one with a smile hidden deep
Do not fret, God is near”

The little girl, with no hope, raped of her happiness
Her heart bombed long ago
Gave a faint smile
She twirled once, her last dance before tumbling of hunger
Fainting to the ground while spiraling to the sky
Such is the sad moment upon this earth
As the butterfly took her up to heaven



Notes:
I saw a photo of a girl, alone amongst the ruins of bombed Syria, the image made you
want to reach out and save this poor soul. I have a sadness that I could not. I had no
 idea how to  express this, until a butterfly whispered in my ear.


Details | Couplet | |

A Marine's Poem - from Iraq

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death;
I look at this war and I’m exhausted, and so out of  breath!

I look to my spirituality for an answer to appear.
I’ve seen fellow marines die and “death” is what I ultimately fear!

The days seem to never end, and this desert is extremely hot!
I’ve witnessed the death of my friend and I ask God, why he got shot?

Yesterday, our platoon leader took a hit; two bullets to the back!
I want my country to know that we do this ---- for her and hope we make it out of Iraq!

I think about my family and I miss their warm and tender essence.
I wonder if my girlfriend thinks of me… I can’t wait to feel her presence.

I hope death doesn’t come for me; that I make it out of this hell hole.
I pray God forgives me for defending country; that I do not lose my soul!!


Details | Free verse | |

If Old Men Fought

An old man looking out his door,
gaze fixed on a distant shore,
reminiscing to a time, not of happiness,
or, the prospect of a bright future,
to when he was sick to his very core,
to when as a youth, he went to war

A time before infallibility had meaning,
patriotism and bravado the craze,
the future was still unknown,
vigor for life at its all time high,
a time for romance, partying, buying,
no thought of pain, deformity, dying

Too young to understand or question,
ship to foreign shore, medals abound,
will impress the girls next time in town,
sacrifice not temporary,
forever more,
a legacy etched into a wall, few will remember,
flesh shredded, burned, torn,
families mourn

A time, when he willingly went to war,
will happen no more,
all lost in youth, now unrelenting,
no blind obedience,
minimal risk,
long life, his number one ambition

As he turns back from the door,
he thinks of the youth,
here now, soon no more,
lessons never learned,
the call to war,
to common the roar,
complacency the mood,
another generation removed

The old man agonizes
over what was originally not known,
war is preventable,
life too precious to waste,
the solution simple,
his vision, maybe too late

Send old men to the front to fight,
arthritis, heart disease, poor eyesight,
let the youth enjoy their life,
his near over, its only right

Send old men, to the front, to fight
ask them to give up their life,
patriotism and bravado, still alive,
will and desire would not last the night,
old men do not rush to death in their twilight,
failure inevitable, the old man smiles,
knows he's right

Wars not possible,
if old men, are sent to fight


Details | Verse | |

Home of the Slaves

Land of the free
Home of the slaves
The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate
Amongst the soil where they were slain
I’m hearing their struggle
I’m feeling their pain
I can’t imagine being forced to part from my family
All for massa’s gain
So I pay homage to those who promoted change

People like every slave who tried to escape
Nat Turner, Ms Carlotta, Harriet Tubman
And the safe houses who were in accord
And peg leg Joe with his song
Follow the drinking gourd.

People like, the disregarded - those thrown overboard
And who was dismissed and defamed
The ones who were stripped of their soul, their pride, their names

The list could go on  
The full will never be told
So I pay homage to others who were bold
Like John Brown, The Freedom Riders, Sojourner Truth
Ida B Wells, Phyllis Wheatley, Maya Angelou, 
Langston Hughes and Charles Drew

George Washington Carver, Ruby Bridges
Booker T Washington and Mary McCleod Bethune
Charles Houston, Ralph Bunche, Fredrick Douglass
WEB Dubois, Paul Robeson, Ralph Abernathy
Benjamin Banneker, Marcus Garvey and Crispus Attucks
Who’s death by the way
Symbolized the American lie
You cant declare the rights of all men
While the people of African decent rights get denied
But still we rise

Thanks to Dr Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, 
The Black Panthers, the Buffalo Soldiers and Tuskegee Airmen
None who were showed any love
Yeah it’s an uphill battle, 
But obviously greatness can be done.

We can rise above this stigma 
That blacks are lazy and daunting
That our worth is null and void 
And in essence minus nothing
And of all the names mentioned 
And the greatness of their successes
No one has been able to erase the evil transgressions of a racist mind
And once you have experienced just a taste of it
It changes your perception of time
The oppression beats like the drum on the chariot
Of when it was finally time to escape to freedom
It's mine


Details | Elegy | |

Grandfather

My Grandfather High-backed chair facing the corner, Window over books so cherished Loved. Like the greatest of scholars, but still humble He was a trove of stories Air of silence on a place once full Of stories from a time past, A time of honor and courage and duty Of country and spirit; fighting an enemy Made from indescribable evil. Tales of valor, sand, and bullets Lions and machine guns, young men in battle Fighting for their lives. Knowing the enemy was like a jackal Cruel and twisted, an army of evil He witnessed it all First hand, in the heat of the day And cold of night. Tales passed on, spoken In a way that conveyed such knowledge That one was to sit in amazement, and hear it Firsthand from the chair facing the corner. Like a throne of deep thought. The day he left this world, I wept. Seeing him not but a day before, It was harder than I could have imagined. The pain is real, but so were the memories And so the legacy of the veteran lives on. The chair sat vacant, but I felt him there. The books on the shelf, the other treasures Left behind held him here on earth While the memories anchored him in our hearts. The man in the chair shall never be forgotten And the stories shall pass far into the generations.


Details | Lyric | |

Never Fight Alone

I got mad. Didn't know how to use my energy. So I made this song on the piano. I want to sing it with my brother when he's better. I hope he does get better soon. 
Dedicated to David. Just been so angry lately. And so sad. . .

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Verse I: (David) I was alone What can I say? I was lost Couldn't pray I was trapped In their games I regret it Everyday Verse II: (Laura) I was jaded By my sin Never sweated Anything Couldn't sleep Couldn't dream I was scared Of everything Chorus: (David) Within me lies a battle A war I just can't fight alone Can you hear me now? Will you hear me out? Before I lose the struggle I'm begging for some help right now We need to take a stand I need to be a man Laura: Your heart is in my hand Both: (You) I will not fight alone Verse IV: (David) I'm losing faith Can't find the way Can't erase The things I say I see the world Instant pain! If I'm anything I'm insane Verse V: (Laura) Don't talk that way! Just look at me! You are stronger Then I'll ever be! I pulled you in I pushed you free I was foolish Please come back to me Chorus: (David) Within me lies a battle A war I just can't fight alone Can you hear me now? Will you hear me out? Before I lose the struggle I'm begging for some help right now We need to take a stand I need to be a man Laura: Your heart is in my hand Both: (You) I will not fight alone Within me lies a battle A war I just can't fight alone Can you hear me now? Will you hear me out? Before I lose the struggle I'm begging for some help right now We need to take a stand I need to be a man Laura: Your heart is in my hand We'll never fight alone Never Fight Alone


Details | Free verse | |

GROUND ZERO

GROUND ZERO Today as I stand here, With your name engraved not just on stone But in the hearts of millions who thank you For not letting them cry, I feel proud that it was you… We wish you were here, There’s not a day we don’t think of you. There’s not a minute we don’t miss you. But we’re glad you ran into death So that a thousand others could walk into life. It was not your duty, You weren’t meant to be there, But you took it up, Did what you had to do As a citizen of the global world. The little ones will never know What a wonderful person you were. But they’ll always know that You were a hero… How you died for the greater good… Tears, grief, pride, longing - a blend of everything. Its been ten years, ten long years But the memory’s still fresh and cutting. It still hurts to know That you could be here had you stayed back. But you didn’t and that’s made you a hero. You ran straight into it While a thousand others were running away. Your death is history…. Millions died with you But you stand out ‘coz you made your choice. As I stand here, I know that a decade ago, today You were here somewhere, Running into a cloud of dust and ashes Searching for the smallest sign of movement To bring them back to life. Somewhere between the despair and hope You forgot to breathe… I pray every day that History would rewind itself Back to that fateful September morning, Not because I want to hold you back… But because I want to come with you… It would have made a difference. I know it would have… I know you’re with me In my dreams, in my daily life Laughing at my blunders, Guiding me through hardships. My guardian angel… On this September morning, Not exactly the same as before, Here I am telling the world That my twin brother died Saving the victims of 9/11.


Details | Than-Bauk | |

Dressed Blues

<                                                 he took the fall
                                                   dressed blues call now
                                                   hearts wall skips beat

 

Written by Katherine Stella 8/7/11



A Than-Bauk, conventionally a witty saying or epigram, is a three line "climbing rhyme" poem of Burmese origin. Each line has four syllables. 

The rhyme is on the fourth syllable of the first line, the third syllable of the second line, and the second syllable of the third line. 

Tribute To U.S Marine Corps
Hu RAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH


Details | Tanka | |

Deep in the Shadows of Time






instead of flowers, stones bloom in mass profusion, engraved with honor….. history has come to rest locked in the shadows of time far from battlefields, all creatures learn of courage.. it comes with the breeze and deep in the heart of man... heard in tears of a bugle .........................................................................................................................


Details | Rhyme | |

I Hate Aunt Floe

NOTE: This poem is a humoruos stab at PMS from a mans point of view

I can see your blood boiling
through  the blades I once called eyes,
they were once beautiful  like jewels
now they hurt my deep insides.
cutting at my guts
and like a noose on my  lungs;
your words seek like bullets 
your mouth like sniper guns.
I’m hit with each inaccuracy…
Being killed by words untrue;
and you even got the nerve
to tell me what you think I do.
But let me get mad
and try to plead my case;
then suddenly the world
is a f--ked up place.
You got tears running down…
What the Hell did I do?
We were just sitting and laughing
I could swear that we were cool.
Oh God…
Oh no…;
I should have seen it… 
It’s Aunt Floe…,
This battle can’t be won or reasoned
I think its best I go.
Cause I hate Aunt Floe 
and she hate me too;
she sit and talk sh-t
about the gum I chew. 
The color of my shirt…,
She say my look is a stair;
She say my best has no worth
And she doesn’t stop there.
I didn’t change
I’ve been the same 
these 28 days,
 but now I’m f_ckin A__hole 
Aunt Floe gave me that name.  
She said get out my face 
This aint your home no more,
But I’m more puzzled by 
What was said before.
I love you 
With her glossy eyes 
I knew it was true, 
But horribly sly
You see these words
make me the fool.
The one that’s cruel
That a__hole dude,
That sparked the fuel
To this f__kin feud.
But I swear to God
I didn’t start this sh_t,
Why would I give up my love 
To live my life like in a pit.
 This is horrible sh_t 
Wasted days spent,
On nothing but the worst
I could be bathed in your sent. 
You could be laughing 
While I’m smiling
But Aunt Floe Won’t let this be,
And the only way to make this right
Is hold my tongue  a week.
And that ain’t gone happen 
I’m a person too,
Not soft
But I got feelins
and don’t know what  to do.
Now its been six days
Unbelievable  rage,
She locked herself 
In the room
I call it her cage.
I smell a sent in the air
It wasn’t there before,
Now lookin down the hall
I see an open door.
Is this a trap 
I’ll guess I’ll see,
If I fall for another
 You know that’s dumb ass me.
Curled in the bed 
I think I know that girl,
But where’s the hells Aunt Floe
The one that f__ked my world.
She packed up and gone
Didn’t even say good bye,
Just came wit gang of bullsh_t
And vanished in the sky.
Is that you my dear
Can you please come here,
Listen close and crystal clear…
I hate Aunt Floe
 Next time she here
Make sure I’m stocked
with weed and beer.
I love you punk.  ?


Details | Sonnet | |

Sunken Tears

                                   He stood bravely before me 
                           with a medal of honor in his right hand
                        and a bandage of agony around his left knee
                           It seemed like he had struggled to stand,
                             his crutches lay useless on the ground
                                 I found it hard to understand why,
                                 a soldier in pain didn't even frown
                                      With a voice firm but dry
                                 his words shook me like thunder
                                "You're now the man of this house"
                                 he uttered like a worn-out hunter
                            quivering up my legs like a terrified mouse
                                 Drowning my mind through cold ears
                        he passed his sincere respect and sunken tears


Details | Villanelle | |

Road Sixteen Hundred ( Alexandrine Villanelle)

With no idea none at all of what to do,
were sixteen hundred soldiers counted newly dead.
Ask sixteen hundred Pennsylvania Avenue,

How many more to muster, murder; though untrue
the reasons given?  Gone where angels fear to tread,
with no idea none at all of what to do.

Unconcerned for what is lost or even who…
just "Collateral Damage"... that is what they said
at sixteen hundred Pennsylvania Avenue.

From hollow oath the young men follow through
as "Cannon Fodder"… aren't they "lives" instead,
with no idea none at all of what to do,

What loss of value, freedom.  Dressed Red, White, and Blue
now shades of ghostly grey except where they have bled,
Tell sixteen hundred Pennsylvania avenue.

We waited as if deaf and blind to what we knew,  
Now sixteen hundred to untimely death have sped
with no idea none at all of what to do.
Tell sixteen hundred Pennsylvania avenue.


Details | I do not know? | |

WE ARE INDEPENDENCE!

We are Tausug Nation
Defending independence
Free from the enemies
Stood not to get oppressed

Our Nation ruled
Of the country’s independence
Never conquered from then
We shall develop our land

Our country, nation is known
Home of courageous person
Bound only in one faith
Never care of the death

Tumantangis, Dahu peaks of our land
To Bagsak, Sinumaan
And to all the mountains here
Only one God is aimed

Zamboanga, Basilan, North Borneo, Palawan
Centre is in Sulu land
Ruled by the Sultan
From the early point of time

Our nation is united
In the name of faith is complete
Only God is firm
Determined not to get conquered

Land of the pearl garden
Sulu Sea in the world is famous
From the South and North
And East and West

Blood of Martyrs flowed in the vein of the Sug Nation
Fought to defend
Flag rose like Vinta strip
Eternal pledge appeared


Details | Narrative | |

VIOLATED

 HELP! HELP!
 She is sinking,
 Sinking into the abyss of despair.
 Her brain is striken And her mind is stifled.
 She has been enervated.
 Her integrity is being manipulated,
 Irrationality acts as spring board to moral decadence,
 Opacity then entangles her efficiency
 While her eminence sleeps.
 She became vulnerable.
 Poor thing, she is raped, maimed and looted.
 Has she not been violated?
 Does her plight warrants a revolution?
 However, she demonstrated.
 She shrilled,
"No!", "No!"
 She pleaded with her predators.
 All these were to no avail
 Her future seems gloomy
 As the predators succeeded in orchestrating yet another tragedy.
 Engulfed in this evident realm of adversity.
 She sits and ponders
 With tears flooding her miserable cheeks.
 She then cried,
 HELP! HELP!
 I am sinking,
 Sinking into the abyss of despair.


Details | Free verse | |

March of the Barefooted

When Suns are young and we are born
Not needing shoes to kick the womb
A maze of mirrors, gates to the unknown
Erects us tall blinding hearts with hopes...

And we pretend we know the way
Although  there are so many lefts
The rights are few, we change our shoes
The thickness of the Soul.?..depending on the distance...

"I close my eyes, my boots are tearing flesh alive
I have to walk and cry for miles and miles
There is no turning back, the lefts are few
Straight forward? Bullets... Upward? An eagle and the sky...

I fight a desert that's not mine to quench the thirst in few"
A maze of foggy mirrors shatters rhythmically in  echoes...
And sons were young when blinded by uniforms and pride
Their stolen boots walk now eternally......for miles and miles....






           




Details | Triolet | |

Stab, Choke, Torture, Shoot to Kill

The rage that screams against the sky A battle ground of angry hate Death's anger looms; threat reaches high The rage that screams against the sky A voice it struggles to deny The venom 'fore it spews too late The rage that screams against the sky A battle ground of angry hate. What made bit** think she could deceive A fam'ly grown so sick of hurt I'm one she thought that would believe What made bit** think she could deceive? Fed up with lies, we're so naive Her many victims her desserts What made bit** think she could deceive A fam'ly grown so sick of hurt. I want to choke her scrawny neck And make cruel vengeance mine to give To make her bleed, knife's wounds inflict I want to choke her scrawny neck And twist until I'm held in check But not 'fore I know she'll ne'er live I want to choke her scrawny neck And make cruel vengeance mine to give. I lay my head on Satan's bed The price was worth my deadly fate She's cold and lives with devil's dead I lay my head on Satan's bed No tear I shed, no more to dread It's over now, there's no more wait I lay my head on Satan's bed The price was worth my deadly fate.
Destroyer ~ Poet’s contest Name any poem with a strong title" (your poem title has to catch my eye) your most favorite outstanding title...


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

INVISIBLE

I am the one the word has forgotten. I am the one that walks around and never seen. I am the breeze behind you. I am the one who is never wanted or needed. I am the one that is only seen when you most need me. I am but a shadow no one see's me neither fades nor cares on where I go. I seek for the way out but am lost. He is never far from me lurking in the dark corners of my world saying things I do not wish to hear. Trying to force his way out into the open scratching and clawing at the walls that keep him in. Sadly the walls are starting to crumble and don't know how much longer they will hold starting to give up on fixing the wall. Soon he will be free and there is nothing I can do anymore or want to no one would even notice the change or even me being there to stop him. So I might as well let the walls fall and walk away and let everyone else deal with the problems that shall proceed. For it seems that no one cares on what I do or who I am. I will stay for a bit longer but don't know how long it will last just getting so tired and no one notices because I am...invisible
[11/24/12 7:29:53 PM] Damien Carlton: I am the one the word has forgotten. I am the one that walks around and never seen. I am the breeze behind you. I am the one who is never wanted or needed. I am the one that is only seen when u most need me. I am but a shadow no one see's me neither fade nor cares on where I go. I seek for the way out but am lost. He is never far from me lurking in the dark corners of my world saying things I do not wish to hear. Trying to force his way out into the open scratching and clawing at the walls that keep him in. Sadly the walls are starting to crumble and don't know how much longer they will hold starting to give up on fixing the wall. Soon he will be free and there is nothing I can do anymore or want to no one would even notice the change or even me being there to stop him. So I might as well let the walls fall and walk away and let everyone else deal with the problems that shall proceed. For it seems that no one cares on what I do or who I am. I will stay for a bit longer but don't know how long it will last just getting so tired and no one notices because I am...invisible


Details | Rhyme | |

Ana

She writes her songs and her poems,
not one person know 'em.
She listens to the sound of her music,
she's stuck to it like a tick.

If someone took the time to listen,
her true colors would glisten.
She's put on a mask,
and hid everything when someone asked.

She was the type of girl who would always laugh,
making you wish it would last.
She was the type of girl who would smile the day away,
too bad it is no longer that way.

She is now the girl who is depressed,
I bet you're impressed.
Since no one could tell
that she was going through hell.

Everyone thought she was happy, 
when really, she felt crappy.
Everyone thought she was having the time of her life,
who would have guess her best friend was a knife?

She spent her days alone,
she seemed to do everything on her own.
Never once wanted help.
Thought she could do everything herself.

Then the day came,
when she lost the game.
She fell apart,
and everyone saw her broken heart.

They saw the way she overreacted.
Oh, if only you saw the way she acted.
She bruised herself, scratched herself, and made herself bleed,
no one knew what it was that she needed.

They saw her tears,
and that was what she feared.
They found out she wasn't okay,
oh, she hated that day.

Everyone found out about her secret,
and she wish they'd just forget,
but she knew they couldn't,
and that they wouldn't.

She left that town and started over,
no one knew she went undercover.
She said she got better,
when really... something else occurred. 

She secretly hurt herself,
and walked away from help.
Everyone thought she recovered,
when really, she was undercover.

She secretly wanted to get worse,
no one knew of course.
No one cared to ask,
if she was wearing her mask.

Now it's too late,
she locked the gate.
Killed herself,
everyone had forgotten she needed help.

Goodbye cold world,
this was a story of a girl
who once loved everyone
then feared who it was who won.


Details | I do not know? | |

If your not the part of the solution your the part of the problem

I’m from the hood where the politicians don’t do squat for the poor/  
I represent the modern day Black man/ 
The Black educated politician and activist that care about only one Damn 
thing when the stuff hit the fan! 
“They Damn Self!” 
It’s like a wise man once said “Never let the left hand know what the right 
hand do” meaning keep all of the right hands right and all of the left hands 
left/ 
Ever since then the tradition has been eating off the next mans death/ 
It’s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder whether I should go buy 
books or go buy a T.V,/Then again I wonder what’s wrong with these rap artists calling us
window 
shoppers like we nothing!  
Then them same rap artist turn around and beg us to go buy they C.D/ 
“Buy Black Owned!!” 
“Keep the Money in the Hood!” 
That’s all you hear/ 
We tried and it went/ 
Now at the same time I’m behind in my rent/ 
I hate the usage of the word Negroes! 
But when I look at these new condos being built all around Harlem/ 
I realize Negroes got a problem/ The rent not affordable/  
They go do what they wanna do/ just to get Negroes out of Harlem/ 
What happened to all the great MALCOLMS, MARTINS, and MARCUS/ 
Cause all we got now is a bunch of fake FARRAKHANS, SHARPTONS 
and BARRAKAS!/ nah just kidding!Hopefully not my last hope BARAK 
OBAMA! But I wonder when it’s all go stop!/ 
Cause when I look at my peoples now a days/ 
All I see is  
“I see DISASTER!! 
And realize “Yeah we still SLAVES”/ 
But the sad part is 
WE THE MASTER!!     (“let’s stop enslaving our selves”)  
By Lester Marrow


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On Wings of Glory

Long lines of vapour split blue skies asunder
Fly vengeful raptors, one thousand in number
Headlong they go, to brave death or glory
Stratosphere flight, part of war's brutal story

Last year a schoolboy but this year an ace
Did I see the twitch of fear on his face?
Fly like a God, so untouchably high
The monster of war, clawing youth from the sky

A thin shaky finger feels the button of death
A payload of sorrow leaves his care in a breath
A rain of destruction whistling down out of tune
As it plummets to earth snuffing life out too soon

Mortality strikes with a roar just as thunder
A maelstrom of steel slices metal from under
His world now in turmoil, at the end of a gun
Now a casualty, a victim, the fall of a son.


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Hell In The Jungle-Vietnam

a mother laments upon the hill

the hill of dead and dying

she cannot conceive her loss

she cannot stop her crying

a pirilous journey she'll undertake

for her dear one she'll not forsake

with a mere rock she'll end their lives

no concern for their guns and knives

a bloody bundle is all they left her

a casualty of war to them

but to her it was murder

she makes her way into their camp

weak and cold from the damp

she spies a fire burning afar

now her turn to leave a scar

she brings the rock down on his head

and does not stop until he is dead

a shot rings out in the dark

the bullet strikes her down

seeing the bundle in her arms

the soldiers gather round

such a pity

such a shame

the guilt runs deep

but theyre not to blame

from the shadows emerges one lone man

the smoking gun in his hand

God save us from this hell in Vietnam

he wipes a tear from his cheek

and says the future looks so bleak

with this said they all weep and weep and weep


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Try Walking In My Shoes

You'll only collapse and fall and tear your knees open,
Shut your mouth, you cant even imagine what hell I've broken.
Blood leaking from my head everyday only makes me lose my mind,
You wouldn't even survive a minuet in my shoes if you were on my grind.

You say you know everything about me and how to live your own life, 
but face it tho, every night your left alone sitting with a knife.
I defeated that part in life where i have to do something for someone,
walking around with my "Ex Wife" as if it were my gun.

So please stop talking like you know what you got your self into,
cause if i were you i would open my eyes and pray that I'm not true. 
So here it is, if you want to walk a bit in these shoes of mine, go ahead, 
But I can promise you only one thing, in the end you'll end up Dead.


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Passchendale: 3rd Battle of Ypres, 1916

Even the dead reject this blasted earth.

The ground, such as it is,
Is freshly Antidiluvean,
And the corpses swim within its tumbled, heaving masses
Blood and mud the mortar
Holding the chaos together.

The sun is weak,
Ashamed to break the haze
And bring to light the obscenities transpiring here.

The whistles blow
And the troglodytes emerge
From their respective holes,
Staggering towards one another
Through watery craters
Over the mincemeat of comrades
To add themselves to the swimming sacrifice
Constantly on offer 
To the insatiable, sole diety of this place,
The Mud-God, Futility.

     They are men no more,
     Those who struggle 'neath
     The leaden skies
     The wan sun
     Of the sodden moonscape
     That is Passchendale.

     They are only raging beasts
     Trading pain for pain,
     All trace of cause or reason
     Lost in the maelstrom of their collective misery -

And the only escape
Is to slay and to be slain;
To join the bitter shades
Ascending with the fog and smoke
Through the wall of cloud above,
To vanish into the icy deeps
Among the far, impassive stars.


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Bloody Observance

We fight this war as enemies
Yet if we threw away are weapons
We could be the best of friends
We would never know

We fight on impulse
With a fear of slaughter and pain
We came face to face
We did not speak
Only our fears fought  

I now stand above you
Then kneel and close your eyes
I have killed you
I search your pockets and find a photograph
It’s of your mother, wife and children
It’s wet
I look closely and see tears 
Streaming from their eyes
I fall and weep in victory

We were only boys 
Who wanted to laugh and play
And stay alive
Only boys


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Cassandra

Revelation Said In Stone Appeared an Eon ago of Shame and Sin, Something we all know But not it's rise, For is has already became Virtue Flaming Skies from an Angel So Bright The World's Cure for Soul-Blight A Hell on Earth A Savior's Worth So many Dreams are cast then Forgotten So many lives are brought up then just Thrown back down Maybe she is The Cure Maybe she is The Plan All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim Release me and Burn away this land Hold me by The Hand Tell me the past is just pretend Give me The Cure If this is your destiny Then May it be mine I would die in time I'm Just another Obstacle In the way of your divine Wings Forget me Cassandra For Doom was already meant for me All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim Valkyrie of Heart Angel of Grace I surrender to You Savior by Destiny Dispel all Tragedy Especially me All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim


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50 Years-Korean War

Published by Poetry Explosion of PA
In Loving Memory of my Dad, Peter J. Mariotti
He left this world on May 9, 2011.  I miss him so.



50 Years-Korean War



		Dad, you were one of the foot soldiers,
		When the Korean War began,
		You were among the many to fight
		In this foreign land,

		You went bravely into battle,
		Because our country told you to go,
		You didn’t ask any questions
		You just went to fight the foe,

		North Korea was Communist,
		South Korea was not,
		The country had been split
		After World War II,
		Now American boys were fighting
		On Korean soil,
		The South Koreans needed help from
		The Red, White and Blue

		Dad, you were a hero,
		You served our country well,
		Now after 50 years
		You finally were able to tell,
		The story of your war
		And the misery you saw,
		The Korean War had been forgotten
		But now at long last,
		It will be remembered,
		As an important part of our past.

		Love always

		Celine Rose Mariotti


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Journey to War

You are ready to embark on a journey.
A voyage destanation unknown!
Your mind is in a frenzy.  
But your worried about the things at home.
Your captain is calling.
The torment your hauling is more than a man
should carry alone.

Your journey is far and frightning.
you dare not close your eyes.
No fret my dear I'll still be here
When you dock your ship back home.

Keep your head low and watch you step.
My praires are with you and never regret.
You made a choice you felt was right.
Your family will pray. Your family will write.
We  will be there with you both day and nigtht.
In your heart is where I will be. 
To guide you through this war.
Your children and me.

I love my soldier!


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For the Fallen Hero

Holes are dug
The tents raised
Men and women salute
As they carry your body away

The flag draped over so graceful
Exhibiting patriotism of the brave
Honoring the risk you willingly took 
As we march in silence toward your grave

My fellow comrade, my partner
Forever my best friend
Life for us was just beginning
When it turned for a swiftning end

I felt my stomach tightly churn
When I saw your name on the list
Sinking back into the moment
We shared our final goodbye kiss

Now as they lower you down gently
My heart follows right behind
Though you can't be with me now in body
Our souls will always be intertwined
 
I'll be brave for our little princess
But I can't promise I won't weep
Watching her lay here with your picture
Cuddling it softly sound asleep

I tell her numerous stories about you
And she tries to memorize them all
But as the years go by it gets harder
When your face isn't as clear to recall
 
She knows her father is a hero
And not afraid to announce to the world
Oh my dear, how I see so much of you
In the liveliness of our precious girl

I know our parting won't last forever
When we're together as a family in Heaven
That picture is what keeps me going each day
Holding to the thought I'll embrace you again 

We will live to make you proud, my love
Though somedays are harder then most
Perhaps fallen but never forgotten
To your life we raise this toast


Details | Light Poetry | |

An Uncaring World

We Live in  world that lacks genuine love and affection towards
their fellowman.
Why are so many uncaring towards one another.
People today don't care what they do or say and who they say it 
to, understandably the world has and is still undergoing changes
there is a whole lot more pressure on people these days
especially the younger generation which causes anger,
depression and frustration.

Then there is now the extra worries of the global ressession
which causes misery and grief but where is the 
sense of relief people are in much despair over 
the financial state as they fear their jobs
are at stake.

The world seems to be in a real angry state, due to
all the atrocities and anomisty there is 
which makes people uncaring and  can cause others to
feel intimidated to even walk the streets and not
looking at people that they meet as there is no
trust anymore in the world.

How did we get to this where nothing seems right,
where angry people argue and fight,
only evil is in sight.
Happiness is just a dream, not a reality or so it may
seem.

What went wrong in the world that caused so much
grief and anguish when did it begin, it started in
1914 when the world saw the first world war,
the reason for the troubles since then was the
devil Satan was thrown out of heaven  to the
earth and  soon he is to be destroyed so while he
has the time left he is causing so much upheaval
as he is full of anger knowing he will soon be gone, as
God Jehovah will rid the earth of Satan and his demons
and he will restore the earth to A Paradise in
peace and security instead of all the unrest and
anomosity.  People will be happy for all 
eternity.



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Beautiful------- BLOOD-------- Stain:::::::::::::::::::::::::

Living amongst Hell's battles with little to gain aftermath brings stinging rain as beauty dwells in the blood of the stain


Details | Lyric | |

fracking oil

should I believe you man in the suit?
oh your hair looks mighty fine 
combed back, your polished slacks 
a slight tan 
you are irresistible in your presence 
demanding attention. 
you have a face that looks right 
nothing you say would be out of sight 
nothing you do would steer me wrong 
oh man in the suit, 
you are my god. 
you have the power to make us thrive 
dig a hole 
to the other side 
not to china, but to the fuel
oh man in the suit 
I cannot trust you 
you dug too deep 
into a pocket of the earth 
looking for more resource 
to fill your own pockets 
but I don't want pockets 
man in the suit 
all I want 
is for you to tell the truth
your polished smile did us wrong 
lies lay upon your clever tongue  
and you continue to rule the earth 
digging your holes 
you find more girth 
to your hungry pockets 
which you try so hard to fill
when will you learn 
that filling pockets kills...


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Haiku For The Children




old river flows hushed
blood and tears, silent weeping  
children are slaughtered


Haiku December 29, 2012

Brenda Atry


Details | Didactic | |

TO OUR POLITICIANS

                                             

We are not different from toilet tissue
Used in cleaning shit-smeared buttocks-
Those of you unabashed politicians
Who proliferate our ears
With gargantuan lies
Croak with breathe-taking professionalism
And awe-inspiring stratagem. 

You these jigsaw creatures that deceive our mothers
With soap and blood maggi
As if our mothers whom we suckled are sheer beggars.

Your voice rise again
In their well crafted holy sermon-
“Vote for me and have tarred roads!”
Begging us to once again
Place you in comfort and wealth
While we are used yet again 
To clean rot-caked buttocks.


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Through A Prison Glass

You came unexpectedly, and i was surprised,
you smiled and placed your hand on the glass and cried.
I leaned my head against the glass and told you i am sorry,
i whisper through the phone line, ill start a new story.

You knew i was innocent but you still didn't believe me,
the only person i thought that would stay by my side but you couldn't be. 
Mom standing by your side and not wanting to talk,
i got really upset that you came at all cause i didn't want to see you walk. 

I needed you, when i was in need,
i was there for you when ever you didn't want to bleed.
I loved you and i cherished you with all my heart,
but before you left your words hit me like a really sharp dart.

You said i failed you,
you cried to me and i knew it was true.
But i needed you to understand me,
but you went your way and upset me.

The glass is now empty and i cant find you even with the fact that I'm out,
i tell you i love you but all you do is shout. 
I've lost you for good this time, 
so i think i have to do one more crime. 


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Thirty Brave Men

The airplane's smoking tires kissed the landing strip at Dover.
The long flight bringing thirty brave men back home was over.
The nation mourns as one at the tragic loss of each precious life,
Who gave their all to rescue brothers caught up in terrible strife.

When the ramp is lowered, the Honor Guard will bear each coffin.
They know the drill well, since they have done this all too often.
Chaplains will intone quiet words of comfort and lead the last parade,
To honor each of them for laurels won for their righteous crusade.

They willingly placed national interests above their very own,
To ensure that our precious freedoms would ne'er be overthrown!
They performed magnificently with love, valor and dedication.
Alas, they won't parade or hear the acclaim of a grateful nation.

They will be borne to their final resting place in hallowed ground,
There, to sleep until the clarion call of Gabriel's bugle call will sound.
On that glorious morn He will present each with a regal crown,
Saying, "My dear son, you served Me and My people with great renown!"

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved


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Armageddon Pt 1

It's bout to get worse
It was written in the verse
The truth hurts
ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

When the time comes
No one's gonna hold up a sign
saying it's time to "get right"
It's gone come like a thief in the night!
Blowin' up and wreckin ish!
The war you want is the war you gone get
It was written before our time
We keep looking at the signs
manifest before our very eyes
constantly denying our right
to be one of the meek ones of our time
ARMAGEDDEON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

We're at the end of what used to be existence
Every super power will answer to a higher power 
so pray repentence
The time is closer than any distance
From Washington to Obama
No one will escape the wrath!
Hope you choose the right path!
Narrow is the gate of the righteous tracks
that are imprented on the mind of the omnipotent one
Will you be spared life on earth with the meek ones
and accurately take in knowledge of his son?
OR will you perish in the dust
never to be awakened again?
No consciousness of sin
ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED!

It's in the verses
Read it, see it, live it, rehearse it
You see the times changing
You see the minds fading
You see the world and how messed up it is
You see that nigga satan and his curses!
I pray to have a chance to live a beautiful paradise on earth like it say in the verses!
ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

YOU HAVE OFFICIALLY BEEN WARNED


Details | Epic | |

AWAKE

They are not here to help us…
They came to us, with the smiles of children
They came to us, with the warmth of mothers
They said we were one;
They claimed we had a common purpose 
We received them as friends
We received them with open arms
Into our homes
Into our lives

But disaster struck
A blood shed
Against men, women, children…
It was butchery
Blood flowed as tears
And tears flowed as sweat
Fine maidens made bare
Their breasts dancing and screaming in pain
Their backside heavy with soldiers
The little ones lay slayed on our streets
Their blood served as road markings
And their bodies as speed ramps
The little children that once danced our streets
And smiled at moonlight 
Now gritted their teeth out as a perch for flies
They are not here to help us…
Because when disaster struck,
Into their buses and wings they flew
Out of our soil
And watched us on the “trap screen” 
Kill and slay one another
Till there was nothing to see
But huge fattened flies, 
Dried blood,
Tiny bones of children,
Brave decayed bodies of fathers
And the pool of dead women who had
In their bosoms their lifeless infants

They are not here to help us…
When blood flowed; they left 
And carried all their likes with them
We were left alone 
Standing and awaiting death
There was no entry and no exit
Money was useless!
It was a mere paper used as back wipes
The only bribe for delayed death 
Was bottles of hard liquor and
 A word of prayer, if it was lucky enough 
To reach the ears of the maker faster than others
Yet they watched on; those we once accepted into our culture
Those we called brothers from different mothers!
Those we sang for, danced with and cheered on
They watched us in red pain
And put us on the center of the globe
As an entertaining sight

No one is here to help brothers!
We are all alone!!!
No one is here to help brothers!
Our graves are too full!!!
No one is here to help brothers!
Our generation is almost wiped out!!!
No one is here to help brothers!
We must help ourselves!!!
This madness must end now!!!







Details | Dodoitsu | |

FRUITS OF WAR - PORTMANTEAUS

FRUIT OF WAR - PORTMANTEAUS

Brusted gree skirt the terrain --
its fortress now smog of pains.
Sprolled brave emoticons flurst
floppled by remorse.

Alive, lovely floriage.
no mercy, at once loafted!
Finentual world ethics 
forgotten clang cries.

Blind men sinduced to power:
justice then a fadograph.
Bescraped kindness ,dusten traits,
birthing woes and death.

Precious breathing counts one, two. 
In and out wheezing some help
Oozing damage marks hatred
Peace start when war ends.

(c) Olive ELoisa
10:41pm
August 20, 2014

from the list: smog, emoticon

from research:
brusted - Brown Broken and Rusted
gree - any number of green trees
sprolled - sped and rolled
flurst - flew and burst
floppled - fell, flopped and toppled
floriage - flowers and foliage
loafted - floated and drifted
finentual - final and eventual
sinduce - sin and seduce
fadograph - fade photograph
bescrape - escaped and broke
dusten -dusty and beaten


Details | Free verse | |

Light To Dark

You think you’ve gone just far enough,

I could smile knowing you’ve gone far enough that you can’t go back again

You think you were careful but,

I’ve caught a glimpse of your true, wretched form

You think you can find a way into my good graces

I’ve seen what you are, monsters with a friendly costume

You can’t deceive me anymore and, I don’t consort with serpents

You think I’m a game to be played but, trust me, you could never win

Don’t underestimate me

You think I’m a joke but, trust me you won’t be laughing

You think I’m just talking myself up but, trust me, you’re the ones going down

My eyes took too long to adjust

Better late than never

It may take a monster to know one but, I promise my teeth are sharper than yours

My first reaction to the hideous revelation that was your form was to weep

Fall to my knees, maybe even wretch my heart from my chest and onto the carpet

Then I thought about the mess it would make

I decided the only blood that will spill, will be your own

I was not weak, but I had a weakness

A heart of soft gold stitched to my sleeve with care

No longer

Now my heart is a stone so heavy

I could kill at least two birds at once 

Being the nice guy is a thing of the past 

Thanks for freeing me of that softness

You thought I was all sunshine and delicate things

When really I had just been swallowing razor blades

Now that sun is setting and I hope you see it was you who were wrong

Can you feel my darkness coming, because it’s eager to hold you

If you thought I was the one who would just stand still or turn to run

Your gonna be the one with tired feet

I’m not sad anymore

Just sick with the plague of your lies

Contagious, and I’m looking for someone to kiss

Even angels can make themselves wicked

When we do, we take no prisoners

Still think I’m a game

This one is just beginning


Details | Ballad | |

A child weeps for his Father

Oh Father,
Why have you forsaken me?
Why have you died without taking me?

Hereby I kneel,
Bitterly weeping with painful lament.
Your blood is pouring as a waterfall
All over the spleen of my hands,
And you've left me with just a gun by my side. 

Oh I am alleged with despair,
In this winter cold,
This war that never ceases to dotage,
Neither will give up its greed for more.
I would rather wait until the guards come
Who are guarding the bodies of the fallen
To shoot me in the head forevermore,
Rather than run for my life
Because I am not afraid,
To die in this God-forsaken world.

The gun that awaits by your side,
I eagerly feel to point it at the enemy,
All sorts of thoughts,
Agitating through my mind.

What shall it be? 
Should I avenge my father's death,
Or should I run for the sake of my life?
I'm to young to die,
But that doesn't stop me.
For I loved my Father,
And now I'm left with no one by my side. 

The guards enter,
I grab the gun with agitation,
With drops of sorrow coming forth from my eyes,
Dropping on the gun as the rain falls upon the sun,
My semblance covered with sorrow and wrath.

I shot at the enemy,
But I was shot first,
And as Christ was nailed,
I fall.

And hereby I lie down,
looking up the sky forsaken and forlorn,
blood pouring forth from my chest,
until my blood touches the dust of the earth,
I drop one more tear,
before I die,
And hereby I can finally rest,
with you, Father by my side.


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

War

War today is all around
The four winds carry its awful sound
And people fight people so more men die
My only question is just why?

They have a war on terror and a war on drugs
A war on peace and even on love
And mans obsession with killing his fellow man
Is out of control all over this land

As we point our guns at our neighbour's land
Are we really so different or just like lines in the sand
Lines that shift and disappear over time
were not lines were people thats why i write this rhyme


Details | Free verse | |

Loss of innocence

Houses lost, friends go away…
Then others I’ve never known…
Some areas worse, some less…
But all have seen the scar…

Empty homes with vacant eyes…
The bank will own the loan…
Won’t let lose their precious prize…
Until they’ve made a score…

A few will pass thru many hands…
Most will wait with time…
In the end we all lose…
With tears in our eyes…

The only winner any where…
Is the bank that still holds on…
There was really no doubt on this…
As the monster gobbles more…

As still so much is lost by all...


Details | Rhyme | |

Genocide

Onto others, is hate, being given,
for no reason, with nothing, that they, have done.
Just because, they are, easily there, 
for blame, to be placed, on each, and everyone.

Then lives, soon after, are never spared,
from hearts, so cold; of love, they then deny.
Becoming unable, to see, the hearts, of all people,
as they, are ready, to cause, a people, to die.

Million bodies of death, lay upon, the ground,
while the rest, of them, go run and hide.
The world should defend, and try to then mend,
and not pretend, people yet, have not died.


Details | Ballade | |

Vets story

Vietnam Vets Story

Have you heard the story
Of those bold courageous men
Who served their country tall and proud
As they fought in Vietnam.
They done their country proud and all
And showed how soldiers fought
But now their lives aren’t worth a damns 
Their nerves all tense and taut.

They sprayed their poisons on trees
Endangered all these men
And fed them drugs not tested yet
They didn’t care back then!
They wanted just to win a war
A war pointless and mad
And many now do suffer so
Their lives all sour and sad.

And now these men just live their lives
All down with no self value
{Their bodies torn their minds all twisted
Marriages broken too!}
They have to fight with all their might
To get fair compensation!!!!
What price to risk one’s soul and life
In defence of one‘s good nation.


Details | Free verse | |

I Have The Evil of You

I have the evil of you
Caught in my hands, entangled
Like the arabesques of Eden's vines
Just like paradise, but why should shame remain
Singeing like immolation of Peter's Inferno
These reddish-purple chains convolute myself
as the grapples shoot out from the clouds
both below, above me
The self-lovelust propelling 
You did this - these plagues
You drag me down - to your cage
Cadaver Vampire - I am your slave



Details | Rhyme | |

The General's Speech

A young man watched open-mouthed, As he listened to the general's speech. Who spoke of pinnacles of bravery, That only a fearless man could reach. The young man was given a uniform, And a rifle placed into his hand. He proudly stood on the ship's deck, As it sailed to a foreign land. Lying in a trench covered in mud, He waited anxiously for the call. Thinking about going over the top, Where he would see the enemy fall. At last the captain gave the order, ‘Righto chaps do your best.’ The young man ran but 20 yards, Heedless of shells hitting his chest. His memories spilled onto the ground, Where his comrades were not far behind. They trampled his short life underfoot, Lost in the earth never to be found. The young man was laid beneath the grass, Where he used to run and play. On his old school's roll of honour board, Was added another young man’s name. A young man watched open-mouthed, As he listened to the general's speech.


Details | Ballad | |

Veterans day, My Dad served

Note not sent To My Dad on Veteran’s Day:
A letter you wrote , I found
in Old Uncle Laurie’s house.
You were young, Seventeen
You wrote of things to come

War
And fear
And your new car.
Nam ate your soul
Mangled
You
Stupid war, Johnson’s shout at glory.
Our beautiful hero died too young
The damn war never would’ve come
If  Their  machine hadn’t killed him.
You
heeded
Johnson’s summon
Answered their call
Over the
Sea

Voodoos and Jesus nuts
Medic up, man down
Punjis and pissed pants
Wet and rotting stench
You came home.  But did you come back?


 


Details | Bio | |

The Man Behind the Mirror

Behind the mirror, the man is seen Where on our streets surrounded, Friends Thousands met cold, untimely death With screamed echoes of souls unrest Bullets flied, guns blasted ceaselessly Children dead in their mothers’ arms Father, for his lost son searched Found him only, with parts cut in shreds. Behind the mirror, was the man there? Our Young children, to soldiers turned Educated only in field of war Guns carried, bigger than they can bear Faught battles, of no cause but fear To read or write, they dared not do But to shoot or kill, well informed they were. The man behind the mirror, how did he rest? Our babies, dead while he sound slept In his glorious, paradise mirror he kept Still offered nothing, but violence more Promised, inflicted upon innocents, murder If anyone dared open their mouths to speak Or, if orders came of his seat to render. Behind that mirror, my freedom he took Our homes Burned; our stores looted Citizens, chased out of a land to love Forced into exile for years so many Adapted to a culture so not ours From scratch, we started to build Until bit by bit, we rose so high above Like an eagle, up up and away. The man behind the mirror, for him I always blame The color so dark, on our backs stained Bruises so deep, forever left to heal Visions of his bloody watch, repeatedly, us plagued Flashbacks of dear ones loved, Snatched, And palmed away by cruel, hateful death With tumbled bodies over bodies All soiled up into one tiny hole. Behind that mirror, the man will always be With blissful look in his red, budging eyes Wishing evil gleefully, with a dark smile His laughter,joy, through my anguish I see My heart beats fast, like a thunder sound And the more my hate for him increase Oh how I wish, that mirror came crashing down Then, a taste of his own medicine, he shall get


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MIA

M. I. A. ( Missing In Action )

The date was nineteen and sixty nine,
A soldier wrote a girl named Caroline,
The VC were starting to close in,
He wasn't sure when he could write again.

But there was something he had to say.
Three words he should have said before this day.
He poured out his heart on every line,
Then finished with "I love you Caroline".

The letter arrived one winter's day,
Weeks after she heard he was MIA.
And her tears stained the page as she read,
For in her heart she knew that he was dead.

He had disappeared without a trace;
Lost somewhere in that God forsaken place.
The Army said he might not be found,
So an empty box was placed in the ground.

Then she tried to move on with her life,
And she became a mother and a wife.
But each year she visited his tomb,
Around the time the flowers were in bloom.

This went on for nearly thirty years;
Yet no amount of time could dry her tears.
She would pray beside his empty grave:
"How could this be the fate of one so brave?"

Then one day, in nineteen ninety nine,
A phone call sent a shiver down her spine.
While breaking ground just south of Hung Yen,
Some workers found the bones of seven men.

One of those men was her soldier boy,
And after he was shipped back from Hanoi,
They honored each MIA who served,
Then buried him the way that he deserved.

If you call America your home,
From Tampa to Oahu and to Nome. 
Don't forget the men still MIA.
And pray to God that they come home one day.


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Let Me Go

Let Me Go!
I don't want this anymore!
I can't go to sleep at night,
all I seem to do is write.

Sometimes I read...
I read until I finish.
When I finally go to sleep,
I hear the sound of the alarm "BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!"

Oh gosh,
I can't handle this anymore.
I am going crazy here
and no one seems to notice it, my dear.

I cry myself to sleep.
telling myself everything will get better.
BUT IT DOESN'T!
And I know I mustn't

but I want that knife
just as much as I want that gun
I hate this world
and everything about this girl

She sings and tries to get attention
yet no one gives her the time of day.
She falls into the books she reads
no one knowing, it is escaping, she pleads.

This girl is me,
oh but you knew, right?
Since all I ever talk about is me!
Gosh, can't you see?

I'm my enemy!
I'm my own nightmare!
No one is hurting me!
It is me who shouldn't be let free!

Lock me up! 
Kill me!
That way I won't harm myself...
I'd like it if it was someone else

Please, do me the favor
and let me go
for no one can save this girl
from this cruel world.


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Letter To A Friend

Dear friend
Where do I begin? 
I got so much on my mind
Sometimes I wonder where we stand
But my emotions is bout to explode
Like a volcano when its eruption
And your name came in mind
When it came to reach out for a hand
I’m overseas fighting
With mortars flying over my head
Bullets traveling toward my frame
Fighting for something I don’t understand
I’m crying cause I need help
And here I don’t have a friend
Today I am alive
But tomorrow I might be dead
And man with this
Always on my mind
Got me scared for the fact
I don’t know if I’m running out of time
Usually I call you
But I have to write this on a line
Cause my voice is so shaky
I can’t say a word but jus cry
To me you’re like a brother
You are always by my side
That’s why I’m writing you
Even though I feel shy
You always seen me tough
But never seen my sad side
I hate that I feel like this
Even though I don’t know why
And I think you are the only person
That can really calm me down
Even though in my eyes
I see death all around
Blood on the sand
Body parts on the ground 
Sometimes I think to myself
How do I stay alive living with a frown? 
But knowing you’re here for me
Is enough to hold me down
Jus writing this to you
Is making me feel better right now
One day we’ll sit down and talk
And on my face you’ll put a smile
But I hope that day comes
Before I’m the next dead person found


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Girls-bees

Girls-bees
dancing "hora"
in honey heavens`dream ,
while many soldiers try to win, 
the rain. 


 


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Ousted by None but the Night

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Ousted by None but the Night   
Arabic Poem by: Adnan Abu Andalus*
Translated by:
Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_n_silk)
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The dusty street is bare 
Darkness there and the horizon  
As if, the night was sprinkling fear
Nothing there
But a policeman followed like a ghost
A street cat  
A wailing ambulance 
All where time is open for running
 Endlessly

Who would stroll in the range of bullets?
To come back in the morrow like a spinning top
Without a head?
 
 Who would walk alone?
 And fly off with the meekness of the past
 In Baghdad’s night?

Who would believe that AlZawraa held her lungs 
And ousted the breath of her patrons?
And that “Abu Nawas” replaced  
His last glass of wine
With a cup of black coffee?

Shahriar uttered it 
To protest shampoo ads!
Scheherazade wore the veil 
Bad boys of the night 
Shunned flirting with girls
In the Girls Street.
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Translated December, 2012
 By: Em. Prof. Inam Al-Hashimi
USA
* Adnan Abu Andalus is a poet from Iraq
from his poetry collection  “The Smell of Doomsday”

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 1 Knowing some of the history of ancient Baghdad may be helpful in facilitating better understanding of the poem. Baghdad was famous as the center place of the “Arabian nights” or the "Thousand and One Nights Tales" where Scheherazade, night after night, told the king Shahryar a different tale of romance and adventure to keep him from killing her in the morning.. Ancient Baghdad, nicknamed "AlZawra’a", was known for receiving, with open arms. night-patrons in joy and without fear. The poem refers to the glamorous past of Baghdad in comparison with the grim and gloomy nights of modern Baghdad after the war. In doing so, the poem mentions some symbols of the past and historical figures from old Baghdad and the Golden Age of the caliph Haroun al-Rashid (died 809 AD), and presents them in images contrary to their characters. Such figures include the licentious poet “Abu Nuwas" who wouldn’t recite poetry without being drunk. And the afore mentioned Scheherazade and Shahryar.
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Hidden Tears

Hidden Tears...

I gave you my life
Set aside my pride
Gave you all I had
Crying tears inside
Knowing the wrong doing

Never knew,(were)
Never knew, (how)
All I could say,
Is why

I respected you
I admired you
I loved you

Why all the lies
Why did you break the glass
Spill water all over
Start bomb fires
Causing my tears

I was number one
As you say
You lost me
Tor me apart
Took my blood
Needle and thread melted
Can't put me in one

For tigers and bears
I have no fear
I cooked you a meal
Told you to stay still

Relax and enjoy your day
Even let you go your way
I showed my life
Wanting a kiss
Wanting a touch
Wanting love
I wanted it from you

You took it, somewhere else
Kissing her
Touching her
Made love to her

Then gave me her touch
Played your games
In so many years
Yet I forgave
Not once
Twice

I let you stay
I respected you
Loved you
Only you

My body yours
My mind yours
My love yours

You took your advantage and threw 
it away
Causing doctor and nurses to heal 
my bruises
For your lies and mistakes

Now listen to this
Stay far, far away
I don't want you to stay
Don't tell me sorry
Leave songs on my phone
Send flowers to my home
Understand your pride
But, don't come my way
I'm not here to stay
You wasted enough of my time

Good-bye

D.L.V


Details | Senryu | |

Sacrificed Blood

Drifting down slowly
Painful, sad but tender warm
The sacrificed blood. 


Details | I do not know? | |

I Walk Alone

I walk alone along the street
Faces blur, I just see feet
As I push my way out through the crowd
I’m not here, I’m falling down 
Breathing out, breathing in
Dark and black through my head spin.

I walk alone full of despair
Some people turn, some people stare
No-one can help me, some have tried
To ease the pain the tears inside
The tightness grips my heart, the pain
Will never leave, my life’s in vain.

I walk alone my love has died
A cruel and twisted turn in life
My lips are numb, my feet are lead
Please someone help me clear my head
Despair and rage I stumble down
Some helps me off the on the ground.

I walk alone this busy street
Some heads turn, some others greet
My mouth is dry I cannot speak
The dreadful words I must repeat
He’s dead, he’s died my child has gone
War has taken my brave son.

I walk alone, freedom is won
In this land where I belong
But others do not have the choice
Freewill to act or sound their voice
We tried to help, protect, survive
But is their hope worth all our lives?


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The Buchenwald cat

a couple is walking ‘hand in hand'
on historical grounds

they're not talking
in disbelief of what invisible
yet so present 

overwhelmed by the deadly silence
of the spirit
of hundreds of thousands
passing by also
so long ago in an eternal way

moved
by  exhibited  drawings 
miniatures of art
by witnesses back then

only the sound of countless stones
under their feet cracking
each representing
the forceful presence
of whom once were here

even the birds left the area 
only a black-and-white cat
living another one
of his  endless lives
coincidentally or not on this spot
sneaks 
also in silence
with his body 
crawling us
telling us
so much more

11/4/2012


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Put Down NUKES, Put Up Yir' Dukes- - - - - - - --------

HUMAN BEINGS MAN...don't tell me it was necessary!
Couple hundred thousand people obliterated in a few seconds is beyond the realms of scary.

Truman you musta' been sniffin' glue man...you know you didn't need to do it. 
I can hear ya' today giving the A-ok to the Enola Gay, "Kill 'em all...men screw it!"

And not only did you pull it once, but you saw the need to do it twice. 
It wasn't like the "Little Boy" you deployed landed in a field of rice

No sir, ya' went and sent the "Fat Man" to devastate the city of Nagasaki even faster!
Just three days after the blaze reeking disaster plaster casting Hiroshima in disaster!

Now before ya' good old boys start raisin' yir' voice about December Seven!
Ramblin' off at the mouth racist claims and who is or isn't gonna be in heaven.

Half a century to think about whether or not two wrongs makes a right.
and ya' still can't see the sin in bringin' NUKES instead puttin' two dukes up in the fight?

Are you kidding me? Someone please tell me the rationale in evaporating innocent women and babies.
when the question arises of taking harmless family's lives....the answer is NO...no IFS, ANDS, or MAYBES!


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Forbearance

They say “God has forsaken us just look around”
Wars and storms are destroying our hometowns,
They say “if there is a God why are so many in need?”
People are steeling and lying with hearts overwhelmed with greed
They say “It’s all Gods fault”… man takes no blame,
We curse God, push him out of our lives, and then accuse him when we are put to shame,
Oh blinded world filled with an abundance of vanity
You speak evil of him with mouths filled with profanity
Disobeying all he has commanded us to do
His rules were made to keep us safe, to avoid the chaos in which we now suffer through
They say “God is far and he doesn’t care”
When it is our hearts that have turned from him, grown cold, brittle and bare
All we have to do is repent and change our wicked ways
Then in the blink of an eye he will restore us to our golden days
But human pride thinks it can beat him and reason thinks it will win
Read the bible, rebelliousness is how destruction all begins
Society gets darker and more corrupt each and every year
Many are growing hopeless and becoming overwhelmed by fear
God never left us… we as a country left him
God cannot bless a nation who is worshiping sin
In his infinite mercy he has allowed judgment to shake up his lost sheep
Those raindrops you see are his tears…yes our God does weep
Wake up great nation remember why we have been incredibly blessed
It’s not because we’re so brilliant it’s because our forefathers made vows to God that we would give him our best
Generations are born and then they die
It is our obligation to leave a legacy about our creator who is more than just a mystery hidden in the sky
His eyes watch over every human, animal, insect and tree
His love holds this entire world unconditionally
So take some time to consider how fragile are lives really are
Man can’t stop natural disasters or shootings by a mad man in a car
Live each day in love, forgiveness and submission
Put away idolatry, lust and religious tradition
Make a decision to have a “personal” relationship with God alone
And watch how life will change for you whether you’re young or already grown.

By: Sabina Nicole
Written: 11/6/12


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tHE gRAVE yARD Of LoVe






                                



                                         Long love day's has past.
                                 My mind felt with howling storms,
                                 grasping to hold on to vanishing love.
                                 Rape and abandon my weary soul
                                 transpires, poring with instant fires.
                                 Oh this dark secret love does thy life
                                 destroy.
                                 Like amorous birds of pray,
                                 Once ways, and known devoured
                                 Your beauty no more to befound
                                 nor shall the sound of your voice.
                                 Love to dust, love to ashes.
                                 Our love has now gone to a private place.
                                        The grave yard of love.


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May I Sing

In fact I 'said' just to conclude, 
just for a moment to, 'deem the light switch, 
just as flunet as in to 'day and night.

(US)  Daring to take the passion, 
passive as in the night, to kiss on the hand of a palm, 
i played to the fool and rewind asking is that just the spot.

Forward to good sight, blink, 
and forwarding the night, 
and appealing to end it all, 
every gentle scent, 
of scent of good night, 
but wait there is more...

Fear so deep feeling that of distance,
I was in sin! ! ! 
Emotion bearing so close for a solution, 
But wait you are no were near just to say.....

ponding and left loose, 
of a king what should i do but look for clues....

(Her) manifesting tears up a mess up feeling of you, 
that twirl like that dear blue fist of fool of this dudy, 
and ask where was you, 
you of all people should of had knew, 
what was so close to of brand new, 
if you only knew! ! ! 

plaguement of spades emblament me like shades, 
but yet placing me a shame.
as a king the distances of a morning of a evening 
we share such a place.....

(Me)  Signs by paint curve into place, 
envy of a saint but that due tell my place,
of silent end note, pleasure of shoulder, 
wait put it is snowing and like a palm of sand i never put of footing, 
and i could say just "wait"....

Duration of mind mint filling of scented that never could "wait", 
but such blessing kisses is are to awake,
are out of reach.
but what could be more realler of a slow post rain dropp of you 
and sitting next, next of thinking of you! ! ! 

(US)  
Saying, Knowing, What should been of us. 
Thinking now I just want sing. just to sing! ! ! 
AND OF WHAT MEALODYS, 
ASKING MY Self,
MAY I SING! ! ! !


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Look Around You

Look around you
The world is already at an end
When the Mayans said that the world was going to end
They didn't mean a world destroyed by flare, quake, or salvation
But rather a world full of broken relation
That possibly, it wasn't a literal interpretation
But a figurative analysis of this falling nation
Are we not all the same people, the same human
But we'd rather live a life divided
A life divided by the color of our skin  
What is war but greed to keep the amount of money left for our kin
Life is no longer cherished
The earth used for our own experiments until its resources perished
Genocide, assassinations, and murder supported for a "better cause"
Who are we to judge the abominations of others when there is flaw in our own laws
We continue to redefine what is socially accepted
Making a gateway for divorce, abortion, and legal prostitution
Rather than fixing what has been so psychologically rooted into the minds of this generation
We look to cover up past mistakes with a newly corrupted translation  
Girls look for sex because of a lack of love from their fathers
Society tells boys to make use of this advantage 
Treat girls as objects rather than human beings with emotions
And we later ask ourselves
How did these boys and girls ever become such bad parents
Our government shouts democracy
But isn't that really just a cover up to keep us appeased
It's most convenient when the majority stays quiet 
Because only those in power can say that this earth's a heaven
To the majority, this earth is already a hell
The human race is so arrogant
Believing that they are the most superior in this world
That they can live without the mercy of God who should be in control
Look around you
The world is already at an end


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War

Dreams don’t make it here
They are choked by smoke from fires fueled by bodies too bruised to recognize
Here hope is like a forgotten thought that has left traces of its existence in your 
mind
You know you can do it but you just can’t remember how
The children’s playgrounds are now just a memory of a peace and calm that 
used to be
I have forgotten the sound of children playing and laughing 
I know they can try but I think even they have forgotten what joy sounds like
My reason to smile today is that 19 children died last night, yesterday it was 43
The rubble that carpets the streets gives testimony to the broken dreams of 
revolutionaries; the pillars and beams of a nation
“The walls of the great cities have fallen and its homes caved in.”
The constant anguish has left my face mournful but
I trust the flicker of hope is still visible in my old eyes
They have seen far beyond more than I can swallow
I have no more tears to shed, that well is dried up and hollow now
This pain is like a splinter under the nail of my heart
And with every gunshot it is pushed deeper and deeper and deeper but still
I have no more tears to shed, that well is dried up and hollow now
I am afraid of how much we claim to see and the paradox of how blind we act
I am in awe of my spirits resilience and endurance;
Truly suggestions of something divine


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Broken Heart Warfare

So full of hurt
Heart Stomped in the dirt
But I'll get up
I'll brush off my skirt

Paste a smile on my face
Get back in the race

My fake laugh I'll embrace
While so alone in this place
I'll fake my sweet grace
Tie my hair up in lace

Hope no one will care 
To see past my fake stare
Because I can not bare
To explain my despair 

No I don't need your prayer
Nor your disapproving glare

My sadness will wear
Life's just so unfair
Breaking dear hearts
Like illegal warfare

While my insides repair
I'll just brush this long hair
Fake smile blank stare

Should pull me through
This broken heart warfare.

<3 Kaleelynn


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Situations

It's a complicated situation that I'm facing.
Between broken dreams and death planning conversations.
Constantly asking myself why I feel out of Gods hands into the arms of satin.
Praying for life after death but deep down questioning continuation.
I weary from all the back stabbing and sins and it mostly generates from my
family and friends.
Please lord tell me will this pain every end.
Can I ever walk with you and make Amen’s?
Cause only you can ever know where my soul really been.
The devils getting closer and he is coming in the forms of many men.
I hate to say it but I opened up the doors and let them in.
They pass me the weed and beer to through off my concentration.
Go to job interviews the next day say words but don't know the pronunciation.
By DNA have a father but mentally there is no relation.
It's sad to say it's darker by the day.
It took two buildings to fall before the nation united and prayed.
After the fact Mr. Bush send eighteen year old to Iraq to be living in their last days.
These are my situations





Details | Tanka | |

Far Distant Fields

They were the soldiers
who fell on far distant fields
in wars of the past.
Don’t take freedom for granted,
it was won by those long dead.


Details | Free verse | |

Das Ein Mannlein


Das Ein Männlein

The silent echo reflects through the lodge,
Ein Männlein Steht im Wlade ganz Still und Stum…
Repeating itself in the young boys head.
He is not yet a man, but stands proud enough to be,
Coming back here to relieve himself of his past.
Crying out as he reaches the splintering and tilted door.
The memories of the cold, the blistering cold overpower him.
He spends time collecting himself as the moon moves across the sky.

He had been here with his family-
Says the toppled dining room table.
He also wasn’t the only child in the lodge-
Says the curled up paper dolls in the fireplace.
There was music- Ein Männlein Steht im Wlade ganz Still und Stumm…
Echoes the toppled ivory-keyed piano in the corner.
There was a war, as the Russian Graffiti on the wall complains.
The crashed bomber-plane with the seat full of bones assures that fact.

He came back to the rotting lodge in the forest
Back to the overgrown pile of shambles to find something
As he digs he picks objects out of the rubble, a boar’s head, jewelry, dog-tags,
And finally the thing he seemed to have been searching for.
A baby’s bathtub, with a scrolled handle, stares at him through the dust.
What happened to the other child?
She still has all of her baby teeth in her sweet little baby head.
She’s been sitting in that bathtub ever since that horrible night.
When she was boiled to death by hungry war criminals. 


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A Place Above the Crowd

Killed in Action....
   Now his absence will be grieved
   This is how they will perceive him
~

He was the boy, we didn't really notice
He always had a smile
A little shy, smaller than the rest
Although he tried, he was never the best

But he always had a smile

Never the best at hitting the ball
or winning a race, or having a face
that the rest of the gang would notice at all

But he always had a smile

He was the guy, that people forgot
It's not that they meant to do any harm 
It is just that they thought he lacked the charm

Rejected by some, neglected by most
Too quiet they said....to stand above the crowd

Even though he always had a smile

Yet...now that heads are bowed....they notice him

Only the war had use for him...long enough to lose him

Killed in action....

Funny about that.....now that he is gone....they are even writing songs of him

But he was a hero....long before they noticed


...................................................................
For David's Contest: Heros or Heroines 6/7/12


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

THE DEVIL'S THIEF

     THE DEVIL'S THIEF
Arranged in paradise, by suffering's fate,
to have no end, to be alone and wait,
it was her love, acceptance came so fast
she had no time to think it might not last,
as he, the sailor left, she loved too late;

He'd waited on the dock so long he grew
to be inspired by something she won't do,
'twas just a recognizing love is there
the reaching out for what is everywhere,
but love for her was something all so new;

the chart well planned, and ties that bound the ship
were heaved away, and thus began the trip,
upon the sea, past U-Boats ev'ry one,
yet feared he not, his ship was let to run.
their course away from where the moon would dip.

She on the shore, he on the watch at three,
both dreaming dreams not ever let to be
but absence makes the heart more fonder yet,
and out of sight means not they will forget;
the ship sailed on, and peaceful was the sea;

the gale that came and sank him to the reef,
took from the shore the lady in her grief,
and they were thus to marry, in the sea,
united 'neath the waves, eternally,
depriving love from time, the devil's thief.


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

A Christall night Remembered

True Love bless and pray for the first lost sheep  	  									 under the groaning oak not hate curse or beat										Enemies for Gospel sake but chosen                                                            						A cold crystal night the glass was broken                						         		Jesus laid down His life for you regimes    										  Jews recieve the blame stricken to extremes 									 	under boots of pride they are battered 
Night of infamy march the shattered											to final solution a holocaust											          Jesus for all lost paid in full the cost										      so you better not get with their pogrom              									pray for those lost in the cold dusk to dawn                                                                            - By john Beam - Based on The Night of broken Glass, On the night of November 9, 1938, violence against Jews broke out across the Reich. The pogroms became known as Kristallnacht, the "Night of Broken Glass," - and from ROBERT CAWDREY
A TABLE ALPHABETICALL OF HARD USUAL ENGLISH WORDS (1604)-  crystaline, (g) cleere like glasse, or christall.


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Welcome Home, Soldier

The brave young soldier had served his tour in the dreadful battle,
Midst the deafening roar of cannon and the muskets' constant rattle!
He'd spent months in the trenches in the cold, the mud and gore,
And had seen his valiant brothers fall and learned the futility of war.

He'd finished his tour of duty and was heading home to take his rest.
Comrades escorted him to the plane saying, "Buddy, you did your very best!"
Alas, he had fallen and was placed aboard a C-130 known as the "Angel Flight".
In a casket he lay in the dimmed cargo space as they sped on through the night.

He had fought heroically with members of his platoon at his side.
He had taken the solemn oath to serve his country with unabashed pride.
Sadly, he would not hear 'welcome home' by his kin with great elation,
Nor be embraced with longing arms or hear the praise of a grateful nation.

No!  He heard angelic choirs and God's tender welcome to his eternal home,
As he took his final bourne on high through that vast celestial dome.
God said, "Welcome home, Soldier!  May I present you with this crown!
You have served Me and My people with honor and great renown!"

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Trains

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Trains 
Arabic Poem by: Abdulsadah Al-Basri
Translated into English by:
Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
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  In the book of our lives, 
  The trains wrote their eternal epic
  And kept taking our names 
  Embroidering stories and tales around them
  Train for travelers 
  Trains of goods 
  Trains for the wounded 
  Trains for soldiers going to war 
  Trains of death 
  Trains for convicts 
  Trains of prisoners of war
  Trains for water 
  Trains for inspecting stations 
  Trains for lighting
  Trains faster than life 
  Trains ... 
  Trains ... 
  Trains .... 
 And the trains are telling the story of a dream 
  Perhaps in the memory .

  the poem was written in 1999 and published in yr. 2000 in the poet’s second collection titled   ??????  (Topography) .
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 Translated into English by: Em. Prof. Inaam Al-Hashimi
 * Abdulsadah Al-Basri is a poet from Iraq


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A Brave Soldier

In a war torn land

Out in the desert sand

Lies a soldier in wait

Not knowing his fate

He thinks about his home

About this desert land he'd roam

About his life and the freedom he's had

This war and the fighting which makes him sad

It was a job he chose you see

A soldier is what he wanted to be

Until he got to this desert land

Now waiting for the enemy, the other man

Destruction and chaos all around

Gunshot and explosions do resound

He wondered what he got himself in

His nerves seem to be shedding thin

But who would fight if he did not

Who would be posted in this hot spot

His only dream is to survive

Until another brigade arrives

Out  in this barren land

Lying in the desert sand

Whether this war is right or wrong

Lying here, this soldier must stay strong


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Sweet Love O' Mine

I bought a burger yesterday
It was very dry like the seagull bay
I pilled a lot of ketchup on it
and still dry it remained
I was very dissappointed
as i look at the dry damned thing
I ran to the toilet
and let out a HUGE
BLEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHH
As chunks of the dry burger fell out of my pie hole
Landing into the toilet
Making dookie plop noizes
I'm done


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Hero of War

With my men holding our flag high,
we storm a school and hold the children
captive, handling them like enemy soldiers
they are not, as they cry and scream, some
probably living with trauma for the rest of their lives

“I am a hero of war!’’ Is that what my countrymen think of me?

As smoke of explosions and burning cities fills the air,
we indiscriminately shoot on whoever is coming close
to us, in the end realizing that we have shot mostly
innocent civilians who have nothing to do with the war,
after the smoke has partially cleared out in the air

As I cautiously walk ahead to ensure that all the enemy soldiers are dead, my boots feel a bump; a hand of a woman holding a white flag for peace, as white as snow, with her clothes drenched in blood

“I am a hero of war!” Is that what my countrymen think of me?

Before the sun sets, my men and I sit around
a bonfire and plan our next move and next
attack on the enemy, without realizing that
the enemy is war, brought about by hatred
by people who we call leaders

“I am a hero of war!” Is that what my countrymen think
of me?


Name: Teddy Kimathi


Contest Name: The Poet III


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The Drone

 You use it every day.
 It is a basic part of life now.
 Maybe it’s the flicker of the radio
 Or the buzz of a computer.
 It is used every day to make our lives simpler and less stressful. 
 Is it really helping us though?
 It does make our life simpler
 But is this a downward spiral into emotionless and effortless life?
 A life where instead of real soldiers with real emotions
 are sent to fight,
 A drone controlled by someone at a computer is used to kill innocent civilians. 
 The drone is emotionless.
 No compassion for other beings and no feeling of guilt or regret.
 This is the future,
 an emotionless drone controlled by someone at a computer. 


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Sobibor

We ride the cattle rail  Not knowing exactly what lay ahead. For weeks there's 
been no heat,  No bathrooms and we've barely been fed.  We arrive at our 
destined location.  Sobibor...Sobibor...Sobibor,  Is the death camp for Jews.  
Opening widely, the gate to Hell  With train whistle loud and prolonged, News of 
our arrival they tell.  Orders given, the boxcar doors open.  The air so fresh, the 
pines are livid.  Decisions to make.....What to do?  What to do?  Tailors, 
seamstress', blacksmith, carpenters  Are there any?  
Volunteers?...Yes...No ...Good decision, bad decision?  Shouted at, screaming, 
people being beat  Kept others orderly on their march.  Houses with names, 
gardens with flowers, and Signs pointing to canteen and showers.  Sobibor 
seemed peaceful, not a place of murder.  To the Ukraine to work you will go.  
Because of lice, Women need their hair to go.  There are epidemics, You must 
be disinfected.  Naked and unaware of the lies, They each take the walk Through 
the tube-"Road to Heaven".  The screaming strong at first,  Weakens gradually 
until it dies.  Why?...Why?...Why?...You say.  Why don't you fight back?  Pick up 
that gun, shoot that guard!  That would lead to your death plus as Many others 
they could hack.  Why don't you escape?  Where would I go?  Here I have no 
home, no family. ..It is cold.  I have no warm clothes or shoes...I am on the verge 
of starving.  What will I eat?  How do I get through the mine fields?  How do I get 
through the armed Poles in the forest?  We do revolt... the camp as a whole.  
Sasha, the Soviet prisoner of war... A new leader... good for our soul.  He gave us 
some hope.  We were working class people, Everything was taken from us.  We 
were cold.  We were hungry.  We were beaten.  We were killed.  We lost all hope.  
Oppression lets genocide happen.  Genocide has happened in the past. 
Genocide is happening now.  Genocide will happen in the future.  Greed and 
power can and does lead to genocide.  Only policy makers worldwide...God 
willing, Can help stop the killing.





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A Families Goodbye's

When the telegram came I entered another world So many questions with so few answers Why did you have to go on that last tour Thoughts without you, how do I tell our children The morning arrives when our family parts in presence But our love will remain in our hearts and souls We will stand proud amidst the sadness And say our goodbye's at the folding of the flag Heartfelt sympathies grace his memories as we absorb the warmth from family, friends and colleagues The long walk back to the car has me looking over my shoulder, hoping that I'll see you one more time Conversations abound in the periphery, whilst tears interject on this emotional day Through the voices I look one last time, silence I now meet Without you in our lives, we now reside in an empty apartment .


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Moon O'er Normandy Beach

An eerie calm settled o'er Normandy Beach that solemn summer's night.
The debris of battle was strewn 'neath the full moon's silvered light.
The tide cleansed the beach of the blood of men who were in the fore;
Brave men who'd faced the hell of war on that ravaged Norman shore!

Those who gave their all, lay awaiting removal from that embattled strand.
With lifeless eyes and boots pointed t'ward the stars, they slept upon the sand.
Fathers, brothers, sons and husbands slain during the conflict's ebb and flow,
By the inexorable Scythe of Death in the battles of Pointe du Hoc and St. Lo!

What might these heroes have become if fate had not dealt them so?
A teacher, farmer, doctor, a minister?  Alas, we shall never know!
They left farm, shop, school and hearth to cross the billowing sea,
And forfeited life on the Altar of Honor that others might live free!

The moonlight revealed treasured items strewn about on the ravaged beach.
Final letters to loved ones lay fluttering in the breeze, now beyond their reach.
There were wallets with photos of wives and children who are left to grieve.
Only the memory of his close embrace will their empty hearts now ever cleave!

Toothbrushes, razors, bloody shoes and socks were gathered by grieving mates,
As they tenderly cared for fallen brothers who've gained the Pearly Gates. 
The moon glowed brightly that night o'er Normandy Beach as it paused on high,
To caress the cheeks of brave men as it passed on its eternal bourne in the sky!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved


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My Last Plea

Though my eyes are open I cannot see,
I know my name but not who I be.
The sun it shines but I get no light,
Every second of the hour it seems you want to fight.
My love is a river with nowhere to go,
Like a puddle or pond with nowhere to flow.
Trapped and confided I can’t escape these thoughts,
Cursed and ridiculed; is this my fault.
I smile, I love, and I give my all,
But pain and bullsh_t is all I cause,
I’m surrounded...there’s no way out,
By lies and things I know nothing about.
Will you ever stop and present me the chance,
To have your love I worked for
and not be judged by your glance,
Not put down for someone else’s past,
Not acknowledge as the driver of someone else’s crash.
Not as the problem I seem to be,
An unneeded piece to a puzzle complete.
Is there a place that we can one day belong?
A place where this pain and the hurting is gone.
There is; but can we fix it before we get there,
Or do my eyes have to close forever...
before you see how much I care.


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Erkallios

Erkallios
Arabic Poem by: Adnan Abu Andalus*
Translated into English by: 
Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk) 
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No feather on his head
To escape hell
Erkallios
Was not a legendary hero of Rome
Nor a pirate with dreadlocks was he
 He was a soldier without a gun
 Guarding the land between the two grieves
 Conversing with himself
 And falls asleep with a whimper

Every night....
The Corporal gets down on his breath: 
“Get up it's time for your duty..
No matter how late you wake up
You will die!”
The sun generates the moment 
He begins to convey gunpowder
The storm spins 
The plane is hovering
Turns spirally
Explodes
And doomsday befell Erkallios!

The child died
The child, Erkallios, melted
 Between fire and iron
 Screaming as if the moment
 Splintered Mayday
 The sound returned disappointed
 He …died.. with .. his ... with his comrades!
The plane, a cemetery for forty
Is lying on the road
Black ....
Like a corpse of a dead whale
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Translated by Em. Prof. Inaam Al-Hashim
USA
*Adnan Abu Andalus is a poet from Iraq
“Erkallios” from his poetry collection  “The Smell of Doomsday”


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Tears, Blood, War

**Author's note: this poem is in honor of the soldiers 
that died overseas. Enjoy! :D**

Tears; they spill over eyes 
they cloud the vision of the 
cryptic and wise, 
voices cry out through the dense 
air, 
it's easy to tell that death is 
there, 
spring has arrived and the dahlia's 
in the field begin to bloom, 
the sunset lines the bloomed trees
in a line of gold and red, 
darkening the lifeless frames of 
the soldiers that have been 
shot dead,
like tears, blood was spilled
innocent men and women; killed,
sons and husbands and cousins 
whose lives were stolen from them, 
whose souls swim through the air 
filled with blood-lust, 
they died with honor; that's great! 
but war, it means nothing, but what 
it conceals; 
which is blacker and darker than 
it's own bitterness and hate. 

**2nd authors note: i have a cousin that died in Iraq and 
on the news i used to hear about all these people (u.s.a. 
and Europe and the u.k.) who were killed and this poem was born, 
i haven't written down till now. **


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7-7 London terror

7/7 London terror attack 2005

7/7 London terror 

On the local bus and heading west, 
Going into London town. 
There's something happened ahead, 
Coz' the police are all around. 

There are sirens in the distance, 
There is panic in the air. 
I am early for my interview, 
So I do not need to care. 

Then a phone call from my brother, 
And I asked, "what's all the fuss?" 
His words to me were frightening, 
"Get off that bloody bus". 

He spoke then of the carnage, 
Of the scenes of disbelief. 
The blood, the smoke, the murder, 
The unrequited grief. 

I could not travel further, 
As the news it quickly spread. 
Reports of bombs and suicides, 
And of countless people dead. 

I walked into a betting shop, 
Saw the broadcasts of the news. 
Then I saw those scenes of carnage, 
And those sad uncensored views. 

I saw the blood, the tears, 
The shock, the sobbing cries. 
I asked God, "what is happening?", 
As the tears filled up my eyes. 

To the bastards who have killed today, 
It is you we do not fear. 
For every person you have killed, 
There are ten more coming here. 

You can bomb us in the tube trains, 
On the buses, in the street. 
You can hi-jack cars and aeroplanes, 
For its us you won't defeat. 

You can bomb us in our villages, 
You can bomb Old London town. 
You can bomb us in the countryside, 
For you'll never bring us down................ 

In memory of the victims of the London bombing of 2005


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Why Should We Live?

Why should we live if we have 
nothing to live for?
Why should we live if we have
nothing to die for?
Why should we live if 
no one cares?
Why should we live if you're
loved by no one?
Why should we live if no
one likes you?
Why should we live if 
no one loves you?

Each day is just a day
Each day is a day closer to death.
What's the point of living?
Some may say none,
Others may say why.
Why should we live?
Tell me and I will think about your answer.


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Hurricane sandy

I remember the war in Iraq
Seeing bombs falling from the sky
And parents trying to comfort 
The children who were afraid to die

And I also remember some people
Who had happiness on their face?
As they watch on the news
And enjoy the war that was taking place

And then the long lines for gas
In Iraq that we see on Aljazeera
No one cares because they think
That could never happen in America

But who is in the kitchen 
Will be the ones to feel the heat
And some takes life for granted
That there will always be food to eat

Now I look at hurricane sandy
And the destructions that it has cause
And I’m sure many of those affected
Are those who was happy for the wars

Innocent lives are lost in sandy
And I feel the sorrow in my heart
Some lost everything they have
All I lost is gas for my truck to start

Is this god’s way of saying to all?
Super powers nations of the world
Change your evil ways today
Or more natural disasters will unfold

The people in war torn countries
Their lifes seems to have no meaning
They are being killed for just gathering
Or even if they are having a wedding

I wish i can make it stop now
But my voices are just one
And it hurt me to be so helpless
While all these atrocities go on

So sandy brings pain and emptiness
Like no one believe it could do
To people who think they were immune
From feeling pain and suffering to

Until the day Jesus returns to earth
There will be wars and hurricanes
Tsunamis, typhoons, earth wakes
So till then we humans will keep suffering


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How Long

How long, how tough 
This world, just war 
Endless war, endless world
Words and world, all about war.

Oh, what's war in this world?
The world's war, not yet in your world?
Wait till your words reveal the war.

I wonder, will this world end its wonders?
 What an irreversible order
It's not our order!
I wonder, when will the order become a past order?
Others wonder "how will a new order be ordered?"
Yes! How long will this order make orders and not our own orders?! 



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My Big Brother Is Watching You Too

"My Big Brother" up and down the street
  He could be anyone you meet
  Spying on you from the street
  Looking in from every beat
"My Big Brother" isn't that sweet

"My Big Brother" and I don't know why
  Casting in from above the sky
"My Big Brother" the commie spy
  Listening in do or die
  Bringing his book in
  Taught within
My Big Brother, 1-800-LET-US IN
  Caught with paper and a pen 
All because, "My Big Brother" let himself in


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Words from The living Dead

Wait in the car I’ll be right down,
Don’t want to get sick, I’ll be quick, so stick around.
I feel so bad you know I don’t want to do this,
Don’t hug me and don’t give me a kiss,
I deem myself powerless
And your God must lie
Even your tears these days don’t move my eyes,
Wait in the car I’ll be right in,
Just one more fix and then we can begin,
I wish this stuff was better but I swear I don’t want to get high,
I can still feel the pain in my body… but I swear I did it just to get by,
It’s all about me now don’t you know?
Are childhood love I keep injecting away as the years go,
It’s all about the past… forget that it’s a new day,
My life died along the forbidden way,
Wait in the car it might take me some time,
Gota set it up just right, be nice and clean while I lose my mind,
You know I am a good listener tell me how you feel
That’s what all the junkies tell me while we digest our daily meals.

“I am done waiting in the car you might as well have injected me too
I lost my best friend to something brown and blue”

By: Sabina Nicole
Written: Oct 2, 2012


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Detrimental scene

The howling winds, 
The biting frost, 
The happiness here, seems quite lost,
The horrible thugs,
The putrid crime,
It's amazing how we seem too have a good time, 
The natural disasters,
The frightening wars,
How are people contempt when people aren't abiding laws.


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Friends in a cursed war

The Laughter on their faces
and banter by the carts,
is just another way of hiding
the hatred in their hearts.

The ground around here swallows
our footsteps as we tread,
now the water gently wallows
where our friends once lay dead.

One day this place is hell,
on others, simply worse.
I'm one of many stuck here,
one of many with a curse.


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After Dark

After dark I sit.
Quietly waiting for you,
To come back safely.

It has been six months.
I can't get you off my mind.
You are my one love.

You are my soldier.
You fight for me and my country. 
You have a pure soul.

Though you save many,
You also are a killer.
A harsh murderer.

I wish it was easy.
To see it as a duty.
And not as your choice.

Now, it's after dark.
All I can see is that blood.
Spread across the field. 

All those poor souls dead.
They were such innocent ones. 
No reason to die.


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Soldier

In a bright, hot blue bath of air
The waning day's thick mantle spreads.
Palms rear their green, effulgent heads;
Muezzins call the flocks to prayer.

The sun, in this mid-eastern place,
Is round, and dusty gold, and strange.

If I knew methods to exchange
This place for glimpses of your face,
I'd trade exile in dry Afghanistan
For freedom in a tamer land.



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Everythings changing

you once made me happy
now you only make me cry
You usta listen
now you only scream
why are you doing this to me
We once were a dream
now were a nightmare
why cant I wake up
you use to look at me like I mattered
now you just look the other way
you usta make me feel beautiful
now you make me feel undesirable
why do I feel so ugly
you once turned me on 
but nows the attractions fading
I usta love the sex
but now I cant wait for it to be over
what happened to us
I once thought you loved me
but now im not so sure
why did you make me so insecure
I use to feel safe with you
now im scared to death
why did you lie, you said you'd never hurt me
I once thought you were good for me
but now I know thats not true
why did you change,
what happened to make your personality rearrange
when you would hug me I use to melt
but now it just feels hollow
when you would kiss me I use to feel it
But now I dont feel a thing
why is this happening
Everythings changing and were falling out of love
and I feel is pain and regret
do you feel anything
I wish I never got attached
cause then Ide just be numb
and I wish underneith, 
that I didnt still feel that your the one
everythings changing,
and damage has been done


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Reflections

Through the window of life I look
To tomorrow, a different day
Thoughts of my husband my love
Lost to wars theatre decay

When I awake every morning
And look at the faces of our kids
When do I tell them their daddy's gone
And lift our lives from this rid

What do I tell them
Every time they hear the door
When they think its their father 
Who won't be coming home anymore

What do I tell myself
When I retire every night
Touching the side where he once lay
The one who held me tight

What do I tell them
When I'm tear laden day to day
What do you tell twins of one year old
When they don't understand what I say

When do I tell myself
That tomorrows a different day
Reflections are left of what could have been
For war has left its say




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-6.php


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The End contest

Rebellion rises,
Nations shake their fists at God,
Man has turned away.

Wicked plots, destroy
Innocent blood, sacrificed
By earths inferno.

Sinister kingdoms
Produced people made machines,
Mercies cry’s denied.

By: Sabina Nicole
Contest:
Written: 6/11/12


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Trees of a Dreary Autumn

Trees of a Dreary Autumn 
Arabic poem by: Saad Yassin Yousuf*
Translated into English by:
Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
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At a light
Said to be "dawn" We got to the shoulder of the Sea book;
Our wrecked boats were floating 
As wood stained by bloody waves,
Heads of children slaughtered
By the voracity of a false 
Prophet, Eyes yearning farther than the kingdom of light,
Wooden pencils robbed of their sun color,
Withered flowers,
Pictures of palm trees, standing
Drunk on the cliff, waving to other banks,
Butterflies that lost their color of light, 
Remains of time, 
Cut-off- ears and marks of defeat.
A beach shoulder crying over the nests of its seagulls 
Mumbled:" A cheap spring 
Is what the miracle doves 
Have paid their throats a price for its singing!!! “
I loosened the ties for my steps,
But I stood as if pinned to the ground;
I tossed away the moment, in which I bereaved my sea,
And went on flirting with
The fuzz of my dreariness.
The couriers of death, 
Still in haze black jackets, 
Raised a mast stained with clay mixed in
Oil of desires; 
It’s a spring chocked with the blood of flowers, 
Smoke of the lost horizon, 
Pirates and autumn
Branded with palms 
Stained by the blood of a grassy dream
Beneath a cloud of straw
And ashes......
And
Trees
The sap rising in it stopped to green and give colors 
To the branches of dreariness.
Oh! How reckoning troubled us
With all that comes with it;
The jars in its coffers
Are full of
Forgotten pains, 
Fear of the moment, 
Broken wings, 
Songs shattered in the voice 
Of reed pipes trying to play it, 
And days of spring
That turned into
Trees of a dreary autumn.
 ***
 Translation by: 
Em. Prof. Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
 USA
 March 6, 2013
 * Saad Yassin Yousuf is a poet from Iraq
Link t0 the original poem In Arabic : http://www.alnoor.se/article.asp?id=204317


Details | ABC | |

Life

 We are all chess pieces,
in this game we call life,
only trying to move forward,
through all the strife,
jumping on those,
who get in our way,
only pushing forward,
as we play,
be number #1,
we've always been told,
even as our hearts,
grow weary and cold.


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Phantoms Dance

Phantoms dance
in sunlit rooms

And shadows gather
in the corners
of the cavernous mansion
in which I live
and hide

Inside where there’s
no one else but me,

Refracted and reflected,
stretched out in all dimensions

The shadows offer
thunderous whispers

fAnd the phantoms rehearse
their eerie, silent,
hushed and beckoning dance

In the hesitating stillness
of the moment before
I release my captured breath,

The phantoms
and the shadows

Flutter wings of dread,
fear swells up,

Extends beyond my skin,

Dry-icing me, enticing me
to dance the dance
of phantom shadows,

Enthralled, enchanted,

Adrift inside a dream


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A Different Shade Of Black

I could see the pain in her eyes
under a shade of black
I could see the hunger
in a tiny lonely shack.

You could see the burnt trees
in the darkest shade of black
you could see the violent wars
under continuous attack.

They could see every mask
on chosen people doing tasks
they could see the rungs of life
with no control over the knife.

We can see the shades of black
but we turn a blind eye
to see the truth so many lack
we just walk by.


Details | Cinquain | |

Bombs

Bombs
Exploding violenty
On my brothers
Blood shed brings tears
Help!


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The Demise of Pangaea -part 1-

I’m dying…I really am
And those around me see the forces pushing me out
Sticky black outlines me, scratching its way inside
I feel like the divided creatures are availing…
My heart is failing
Is there a worse feeling?
I want to find a healing…but the eyes keep closing
FACEBOOK masks and seething lies bleeding outwards
Murdering personality, some say
Words of poetry undeserving recognition
Minds are crawling away from me as I reach for warmth
Grabbing onto a glob of black
I can’t see their real intentions…he needs an intervention
The priests won’t stop dunking her in the waters of perversion
Spitting open Pangaea, letting them flood its base
Things are going so fast…time is ticking disasters
A quiet sadness in souls I’ll never know
I’ll never come to understand you—I can't look them in the eyes
The tumultuous pupils overflow with the blackness…sticking the eyelids together
And drying…coagulating…
Binding…blinding
Only burning flames can lick it away
But my fingers are smoldering from the metallic roll of the lighter’s starter
The fuel is running too rapidly through my veins
Smoky ambience is weathering the skies
While Pangaea is depleted…broken
The creatures are separated—WE ARE SO MAD AT EACHOTHER
Racial content bleeding from the melting wax of our exteriors
Brotherhood—merely incestuous wasteland of hornless hornets
Empty stomachs moving special organs
Singling the heart out…
Shifting the lungs that give them airways of achievement 
My teeth sinking into my cheek
I can’t move them…I can’t even speak


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Kindness is a Virtue

Who are and who is my friends or acquaintances, confusing everyday
but today I have found my self to walk a path that is not so rough
I became so blinded to have friends that it pains me anyway
They take a simple kindness and think that I am not tough
so by deliberately challenging me to act like nothing happens I grow bold
Wake up you! and all the rest, I have something to say
I don't like this feeling of regret or sorrow so please do not take me cold
as a friend you should know to not take advantage of my kindness in away
A storm is blowing inside my soul burning a hole in it so
lightning is striking in methods unknown for in the distance thunder you hear
Some of the greatest warriors fall with great weapons of bow
antics that slaughters such feebleness as cowardices use an unseen spear
To let one know that your feelings are clear do not hesitate
to do so shows fear and that is one thing that can determine your choice
With kindness in your corner you should easily win and that will be great!
In the end you can hold up a drink with friends and smile and rejoice


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When the lights are gone

It's beautiful, it burns
The most magnificent sight i have seen
It flows, it falls
Thy turn there heads, as my lens focus
The most perfect type of vision
The core of my eye widens,
It speaks, it whispers
The ending to a movie
It rolls, it sinks
It makes my heart pound
It overwhelms me, that there is nothing here but this
That this will soon one day be over,
My blood, it overflows
It twists, it falls,
It rises, it fights,
And in the end,
We are all glimmers of light
All that is here when the day turns to night
At the bottom of the ocean lie untouched skeletons,
A mountain range, with blue skies overhead
With shipwrecked cannons,
Unknown bodies, who fought for this beauty,
Unnamed faces, that will never be traced again,
What makes them different,
Is it what is beautiful, what we can't see
The darkness,
The fear,
The emptiness,
The beauty of nothing,
There is no truth,
The point past certainty,
Where nothing matters,
Because we are all the same,
Now that the lights are gone


Details | Lyric | |

Halloween's Song

Its your Halloween rave, having your mascaraed
With all your best friends from back in the day
Liz Lauren and Blake and while they're dressed like skanks
I'm on the front line of battle
Howlin like jackle with A real nasty cackle
puttin a razor blade in the sack of Blake's apples
crack in Lauren's snapple
Staddle Liz like mclovin
But I am more like faghole As I babble at her ass
Axe her fast and mash her up like cattle
Sneak back and tackle your dad and put him in shackles
Shove sour patch kids Down your trap and gaggle
Its abominable, so unbelievable
But its inevitable, the end is kissable
I have rattled these kids psyches 
squirming like a centipede, cutting them like celery 
hear their squeamish screams echo in the streets
as the  creepy bells of the chapel ring


I remain a mystery
You'll need nancy drew, and at least 3 of the hardee boys to find what I'm up to
Theres this gloom that looms down in your basement room
Consuming shrooms, enhaling fumes to escape your doom
Witches zoomin by on their brooms makin sonic booms
Quick call scooby doo, but I killed him too
You heard a loud pound cause I cut the fuse so you
Run away to a motel room, assuming your safe
And As you look the other way,
I got my fangs in your veins and stranglin your neck
Too bad you didn't text your friends to tell them who is next
Hmm let me think for a sec. As Hex your boy  rex 
with an incessant twitch, till he is dead in a ditch
Hang him from bunny man bridge
Yo dude turn the lights on
But there's no flip to switch , I have flipped the script
Its bewitched with no miss to kiss
Exorcist with no priest to dismiss the spirit

So the town clock strikes half past 3
There's one last gas before i must sleep
Or i will crash fast if the light touches me
Put on the mask jack, just like the sixth scream 
I need to grasp havoc, till i hear shrills and shrieks
Please back rabbit, these chills aint for teens
As I stick a cherry bomb in your moms exhaust pipe
Run up on you  with nine a knife, and the head of your wife
Its useless I'm the nuisance that's abusive yet conducive
To your fear that I am near So close I could whisper in your ear
Smell the shampoo in your hair Wipe the floor with your tears
And as you look up in the mirror
I'm there ready to smear your blood all over the chair
as I stab you with my spear I crush a coors beer then
Leave you re crops there dead, red spread on the floor
But I hear a knock on the door
Are you okay honey? "Yes mommy,  just got a cold sore"


Details | Free verse | |

I Do Not Want to be Napoleon

                   about veteran of the war
                    who has schizophrenia

    I hear again and again voices.
    They come to me from nowhere.
    I try to close my ears.
    It doesn't help,  the noises are there.

    I am proud; I want to be a winner.
    Sometimes, I am Napoleon, the Commander.
    But, I am lost; I am a loser...
    It is then I feel I am no one.

    The doctor said it is illness
    Always in sorrow and sadness.
    Imprisoned in my brain.
    I am tired from hallucinations.

    I don't really want to be Napoleon.
    Want to be healthy and willing to be happy,
    I don't want to be anyone else.
    I want to be a normal human being.


Details | Free verse | |

Just leave my man alone

Bad people come and go
but this one wont leave him alone
I wish she'd leave my man be
because he's got someone like me

That bad person won't leave my man be
she hurt him before 
I was left to pick up the pieces
which seeing him like this hurts me 
I just want him to be happy

Not that I care if they were friends
but she won't give it up
she wants him back
but I refuse to give him up
he is everything to me 

why won't she just leave him be
She says to him he's everything to her
if that were true why does she hurt him

if she truly loved him 
why would she cheat 
even hurting him again and again

All the sudden he finds anew 
and she wants him back 

I believe it's because he's mine now
I refuse to let him go 
he is everything to me 

I don't want to see him go down
He deserves nothing but the best
which to me shes nothing like that
She should just let him go
He is mine now. 

please leave my man be
I'm sick of the games she plays with his heart
I love him and he loves me
So please leave my man be 

find anew and maybe next time think again
before hurting a man or someone elses

Thanks again. 
 

 


Details | Epic | |

Hell To The Grave Part 2

A knife digs into my leg.
 I look down and see my leg turning the same colour as the other’s skin.
Rotting, putrid flesh, spreading its disease up my thigh.
Pain arcs across my chest, spilling into my neck. 
My hands, they’re becoming tentacles as well. 
I can feel my bones shattering, slicing through my skin.

A flash of pain, and I’m on my knees.
My head is splitting from the pain. I can’t even think.
What’s my name?
 Where am I?
 I hear a hoarse voice in the back of my mind.
Give in. Let go. Now.
Unfortunately I don’t have a choice. My mind, it feels crowded.
Something is in my mind. 
“GET IT OUT! GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD!” I scream, deafening myself.
A blood red is creeping across my vision, clouding my view.
More piercing pain, I can feel my back snapping. 
I topple over to my side. My body is convulsing uncontrollably.
Finally, the pain gets the best of me. I can’t take it any longer.
The pressure in my head, consuming my being. 
I attempt one last bravado. 
I cling to one memory. 
The memory of the girl. 
My daughter. 
But soon even she is corrupted. 
The voice, calling to me. Tempting me. Strangling my mind. 

Then, just before I black out, I hear her voice.
Come play with the me. Join us.
The sickly sweet, echoing charm of her morphs into a deep, throaty rumble.

Join me in the grave.
I am the Gravemind.


Details | Free verse | |

We are Loving in Difficult Times

We are loving in difficult times
Better ape them
For though apes go to war, they go on –
They don’t die to kill, for unknown love
Yet we hunt our kin to kill for unknown love
How cold can man get
To leave man in the cold
For love unknown?

We are loving in difficult times
Turn one page at the Hospice
You chop my head, I chop yours
That is how we bid each other
We kill, we are killed
We mourn ourselves
Bury ourselves

For Love unknown
Love of what,  Now?
Of tribe, of Pet,  of Soil, of chair, of what love
The Love of chair; My table!  
Hate me, I pray, to hate than love
When we are loving in difficult times!


Details | Free verse | |

crossfire

It began as a lovely September, 2001,  at least, it should have been.....
somewhere lost in the crossfire, between summer and fall
days growing short, and evenings long

But, things are warped into a sense of surreal.  What was seen, can it be real?
It's as if bifocals are mixed in a bin, out of focus, glossed over with grim

Someone lets me borrow a broken pencil,  I find paper blowing in the acrid wind
my fingers shake with tensile fear....and, I write a goodbye.. I don't know why......

The city, an ediface in shades of gray stone, smoke, rubble and ash,
littered streets, silent people, crying people, screaming people in fright
A playbill shouts, "LIVE!  Mandy Patinkin Concert - The Neil Simon Theater",
ripped, and frayed around the edge...blowing into my face, .... now in my hand
How strange....we were there........was that just last night?

It began as a lovely September, 200l, or it should have been.....

Sirens, shattered concrete,  sidewalks, shepherding the living into  
the arms of someone, or maybe, .... into the arms of no one 
Someone is borrowing a cell phone, ...  there is smell of burnt sulfer
Bridges, crosswalks, that will take them back into calamity, .. our new reality

Someone lends me a broken pencil,  I find paper blowing in the acrid wind
I write a goodbye...  I don't know why......

It began as a lovely September, 2001, or it should have been....




_____________________
10/3/14
For The Challenge "Chopped"
Sponsored By Craig Cornish


Details | Couplet | |

Invisible's Invincibility

I am an invisible man.
Try and see me if you can.

Shy and quiet I remain alone.
Silent is my voice’s tone

No one can feel my pain and sorrow
As I hide inside of my burrow. 

Shadows consume my body and soul
As I embrace the misty cold. 

The reason for my unseen being
Lies in the fact I hate being seen.

This life and existence’s of my own choice
And I choose not to have a voice.

I am silent. Invisible. Inexistent.
Yet I am invincible, an immortal being


Details | Epigram | |

THE END

The end is coming for me
i can feel it
if you can not talk about it
your a crash waiting to happen
if you no longer feel happy any more
even if your in love 
even your own child cant bring a smile
the end is closeing on you

your eyes have lost there soul

your heart is a stone

your blood is cold

loseing hope is easy
loseing friends is easy
just like the clours red and blue
i missed you  
for those days i did not meet no fortune teller
i will not miss you 
i just dont want to feel that way again


Details | Rhyme | |

Peace in a Lifetime of War

Looking in the mirror and I don't like who I see anymore.
Bags under my eyes, a sorry shadow of the man before.
Wonder how I got to this point, when was the fuse lit?
At what point did I give up and finally quit?
And have my soul explode, shrepnel piercing my heart.
Wonder if it's too late to try and make a clean start.
Spent more than my fair share of time on these knees of mine.
Stumble to my feet, walking down a fine line,
Between life and death, stuggling to keep straight
My dreams from reality, legs are tumbling from the weight
Of this burden on my shoulders.
Like Sisyphus, eternally punished to push a boulder
Never to reach the summit, destined only to plummet.
Ironic that just like a king, I fell from grace into this hell.
Feel like it's time to bid this cruel world farewell.
Feel the sleightness in my hand, it all becomes clear.
The helplessness has fled, all that's felt is a single tear.
It didn't have to end this way, have to put an end to the gloom.
A flash of bright light followed by a loud boom.
The thud of a lifeless body tumbling to the floor.
Finally an end to the pain, peace in a lifetime of war.


Details | ABC | |

I Can't Believe It's Really Over This Time

I really hate this feeling, sometimes I wish I could stop breathing. I don't wanna try, just leave me here to die. You were the thing that made my life living for, but your no longer mine anymore. I feel so much pain, sometimes I believe I'm going insane. I'm missing what we had, although it was bad. I'm always walking down memory lane, why can't you see my pain? I know people change, &&' things get strange. I guess I gotta face it, she's my new replacment. I can't believe it's really over this time, I feel as if i have commited a crime. I live in a world of sorrow, so I don't ever worry about tomorrow. I didn't even have time to cry, because i had already said bye. I feel like I'm digging a deeper whole, so I'm hoping Jesus will take control. I'm sorry for my dumb mistake, but baby now I'm wide awake.


Details | Ballad | |

Therion

Slayer of dreams and reality Bow down to his Therion Majesty Vowed to Be beyond Spiritual Supremacy, But too Frail, but too Weak, Were these words of The Transgressor of Our Argentine Destiny Reigned with Blood And with Blood You shall Fall Never denounce the ways of The Wicked For the Wicked you Have Become I'm Not your gracious Jesus Christ, Saving you from the blood-sodden Ice, But you Are The Beast Therion Majesty Can't control your own destiny The one who used to fight monsters, Became a Monster Himself Look beyond the Book, See the Truth lying there, Gagged and Hooked, Silence screaming to Be Free The Draconian Revelation Will Save thee The same Cold Pressure has erupt inside The Beast dwells in your Pride Dipped in Argentine and Insanity, Captivated by the touch Never looking beyond the Sin, For the Scene remains Empty I'm Not your gracious Jesus Christ, Saving you from the blood-sodden Ice, But you Are The Beast Therion Majesty Can't control your own destiny The one who used to fight monsters, Became a Monster Himself In your mind When the world Falls, Parodiso will open her halls But not for you, Inferno Cries out for you Forever Malaoda will Be your destiny I'm Not your gracious Jesus Christ, Saving you from the blood-sodden Ice, But you Are The Beast Therion Majesty Can't control your own destiny The one who used to fight monsters, Became a Monster Himself


Details | Sonnet | |

Seasoned

We boomers, as our generation’s called,
have lived through two seasons, considered great,
during which our values were overhauled --
The Summer of Love and Autumn of Hate.
Both brought us together and gave us hope.
In the face of injustice, both were staged --
the first, a celebration with free dope,
the other a tragedy that enraged.
We were innocent in ‘Sixty-Seven;
we saw world violence and were appalled.
Our attitudes changed by Nine-Eleven;
we sought revenge, though we were shocked and galled.
While Winter of War passes, may we find
The Spring of Renewal and peace of mind.


Details | I do not know? | |

Sweet Venom

One joyful swig of your ice cold ecstasy
causes electric shivers of the most unique kind
as clear venom trickles blissfully downwards
once again reassuring me soon I’ll feel sublime

Slowly liquid fire burns thru every inch of me
And that sweet heat fills my dark emptiness
My senses are dulling and I’m totally numb
One more hit of ambrosia and I’ll care even less

Losing myself in your ephemeral liquid reprieve
I find temporary peace and solace of the soul
But too soon the bloom of the ambrosia fades
sad emptiness reappears to take its infinite toll

Live in brutal reality or lost in tranquil harmony
Christ, is there even really a choice to make
Just one more sip of fiery liquid amnesia
And the cycle continues with every sip that I take

To drink or not to drink is a daily struggle
The difference between numbness or enormous pain
Yeah, I guess there really is a choice to make
Choose wrong and there will be no me left to save


Details | Epic | |

Hell To The Grave Part 1

Hell freezes over. Fire into ice. 
Ice…but without the chill, the cold.
I try to rethink how this happened. 
How a world so green, so vibrant, become hell. 
And now a pale white wasteland.

Agony to relief. A relief that can’t possibly last. 
Impossibilities. A dream. Numbness.
As I emerge from my shelter, built to withstand dry heat, not cool precipitation.
I wonder at the beauty of this new and strange world.
The scorching I’ve received, now soothed by the cooler air.
Miniscule crystals, floating slowly to the earth, sticking to my hair. 
Like dust. Not cold.

I see others as well, marveling at this white world,
 revealing themselves to be inadequately clothed for this overnight change.
I hear a child’s laughter, excited screams as she experiences the cold for the first time.

I turn to watch, a smile on my face. 
There in the white, brash scarlet stains the pureness. 
The girl’s excitement turns to anguish.
She clutches her head, letting out a piercing cry.
Before my eyes, she transforms. 
Her arms, becoming broken and lengthy, ending in tentacles.
Her face, distorted beyond recognition.

More cries, bawling, hammering of fists.
All around me, those whom I’ve grown up with become unrecognizable.
Their skin becomes a sickly green beige, the colour of vomit.

Suddenly everything stops. Silence…






Details | Free verse | |

For this Moment

Cloudy day in my head,
Haunted by the words you said
Winter storm inside my mind,
I find them very hard to bind,
Gardens destroyed by mere perception,
Lost the will during conception,
How can I just simply be? 
All that you expect from me,
How can I just clearly see?
The world of darkness inside of me,
Rainey times take over my soul
Stop the bleeding was my goal
But I can’t seem to pull together
Even if it’s us forever
How can I forget this mess?
Even if I know I’m blessed,
Icy moments in this cave,
Thaw me out before the grave,
Dreams of futures painted smiles,
I need you to clean these piles,
Dreams are spinning a silly web,
Eating every word you said,

For now,
So long.

I bend,
But I don’t brake.

Its truth,
That heals.

This pain,
I feel,

Farewell.

BY: SABINA NICOLE


Details | Blank verse | |

ONE SHOT, TWO SHOTS, THREE SHOTS, FOUR

One shot 
Two shots 
Three Shots 
Four... 
Bang, bang, bang, Fireworks galore 
People running shouting ''WAR!!'' 
Innocent dying its, uncalled for 
Families crying for their loved ones no longer more ... 
Babies crying dont know, what for 
Not knowing what's next instore 
People walking with fear out the door 
AND HERE I AM wanting TO shout!!! 
''NO MORE!!!!...'' 
There's much more greater things instore 
Than violence for sure, 
Think of the kids for they are our future ... 
Is this the kind of life you want for your child when he/she grows up 
I don't think so... (O_o) 
But I guess that's how it goes 
When you live in a society where gangsters comes and goes... 


Details | Free verse | |

Breakfast time and a bowl of cereals

Waking with a start,preparing to face the end
eating next to nothing,cracking the bottle of optimism.
Life looked away in revulsion as the villainies committed
and lost into the book of vanity.
With the naked eye i see the world every morning,revolutionized
but big words puff me up as thought i was you.
A jarring note,a shot of morphine and get out of the rut
a perjury of illusion,the only blemish on your face.
I was deceived into the belief of something invisible.
Swashbucklers,mock heroics,phony patriots and cells
that proliferate so rapidly.
Populous mash potatoes,the decomposition of the corpse,
i can't take much more.
Filth has no sense of delicacy,i never boasted that
and the inanity of convenience put a bullet through my head again
So i open the window of pessimism.

We live with the manners of a swine,
enough to keep body and soul together.


Details | I do not know? | |

Honorable death

when it comes night time, i sit with my rifle at my side and wonder how many 
lives i have affected with one bullet at a time..
i wonder why we where ever put on the earth, but only to breathe another breath as
another one is taken away......
i dread for the morning air to come... to see the faces of those who will become the past
but all i can do is life for the misery it truly has given

all i can do is think of the quote 
" if i live... i will kill you ... if i die you are forgiven


Details | Free verse | |

World War 3

You may view my life as perfect
and I do too when I look at it
from the outside.
But in reality I view my world as a world war
If something is perfect in my life
I somehow make it look like an 
old decrepit dried up melting flower
it looks and feels like an old abandon house
waiting to be demolished 
to keep the underage kids away
from smashing my already shattered windows
and engraving anymore names to my wall of shame.
"Greg was here" is written all over 
as if it were some kind of cult.
Their digging their names into me
to show off to the new comers that decided 
to explore my cave of disasters that
they were once there. 
No one wants to be forgotten
but in my world, I am.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Soldier's Memorial

It is built on pain and on sorrow
To always beware of what comes tomorrow
Although to some it burns from the past
Like the flames of hell rising fast

But yet be happy, there is some hope
Some happy things to help those cope
With problems that come, but memories gone
Into the ashes where only death belongs

A voice could say, “Beware what you seek.”
This voice wants all to be dreary and bleak
It calls for a unity of past damnation
It wants the world to have a remorseful sensation

Though, it cannot be stopped but can be fought
The memories from those that can be forgot
So live life well, allow no worry to fly
The days of sorrows and lies have gone by

Think of the days where it will be perfection
From the day of birth or the grave-sites reflection
It can never break what was built in a heart
Never worry, only love, for love is thou art


Details | Free verse | |

Wanderer

A dusty old town-so quiet
a man, a traveler
takes off his pack-so heavy
and reclines for a rest.

they dont know his name, they never do
they wont even bother to ask
he troubles them-his mysterious past
leads them to prejudiced views

but were one to ask, for if naught but a name
what would this traveler say- would he speak?
a word, no. a name, he would give them and pass
"Im Wanderer, the world is my street."

Wanderer-what a name
does it signify much of his life
or is it a code- a cypher?
an enigma to his past.



Details | Free verse | |

No Time for Art

There is no time for art
Where bullets fly
And screams of fear replace song
Even the birds are quiet
But to an artist, this is an ever evolving gallery
Where the shells, explosions, fires and bullets
By the craters, bullets holes and charred buildings
Become one abstract sculpture
Carved by destruction
As if to say
The soldier is an artist
Who paints in blood
And war itself, is art.


Details | Rhyme | |

Crimson Hopes and Dreams

I’ve watched the soldier give, crimson blood,
heroic sweat, and fallen comrade tears.
I’ve pondered at the ignorance of society whose,
stated they’ve wasted days, months and years.

I’ve seen our soldiers suffer, for a mission others
now see as being in selfishness vain.
I’ve watched as humanity snubs the truth;
our troops are ferocious and brutally insane.

I’ve observed our blanket of freedom, now sport
vast ragged holes and tears at the seams.
I’ve witnessed the fraying of Liberty, which our
soldiers delivered thru crimson hopes and dreams.

I’ve viewed the injured and disabled, now home
after serving their country honorably.
I’ve grasped societies notion, the troops are
now merely a number like me.


Details | Free verse | |

Sanguinary Lord

A severe façade of loving tolerance Dipped in an argentine semblance The Consuls of The Cross Weaving a sweven of Welkin Where the checkered ones Are never allowed Their souls cast into the flames Of a greater decay The never ending pit Of eternal torment You turn the other cheek The one that wields the clandestine dagger The dreams of being free grow lighter and light The truth is shrouded by sister-Night Clinging onto existence Never eluding the resistance I will never adhere To your Sanguinary Lord Bestowing The Crusader’s reign Against the sand and the desert’s wane Barraging him over the frame In desperation to appease Screaming and shouting I will wash away your sins Decadence of the ones to throw the stones The ones to enforce the book Has left your lies dry and ready to die No more tears are left to cry No more screams are left to scream No More blood to be split No more graves to be dug


Details | Senryu | |

Smiles and Frowns

                                                     a baby's laughter
                                               joyful and spontaneous 
                                                 always brings a smile


                                                  the state of our world 
                                             so much hatred, so much war
                                                brings tears and a frown


8/17/2012
for Michael J Falotico's 
"What Makes You Smile, What Makes
You Frown" contest


Details | Senryu | |

home sweet turmoil

troops are returning
to a country in turmoil
with its debt ceiling


Details | Free verse | |

COLOURS OF DESPAIR

Images; pitiful black images
suckling frantically from dry, empty breasts.
Black eyes; wide open, fearful, but
mercifully blind to destiny's most unforgiving hand.

Victims:tormented by the incessant heat of the sun's bejewelled rays,
mercy is fleeting; uncompromising
shades of hopelessness cocoon innocent souls;
But Fate will cast its untimely shadow
Black is the colour of despair.


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

The Devil is Man

Eyes beyond mortal scale,
Armoured ships upon the ocean sail;
Voices charging the air's bluff
As souls rises and fall to the rifle's cough

So still was the air waves
Survival was it the soul craves
Blends of atrocities and human foolery,
Calls out to thousand graves.

Man scavenging
Like vultures upon its prey
The zeal to kill
Makes his stomache fill.
Heaven's call; the helpless heard
Ruthless murder the soul do fear.

The sounds of war in the air
Soldiers trampling and unleashing fear.
Nuclear weapons no one dare
Virus unleashed;we pretend to care.

The war brings famine
And hopes unseen.
Death like bird spreads its wing
And to the divine the soul do cling.

Man's inhumanity to man,
A curse or the will to act?
Was it not he who sends mushroom of clouds on Hiroshima?
The epidemics that swallowed all or parts of our lives;
Diseases and starvation are not far from his knowing.

The injustice that ravaged the land
Like a sea flood upon the sand
Washing-off all footprints
That we left in the hands of time.
Good is bad;immorality have became moral.

We feed upon oats of lie
And watch silently as people die,
Casting our destiny into the ocean called strife.
Deep down the trench of good and bad-
The scale of evil outweighs
Then I come to term-
That the devil is man.


Details | I do not know? | |

Do You Remember Him

I used to see him on the news
Protesting with his points of view
About the war out in Iraq
How we should bring all our troops back.
He had a lot of things to vent
So moved to London with his tent
The Wedding came
"Move on" they said
A few weeks later he was dead.


Details | Verse | |

End

My heart sinks in terror
that this beat may be its last,
that the pulse will stop.
I fear that the end is near.

Guilt suffocates my throat
at the thought of painting a grey mask
on the faces of those whom I love.
They fear that the end is close.

I shudder at the thought
that our names will be forgotten,
that their memento will turn to dust.
For remembrance we plead as the end is impending.

Regret poisons my mind with its toxins.
My aims aren’t fulfilled.
My life has not begun.
 It’s the end itself that I fear. 
There is so much joy I look forward to,
so much success, passion, love.
I plan my future with delight and hope, 
yet I know that the end has come. 


Details | Free verse | |

Potency and Strength - Part 5

Hence, how with time courageousness and bravery vaporized. 
How kings used to withdraw their swords alongside their noble soldiers and 
how presidents now cower behind their fortresses of weapons of mass destruction.


Details | Lyric | |

MYSTIC PARABLE

Stories dared not whispered, legend of great thinker. 
Artificially created Atlantis, maze search for law-giver. 

Hushed lips speak no evil, silly little monkey cliche. 
Privy ancient knowledge, not clear as light and day. 

So-called peace-loving demigods, closely followed in trace. 
Sexually crazed fools, copying angels fallen from grace. 

Pillars of Hercules within island, dynasty king frenzy awoke. 
Powerful and remarkable, ready to enslave at single stroke. 

Originally thought to be noble, conspicuous reveal greed. 
In route to world domination, struck down by Specialbreed. 

Later time earthquakes and floods, extraordinary violence. 
Single dreadful day and night, massive lost of innocence. 

Intervening super mighty one, so-called wrathful Zeus. 
Manipulation of elements, water and lightning bolts let loose. 

Grand golden wall palace, swept aside sea and sunk below. 
Ironical measured payment, for employment of ruthless blow. 

Swiming through labyrinth of wisdom, vie of the celest'. 
Chancing risk of schism, mighty sequential vignette. 

Perplexed pattern in hide, bloody seal of truth. 
Illuminati repelled, for a time real minoot. 

Message of twisted tongue, langual contrivance. 
Masters' visions swoon, in journey through euphoric trance. 

Loud whisper switch, silence left in wake. 
Souls of denizens burned, in fiery scourching shake. 

Prominent eclectic short order, alien wishbone act. 
Convert of non-belief, fierce zealots' minds impact. 

Lucid broken water reflection, visible-eye agleam. 
Blind finding quarry, standing like obelisk beam. 

Instinctive overriding, a slip into lucidity. 
Telepathic mind connection, recede to infinity. 

Exponential theory, base of schematics. 
Common like maybe, superpower military tactics. 

Voice of bleeding knowledge, fade to obscurity. 
Mystic in strange land, fault found in masters of intricacy. 

Undecipherable rhetoric, great monster on chase. 
Featureless darkness, a threat to human race!


Details | Prose Poetry | |

LOVE ON DEATH LINE

I have not eaten today,
But my heart is filled
Not hungry of affection.
I had a fill of you last night
A fill of you for a life time

All around us are walking corpses
Corpses of political disregard
Humans of no nations
Even when they are bona-fide citizens
Your blood and mine flows in them

The government abhors the poor
Feeds them with empty promises
Shoves them through the door
They pay the bills
For social amenities they can’t find
Pay taxes for their castles 
Government built in the air
But we know their ancestors
Filthy dogs eating from the king’s crumbs
No; Lets not unknot the knot
Soon a messiah might heed us

In heaven’s book of life,
I heard the poor names are there
In here’s book of life
It is deleted.
Thus, in your head,
Lays your kingdom and glory 
Get rich or die trying
Or; be their poor and keep sulking.

Well, like them I saw… 
I have not eaten
Flesh gone weak to skeleton
Nevertheless, 
The solitude of love within
Keeps me living; I am breathing
But I am moving,
Towards your direction
I see your beam

I feel new
When I see you
From my heart 
Seeps through the rays of the sun
Its fun; this love on death line
We survived the genocide
We survived the war
We survived love
We survived us
I love you too.

This poem is dedicated to the abused tribes of Rwanda and Nigeria during their respective civil wars resulting in near human annihilation. Though time has passed, we still feel your pains chilling our bones. The survivors.


Details | Sonnet | |

SECOND HOLOCAUST

            SECOND HOLOCAUST
We hear them now, the beating bass of drum,
the marchers, though loose-knit, from Wall Street's rolls,
too soon will turn to cadence; those who come,
all have no memory of Hitler's goals.

Their good intentions caved in, to survive,
to placing blame to where it shouldn't go!
And all too soon, the buzzing of the hive
lays every blame to things we shouldn't know.

Though mournful is the tune that plays along
to every drumbeat, calling for return
of nights of death--the old recall the song,
but much too late recall how bodies burn.

And Stars of David are replaced on every wall,
by Swastikas demanding rights for all.
Scary.


Details | Dizain | |

Rejected Love

I long for passion mixed with comforts sort,
awaiting warm welcome from this delight,
I count with words of romance this effort,
and hope to see a love that shines so bright,
yet war intrudes and I must leave to fight,
my heart is slashed,rebuffed and left to rot,
I toil and try to rinse off dusty thought,
but meet a brick wall lined with hatred`s thrill,
to keep our love in progress this I fought,
for war has filled my hands and head with steel.



Meter Form:Iambic pentameter


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Portraits Young and Lovely Fair

I turned away the light of truth,
though bright it shines eternally;
as I now search the dark of youth
for life devoid of history.

Born filled with primal fear inbred
(a wingless mountain butterfly)
who waited trapped by wretched dread,
within mad vision graves, to die.

A body bent by rhythmic birth
sucked marrow out of bone and brine
as wounds leaked blood back into earth
for earth gives refuge to Divine.

The fragile cuts were foul and spent
but no stitch thrown seemed obvious;
its fabric labored, torn and rent
by images grown spurious.

And this we carry to our graves
in extant bliss of ignorance.
No worry worth the time it saves
before the black of permanence.

A life once sewn with threads of smoke,
(translucent trend in lunacy)
is but illusion's buried yoke
of veiled and failed transparency

--


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This Demon

My inner demon tells me that I'm nothing
A waste of a person, a male not worth loving
This Demon influences me, infiltrates my thoughts
Bringing up memories of what i have lost

This Demon is a repeating voice in my head
A constant reminder that turns my heart into lead
He's a heavy burden, that i must carry with me everywhere
Changing happy emotions into a stoic despair

I watch peoples reactions to me, and he makes me think its disgust
This Demon drives me to tears, a man with no guts
He's in my quiet moments, when I'm alone by myself
And intense emotions are realized and felt

When i fight him, it results in an intense rage
Anger at myself, and any other factors in my life's stage
I'm a man, these sad emotions are beneath me
Who are you demon, to try and control me

I become angry at my fall downs, anger at my failures
Angry at my crush and my failure to tell her
This Demon makes me see red, thinking of the many rejections!
The looks of disgust whenever i try and show affection!

My head yells insults, including the crushes that i thought i once loved
Including myself, for being affected by love
I can't beat This Demon, he's just to strong
But i'll never stop trying, striving for what i long


Details | Ballad | |

A Question of Honor

Dedicated to Noor Al-Maleki You Try, You Try so hard To put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is it Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views You Have set me Free, Can't You See I Won't have to face a Tyrant anymore Your gaze used to Stun But Now It Just Burns Under the Sun Never Enough to Be Myself Never Enough to Be Free I will not Bow to You I will not Kneel Before You Smothering Liberty Condoning Freedom This way is unjust This way only brings out our worse Hatred and Mistrust War and malice no know law You Try, You Try so hard to put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views I am The Flame you Greatly Hate I am The Flame you greatly fear Some cannot handle the truth It shows they are the Criminals You are one of them You're the problem This misdeed will not live on without the hate of your name Honor Is not real It's just an emotion that only you feel You're another bulwark Against the truth No one Will Bow No one Will Kneel You Try, You Try so hard to put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is it Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views You Fear The Truth You Fear the reality you are the criminal against all humanity We must end these lies Before Honor Will Strike again You Try, You Try so hard to put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is it Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views


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Fallen Angel

Stephen Lewis RIP. Murdered 24-01-2009

FALLEN ANGEL 

Fallen angel, free to roam, 
Your soul hath gone to play.   
God took you in his loving arms, 
To heavens gates that day. 

Fallen angel, shining star, 
A brother, son and friend. 
Harshly taken from this world, 
Tho' you're with us to the end. 

Fallen angel spread your wings,   
In our hearts, your love, we keep. 
Your memory will shine on through,   
As we lay you down to sleep.   

Stephen Lewis RIP 

  A victim of the London culture of knife crime.  24-01-2009


Details | Free verse | |

The Man in the Iran Mosque





        Afghan Afghan wearing an Afghan

      leg lifted high

            a pissious 88 salute

          and drenching thirsty

                                    cactus masses

                             with needle arms

                        these masses

                                    drooling acids

                                         crass bands

                                 of bandit masses


                   and the temperature over 140 degrees


            erect hands 

              linger longingly

pining for more

                opiated oblivion

                opinions like onions

          like reefer smoke weaving

      inhalation-pant-breathing

                 half assed flags

                    and children try on roles

                                        like play clothes

                        orphan, mourner,

                                    time traveller

            instant age

               in the era of youth

        exfoliators for sporeous pores

-swapping wives instead of recipes now

-foot taps not door raps in bathrooms now

-teachers teach sex ed with homework now

            a world strong enough

     to school us weekly

            as we are fed weakly

we murder it

   by not living Taliban-tech levels

but being regurgitated 

Romans we

       eating to excess

       drinking more

       sexing children

       losing mores

we will circle coriolis

    bring enemies in among us

         and embrace

    this pieceful islam of Religion

 and die

            one by one

                as a people

            who refused a Good God

                will never take a violent god

           and obssessed

     with libertine dash liberty

will die

       one

         by

        one

stoned, jaw dropping walldrops, 

            like head drops

                in soccer stadiums


smile

            this is your life


(but try not to get any turf in your teeth)


Details | ABC | |

Dance

Take your hand and put it out forward,
Than swing out out to the side, c'mon don't be a coward. 
This is fun, now swing your hips from side to side,
Remember all the times you couldnt express yourself and you cried.

But now your can swing your legs and feet any way you want,
Look for that new move that you looked for your whole life like a hunt. 
Grab someone by the hand and let them join you in that awesome moment,
I promise you, you will love this feeling you are about to feel.

Turn up the music and dance your heart out,
Move to the beat and go wild and feel like your out of sight. 
This is your moment, don't let anyone take that away for you,
This is not happening too slow and i tell you that that's the truth.

Put some head phones on and go to your own world of greatness,
Bust a move like you never did before, I promise it's harmless.
Make your heart feel what I am feling right now and take my hand,
I promise that I will make you smile and scream with joy and stand.


Details | Bio | |

Depression Kills

I don't know how long it has been since i heard your voice, 
I don't know why i left without a word, but it was not my choice.
You wished me away, so i left without a word,
you told me to lose you, that's all i ever heard. 

Tears ran down my face with every thought of you,
not being able to see your smile, it would punch me though.
My chest has a whole, that you put there,
it hurts some times, but its not like i care.

I been hurt to many times before to feel anything at the moment,
I thought we had some thing special, but at the end you broke it.
So now again i am all alone and I have no shoulder,
my life is empty now i am beginning to feel allot colder. 

You showed me what people can be like, some thing like you,
people that hurt others and than walk away like they had nothing to do.
But they don't know that they just ripped some ones heart out,
and your left alone, once again, bleeding on the ground.


Details | Rhyme | |

THE EFFECT OF DRUGS AND VIOLENCE

People smoke weed, or crack to ignore problems and laugh hysterically,
coffee is my drug, it's my quick pick-me-up...I say it so proudly,
because it won't harm me, hallucinate me or make me feel afraid;
I will be alive tomorrow, not crash into into a lamppost as Freddy did.



I lived through the Hippie Era: bell-bottoms...long, frizzy hair
and funny clothes the kind that clowns wear,
no offense to those who thought they were cool;
it's my opinion, not of that guy who didn't see himself as a fool!  



I had no time to protest, or vindicate the Vietnam War as Omar;
off I went to work each morning as hippies hung out by a bar
shouting at me, " Kid, stay alive...don't ever go to war! "
They ran and screamed, knocking down police barricades...horror!


Details | Senryu | |

Pulled the Trigger

Bullet wounds
The criminal shoots down his
First targets

How dare you
Shoot them uncontrollably
CHAOS grows .  .  .

Don’t shoot it!
The victims are running mad
And you pulled

The trigger
I’m terrified of your strength
DROP IT, man ! ! !


Details | Rhyme | |

War Poems. What are they good for? Absolutely Nothing!

You can write another poem
Which shakes its head at wasted lives,
And everyone who reads it will
Wonder how war still survives,

"Your skills outline this futility,
These words will answer through the ages,"
Empty words and compliments,
Whilst outside still the battle rages.


Details | Rhyme | |

I Had Lost Him in the War

The sun was creeping through the windowpane
I lifted my head to see sparkling dewdrops from the rain
And in the fields, I saw someone slowly walking
He almost looked familiar, yet his face was shocking
As he came ever nearer, 
The realities of the war at hand were never clearer

My son’s right eye was simply no more
And his left eye was shyly cast down to the floor
He embraced me, sobbing, but relieved
To be so courteously and kindly received

The day my son returned was the day my husband died
It was the day when all my family sat there and cried
Sheets of tears from both eye sockets
Were seen on the soldier’s cheeks as he put his hands in his pockets

I told him gently that Dad was proud of him
His expression was grim…

The clouds ever looming over our home
He talks so little; he’ll contemplate and roam
The farm is tended to and the garden does flourish
The fruits and vegetables of our harvest will nourish
But as we are easily healthy and fed,
My son is stricken in panic and dread

He wakes up in the middle of the night
Clutching onto Dad’s photograph for dear life
The horrors he has witnessed I shall never know
And the gardens of his remaining youth shall never grow

Limping in the evening, he cleans his plate without complaint
I miss the days he used to pick on me—calling my main dishes plain
I miss his personality, his wit, his SOUL
I must learn now to rake his remnants across the coal

In the brink of sadness and stillness…

The bomb hits me to the innermost core
I HAD LOST HIM IN THE WAR


Details | Free verse | |

How Brave Of You

How brave of you to go and get enrolled
Going places where you may not want to go
Doing things that you may not want to do
Having to deal with missing your family and them missing you

How brave of you to put on your uniform everyday
Not knowing if it's your last day
Another day of doing what your commander say
Praying and hoping that you will finally go home and forever stay

How brave of you to do what we choose not to
Or what we are afraid to do
Thank you
And God bless you

How brave of you to set your pride aside
And save people's lives
To put on your badge of courage for you and me;
To fight for this country

There's not a day that goes by that I don't pray for you all
For the ones who still stand, and for the ones who fall
The respect level for you all is at its all time high
For you all are still overseas and we're left without a reason explaining why

There's not a single soul who can walk in your shoes
Except for the ones who use to and and now do the same as you
There's not a single soul who will understand what you see
And know how terrifying that will always be

I can't wait until the day when this will be over and the world will be at war no more
So that you all can rest and your mind, body, and soul can be restored
Then we can all finally be happy
And once again be the family that we use to be

Dedicated to all of our soldiers who are overseas.  Deeply from your families and me.


Details | I do not know? | |

Reflections

Old man, face wrinkled with age, moves slowly down bus, walking stick in shaky hand. Bus jolts, old man mutters. Kindly hand grabs arm. Fat lady, jolly face. Aunt Betty when he was young. Mirror reflections. Old man sits down wearily Woman in front, loaded with shopping, and two young children. One with runny nose, other chocolate covered face. Wife, children long ago. Mirror reflections. Old man gets off bus, walks down road. Lowered head, eyes sad. Places newly cut flowers by gravestones, three. Family killed in blitz. tears run down face. Mirror cracked.


Details | Rhyme | |

BLOOD RAIN

Feelings some less defying and unexplained 
Death takes order without complain
Over pastures falls blood rain
Pleads to surrender seize and refrain
Graves spread out over plains 
World of grief bound and chained 
Humanity differs until the stronger remains 
Watching powerless as the world is strained
Bodies of the defeated lay lifeless and drained
Blankets lay over them soaked and blood stained
Leaving now the mourning from the down pour of blood rain


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Would there be The Great War

Where are my sweetest dreams, where are my happy memories, where are my dearest friends,
If I could light a candle for each lost friend, it would be a huge inferno, would this be hell,
Could there enough wax, in this wretched angry world, to make candles for all our lost souls,
If there were wax, would there be sufficient forests for matches to light so many candles,
And will there be a day when one man is left, he would have nobody to fight, nor to kill.

Would it be the last day of the Great War, would that man sit listening to birds singing,
And if he listened to the birdsong, would it be a song about the brutal stupidity of man,
Or would it be nightingales singing sad songs, so very sad songs, your heart would break,
Could the last man live on with his broken heart, the losses, and the horrors of the war,
And if that man walked back home would he be given a white feather because he did not die.

Would he be called lazy if he did not dig many millions of graves to bury our dead hero's,
Before each burial would he take a last letter from everyone's pockets and send them home,
If he did would he pencil footnotes of how brave the son was, the husband was, the father was,
Would his gallant lies be justified and give solace to the millions of grieving families,
And would there be that many wooden pencils because the forest were felled to make matches.


Details | I do not know? | |

Daily Thoughts of a Broken Heart

Awkward moments fill the air; 
they trouble me when I sleep.

Behold the wonders of the great, 
killers and murderers of all kind.

Catch them we will the officer says, 
but forget them we will and go on.

Dying are all the people around you, 
sooner or later it will be your turn.

Enthusiasm, enthusiasm, oh that’s all so great, 
blood and violence tastes so sweet.

Fetch the demon in your dreams, 
or forever he will haunt you.

Glitter and fame, they are all that, 
they’ll pay with their life to witness.

Hate and misery powerfully rule, 
the people of this town.

Insomnia will keep you awake, 
yes; your past will haunt you.

Janitors of the rich and famous, 
get a little tap on the back.

Killing love all around the world, 
leaders now feel safe.

Let me lie here hopeless, 
I’ve lost all energy to fight.

Martyrs of our time are heroes, 
but count them on my fingers I can.

Night and day shiver cold, 
the sun has run away.

Oceans and seas have dried up, 
but our tears will replace.
Power sought by the entire world, 
the same thing that will destroy them.

Questions raised that have no answer, 
how sweet is confusion…

Rest my friend, it will be better soon, 
as soon as we are all dead.

Sanity has forever disappeared, 
along with thinking minds.

Tragedy of all kinds; 
the deaths and betrayals.

Undo all your mistakes?
Now it is too late.

Venomous poison in our drinks, 
to brainwash our innocence.

Warriors die for the wrong causes; 
it is all but a silly waste.


Xenophobia of all races, 
we will kill, kill, and kill.

Yowl out your sorrow, 
it is all you can do.

Zigzag thoughts run through my head, 
as wars come and go.


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I Just Can't Win

Will I ever get it right
You shove it all in my face
All day and all night
My mistakes I can't erase

Up is down
Black is white
I'm not allowed to frown
I'm not allowed to fight

I slip 
I fall
I trip
I crawl

I try so hard
Only to fall flat
My body is scarred 
From when the blood spat

We've had this chat
I have to begin again
I feel like a rat
I just can't win

*Written on May 7, 2012 by Lily Mayfield*


Details | Rhyme | |

Suicide Soldier

They sent him to serve without regarding his life
Voting for redemption instead of his kid and wife
He treads within mazes and shadows of a lost city
Those willing to die to save their family dignity
Fighting back against hateful ignorances believed
What anyone will gain is only how it is perceived


Details | Lyric | |

UNDONE

Every morning
Warning signs are there to greet me
Waking
Shaking
I don't dare to face it 
Fight it 
Try and right it 
Cuz it always turns out wrong

Every feeling 
Leaves me
Reeling from the fear of falling 
Calling
Calling out for you
I need you here...
To help me calm back down again

And I'm not the way I was 
When you first loved me
And I'm not the one 
I've tried so hard to be
And I'm not the one
To stand and try to tell you
That everything
Will be alright with me 

Cuz it's not ok
I won't be fine
This war I wage inside my mind
Feels like the whole wide world is closing in
And there's nowhere to run

No, it's not ok
I won't be fine 
I've been down one too many times
No way to hide it anymore
I've come undone

----------------------------------

Everyone I see 
Reflected in their eyes 
It's always me
Hiding from the way I feel inside
And longing for the way it's always been

Every night alone 
Sinking
As I slowly turn to stone
Terrified
I'm losing you, I see
I'll soon be on my own again

Cuz I'm not the one I was 
When you first loved me
And I'm not the one 
I've tried so hard to be
And I'm not one who can lie 
And try to tell you
That everything
Will be alright with me 

Cuz it's not ok
I won't be fine
This war is raging in my mind
Feels like world is closing in
And there is just nowhere to run

No, it's not ok
I won't be fine 
I've been here one too many times
It's time to face it on my own
I've come undone

...Jeff Bresee


Details | I do not know? | |

A soldier's goodbye

                A soldier’s goodbye 

I take thy last breath
With it I bid thee farewell,
Into the night I shall depart
Away I will go to explore the vast lands of the unknown.

Take thy last breath as a remembrance of thy existence in your perfect life,
 I will depart from your arms
From your love and sympathy.

Wipe away the tear that fell upon your cheek
It takes away the gleam in your eyes,
Don’t cry my dear,
Don’t look at the ground
Look into my eyes
Kiss thy lips
Bid farewell.

Do not fret
My love will never fade for you
The key to my heart will always belong to you,
Let no one take that from you.

I must depart now my love,
Kiss me
One last time,
Keep me in your heart
And prayers,
For I may not return
Not by choice,
But by force.

The gunpowder will wisp through the air
And I will stand for you,
My love,
I will give you this,
My life.

Do not worry
As I die I will whisper these last words,
“ I love you.”
I will slowly parish with a smile upon my face,
Knowing that I still have your love.

My soul will watch over you,
My heart will always belong to you
You’re my life,
Darling,
Kiss me before I depart.

Your lips are still so sweet
Your eyes are as beautiful as the day I met you.

I must now depart to new vast lands of danger,
But …one last kiss,
My heart is broken by the sight of this departure,
Keep my heart safe darling.

One last question my love,
Will you marry me?


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Victory

 I laughed out loud the other day,
When in my head, I heard a voice,
 My right brain carried out its threat,
And I shot my left brain dead.


Details | Rhyme | |

Dear My Sweetheart,

Sweet as your gentle kisses were I cannot recall, 
For now my sweet, keep naught white but my pall, 
Listen not to my ghost who haunts men’s eyes, 
But whisper to me now, whisper your goodbyes.

I have nothing more to give but my holder, 
Do not keep our flame alight, please let it smoulder, 
We can be no longer, just you and only you, 
It is fair and denying that, would be untrue.

Never wonder, never dream of being bound again, 
My mind has gone, for I am bane, 
I wish it were different but my sweet, 
I dare say never once more shall we meet.

I hold to you my candle, it's flame is weak, 
Let it keep alight, let naught drop nor leak, 
Understand my wishes, and put your heart at rest, 
I love deeply, let me end my quest. 


Details | Rhyme | |

For in a Doorway Lies

On an Iraqi street
Its all quiet and calm
The way it should be
Without the tyrants palm

Kids are playing
American marines patrol
They don't want to be there
But peace is their goal

A sudden silence
Greets the street
Then all hell breaks loose
Every one falls to their feet

An explosion so powerful
In neighbourhood shake
An all mighty blast
Delivered by mans earthquake

Shrapnel zips
And pings through the air
Voices in scream
Faces in blood run stare

The dust and debris
Drifts all around
As the marines rise
One hears, a crying sound

He follows the cries
For in a doorway lies
A boy of two
In bloodied apply

His small frame
Sodden of red
Lacerations aplenty
On the road to dead

The blanket he clutched
In crimson soak
This soldier, marine
In tear filled choke

He gently lifts
This fragile child
Another innocent casualty
As another war smiles

Sadly, there will be others
Through the months and years
When war will still smile
And ignore all the tears




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-4.php


Details | Ode | |

ABOVE AND BEYOND

Whenever tears roll down
somebody's face,
and whether it brings joy, reward or pain:
it matters to someone
whose life, somehow, has broken him down,
or has lifted him up through grace;
it matters when one rejoices,
and sees in victory
what his bewildered eyes
couldn't ever have imagined it to be...

He chose  the path to glory
without harboring suspicions,
or being frightened by unseen woes
and hard-and fast rules;  
he made swift choices    
and built up his courage from nothing;
and what his fearless mind couldn't perceive,
wasn't so impossible to dream,
but surely achieved
through grit and indisputable duty...

Whatever that solemn oath
relied on a certain promise, he never lost heart,
because his valor never seemed to lessen a bit;
and he was taken above and beyond his fears
by not foreseeing any disheartening defeat:
confidence had given his untiring feet a steady beat...

It matters to someone to be recognized,
and cherish that moment of gladness:
perhaps the only moment to be remembered
and be locked away in his past;
a brave soldier at his best,
never settling for anything less,
always going above and beyond his expectations,
to honor and safeguard the Country that he loves...

                     
                               





Details | Free verse | |

Around the corner

I wont tell you the stories he has told me,
or the reason why for weeks and months
he couldn’t sleep.
About the walk around the corner,
he kept walking round that corner,
walking round that corner
for days and months and weeks.
That isn’t my story to tell you, only his;
but I can tell you that he walks around
that corner through his days
and through his weeks.
I can tell you that he marched them home
leading from the front,
right down through the Guildhall
to the sound of thudding drum.
I can tell you that he marched all those
young boys home.
All of them, but one.


Details | Verse | |

When Anger Takes Over

There will be a time when anger takes over.
And all other emotions fade.
Where madness turns to power,
To which diesies are made.

Where the people who think that they own the world,
Who have hatread swelling around them in curls,
Allow the poor to cry out in hunger,
And the rich to eat till they hurl.

Then the monsters that don't like others,
And think that they all should die,
Lock them up in lice ridden cells, 
While they laugh, and say it gives them a good high.

How life above, up in the sky,
Will even fall to its torcher.
They'll start wars, create plagues,
Until one cannot even trust they're mother.

But for those who were lost somewhere in the middle,
Were given a gental gift.
The man who came upon the day,
And hoped to kill anger will a holy riddle.

The children had come upon the streets,
And sat on the man's soft knee.
They learned of love and caring,
Which filled the streets with glee.

Then one day, while the new year raged on, 
The people came with harsh accusations.
He had told of love
He had defied the nations.

The man had tried to end anger,
But failed.
Anger had won, it finished its deed.
They made fun of him as his life was taken through hatread that was nailed.

Into the earth.
Life.
Everything.
With a horrid, angry force of sheer strife.

No more emotions on the rise.
Only broken hearts,
And starless skies,
And people throw angry darts.

There will come a time when anger will take over.
And all other emotions fade.
Where Hitlers, and Satans run the world.
And the earth's death bed is made.






Details | Light Poetry | |

Fish Food

Junior High right?
YES.
Stop feeding my fish.
They are not hingry.
I fed them the real stuff,
Not the fish food u feed my fish.
They don't like that fish food.
It tasted bad,
They dont like you,
Stop feeding my fish that drama you like to call fish food.
Its not food its drama and it needs to stop.
It hurts my fish.
It hurts me to see my fish like this.
You make them cry.
That fish food is expired so stop bringing it up nobody wants it.
My fish are full to the rim.
Drop it and stop feeding my fish,
with your fish food i call drama.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

My Son

These words I write with tear filled eyes, 
As a new dawn comes to light. 
Another day without you Son, 
Nor' a star filled winters night. 

Your Mother sends her love dear boy, 
As our hearts are torn in two. 
A Major came to see us Son, 
He brought us news of you. 

He told us of your courage, 
Of the fight that lay ahead. 
The soldier that we knew you were, 
Then he told us, " you were dead". 

You left for a tour of duty, 
With the army in your heart. 
We are proud to have had you in our lives, 
We won't always be apart. 

You fought for Queen and country, 
Now your duty sure is done. 
A man, a friend, a soldier, 
And my ever loving Son.....


Details | I do not know? | |

Abuse

Trapped. No where to hide.You scream at me through the door.Though your words still 
sting me.
I sit on the ground alone.Blood drips down like tears. tears run down like rain.The room's 
spinning.  My heart bursts out of my clothes.We got into a fight.  Why is unclear.
I tried to leave.  You hit me. I fell.I started to cry.  You kicked me.A sharp pain burst out of 
my chest.  I could not breath. I have little energy,I kicked you.  You fell. I ran to our 
bedroom.
I am trapped.  No where to hide.I'm weak. I stumble to your Night stand.I see a gun.You 
break down the door.  I grab the gun.You start to choke me, squeezing my throat like you 
were trying to get some sort of juice out of me.
I pull the trigger.
BANG!Trapped.  No where to hide.Your grip feels looser.   Your face in pain.
You fall down. i fall into darkness.Free.  No need to hide.


Details | Lyric | |

chants of war

chants of freedom
chants for an independent kingdom
chants that brought us to the field
and chants for an unknown bloodshed

chants that came with arms
with chants and arms and age no qualms
chants that gave us right to shoot
and chants that turned the goods to loot

chants that made me a man on my own
chants that made me lose my home
chants that left no one at school
and chants of acts that were so cruel

chants of forgotten traditions of the sepulchral
and chants that even made the priest leave the cathedral
chants that i use to chant oh lord
and chants that i wish to chant no more


Details | Free verse | |

tides are risen from tears of love

when oceans rise beyond
the beaches, and 
it seems like the 
sky is leaking
water that fills 
the sea
above its very limits
and when those
tears stop falling
from the sky
where they fell 
the only place
that is the waters
edge is the mountain
that you land on.


Details | Lyric | |

Letter From A Friend

Dear Friend
Why you wondering where we stand? 
Me and you are tighter
Then the ying yang we make with our hands
I know we’re far apart
But a call brings us back together
No matter the hour of the day
And no matter the type of weather forever
But I’m glad
You came to me first
Each time I read your letter
It hurts me even worse
Because I see us more than friends
We’re bothers in the Lord
So if you are hurting
Then I am hurting even more
You can always count on me
When your world is going wrong
I will never turn my back on you
Even if my back is against the wall
And I know it’s not easy to tell our moms
When it’s hard for us to stand
What do they know about military life? 
Or the struggle for a military man? 
Don’t be shy
Because there’s something we all do fear
If I had the chance to switch services
You know I’ll be right there
And I am not brave
I wanna be the friend you can lean on
you said I can calm you down
well I also wanna keep you Army strong
death isn’t nothing
but the devil getting to you
keep believing in God
he will give a path to make it through dude
jus so you know
I’m here I’m always around
you’ve been trained good
so take a step back and calm down
and when you come home
we’re going to party like when we was kids
and laugh at all the stupid things
we ever did
keep your head up
because this is where it has to end
yours truly P.S.
you’re my number one friend


Details | Rhyme | |

Greed

The Mother of Prostitutes,
How well she would dress,
Kept all her wealth, just to impress,
Others were starving, many in need,
That didn’t stop her from feeding her greed,
Now dressed in her new attire, 
she waits with no plea,
Only in the morning can she go out to sea,
Sail through Revelations, 
where her end seems to come,
All for her need for an instant lump sum.


By: Sabina Nicole


Details | Rhyme | |

AN UNCERTAIN VICTORY

Why did they fight that war? Why did those young lives experience mortal terror?
Many left their homeland to serve as they sung their National Anthem...
others stayed behind, not caring about their destiny in a unfamiliar land so far?
I saw them waving goodbye to everyone...I wished I had gone with them!

The invisible enemy was hiding on the other side of the wild river,
as the platoon's commander ordered the vigilant soldiers
to target anything or anybody that moved on ground and in the air...
a Cobra helicopter hovered above to spot and hit the targets.


Clouds gathered above to add gloom as the crawling soldiers have their steady grip
on the colt commands ready to fire as the Vietnamese should advance...
a patton tank followed them on rugged terrain ready for valiant defense;
who wouldn't wear a brave look on the battlefield : until his blood would drip?   


Through marshes infested by snakes and rats, they carried the wounded to safety;
and any soldier had to bear pain without emetting a scream...how heartrending!
Behind them, the sanguine batterfied echoed with blasts and unthinkable atrocity...
there were no winners in this war: both sides finally realized the useless fighting!  
 

Wriiten by Andrew Crisci for Miranda Lambert's contest, " WORLD OF WAR: VIETNAM "


Details | Ballad | |

September 11th

Today’s the day
When it all went down.
The pain and sorrow,
And the worlds big frown.
It shouldn’t have happened,
All those innocent people,
Who had to be there,
Now have God as their keeper.
It wasn’t their time to go.
I feel horrible for their families.
I just want to ask you,
 To pray for them please.
The terrorists that did this
Will get what they deserve.
They’ll get Satan’s kiss!
They must be heartless
To even think of this!
There are people to thank
Like the firemen and cops,
And a lot of people gave blood.
Even if it was just drops.
When the towers got hit,
The world thought it was an accident.
No one would’ve guessed
That it was really terrorists.
So don’t forget this day.
Its part of our painful history.
It’ll be in the books.
But why it happened,
Will always be a mystery.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Shameful Few

Chip away at the surroundings,
To get to the spoils inside.
Mindless of devastation,
Or the pain as a nation cries.

Off in a new direction,
The agenda must be upheld.
Global unification?
A very grim fairy tale!

Greed on their back as they pillage,
Warmongers with hue and cry!
Fodder sent home in a wooden box,
As more and more people still die!

Freedom and liberty long gone,
As we are snared in the tellers net.
Peasants and squires of near future.
In the worst game of risk ever yet!

Stolen and lost are our rights
As the parasites hold their heads high!
Choking on lies as they spew their untruths
As to why the next country must die!

Nothing it seems will stop them,
Hell bent on their mission it seems.
The ruination of the world...
As they crush its inhabitants dreams!

Turning on their own people
People they should try and protect.
When that trust is gone it’s all over,
Because what do the people have left?

Civilized nations turned monster
By the leaders consumed with greed
No happily ever after....
Just the planting of evil’s seed!

Chip away at the surroundings,
To get to the spoils inside.
Mindless of devastation,
Or the pain as a nation cries!


Details | Lyric | |

never forget 9-11

On that day we were all the same, we didn't know there faces, we didn't know 
there names.
There voices we heard crying all around the world, someones loving father, 
someones little girl.
On that day we were called to lead a better life, for that someones father, for that 
someones wife.
The list of souls read from above before it came below why it was and why it is the 
answer no one knows.
Through the pain we have learned lessons great and small, life, love, and happiness 
are precious cherish them all.
With grace we all go on, but never will we forget that all of these beautiful things 
can fade so very quick.
On that day we wondered, on that day we cryed, on that day we asked ourselves 
what kind of man am I?
Mothers held there children for so long and oh so tight, why did these people have 
to go this was not there fight.
We hope and pray for all those names, and the ones they left behind they gave 
their life for a question the answer we must find.

William J. Harty


Details | Haiku | |

during and after

The cannon sounds everyone around is terrified; they see lost lives


Details | Rhyme | |

The Last Post

THE LAST POST.............

Six soldiers bear a coffin, 
Of a comrade killed in war. 
The Union flag draped over him, 
A hero to us all. 

This soldier killed in battle, 
In a conflict overseas. 
A man who fought for his beliefs, 
While defending you and me. 

To the families of these soldiers, 
Of my thanks I give to you. 
The bravery that they have shown, 
Such courage is shown by few. 

A military burial, a volley of shots, 
Then a flag lifted up from its host. 
And as we lay him down to sleep, 
A bugler then plays the last post. 

God bless you our brave British soldier, 
For this country still owes you a debt. 
You gave up your life for our freedom, 
This ex soldier will never forget. 

.............Rest in peace...............


Details | Ballade | |

A Complaint

Ah! I do know the winds shall blow, 
And the same old Titanic will me row, 
To the distant promised harbour, 
Where were placed my dear parents, 
And grandparents long, long ago. 

I shall complain and tell them the tale, 
“On the Earth, on each dale and vale, 
Thunder thunders flaming the lands, 
Ravaging the green or purple peaks, 
Each tree you planted is dry or pale.”


Details | Free verse | |

Stasis

It’s quiet in here
Almost completely silent
All I can hear is the dying mechanical hum 
of whatever’s barely keeping me alive

I’m suspended in something
Much like liquid 
but far more restricting

My eyes are burning 
So I keep them closed
And it’s that much less pain I feel

It takes all I have
To reach out and touch the glass
And wonder what’s out there
Wonder what I’m missing

If I’ve got to stay here my entire life
Then what’s the point of....living?


Details | ABC | |

WAR IS THE GREATEST PLAGUE OF MAN

WAR IS THE GREATEST PLAGUE OF MAN


As war is fought it takes charge 
And events spin out of control.
The madness of men can alter the soil 
Which nourishes the roots of their soul.

Many things will forever change 
Far more then wished to be.
As the wrath of war starts to destroy 
Those things we fight to keep free.

War is the greatest plague of man, 
Religion, state and sanity.
Any scourge is more preferred 
Than the one which disables humanity.

When war breaks out, boundaries change 
And all who die are a token
Of the rage that must run it's course 
Before words of peace are spoken.

War I hate, though not men, flags nor race 
But war itself with its ugly face.
When we lose faith in the brave, which die 
Then we're not fit to greet those who cry.

What distinguishes war isn't death 
But that man is slain by fellow man. 
Crushed by cruelty and injustice 
With his enemy's murderous hand.

War tends to punish the punishers
So the losers won't suffer alone.
The essence of war is but violence
Till the survivors come marching home.

Sometimes it's hard to defend what's right, 
Sometimes we're forced to rise up and fight. 
Sometimes we survive, while others must die 
Sometimes never knowing the reason why.

The rush of combat is a natural buzz 
Caused by fear, leaving nothing as it was.
Hunting one another like wild game 
Without a shortage of those to blame.

Sometimes victory comes too slow or quick 
Sometimes the cost on both sides is sick.
Sometimes God is asked to intervene 
To help stop the savage from being so mean.

War is a hell we visit before death 
Fueled by the whisper of the devil's breath. 
There must be a reason man destroys man
But why it is so, I can't understand.


By Tom Zart






 


Details | Quatrain | |

The color of America

You said to pick one color but I had to do three
they represent one thing that we Americans call free
but the sound it makes, sounds like death to me
the red, white, and blue can you see

I hear an air strike
bombs light up the night
so many screams
how can they say its right

they've gotten a nuke
it just makes me puke
so many screams
caused by our fluke

a deserted land
covered in sand
so many screams
caused by our hands

secretary of defense
went on the offense
so many screams
when are we going to pay penance

when I was three
was taught we were free
so many screams
right here in our country


Details | Ode | |

Prayer To My Self

Walking away might be the most hardest things for a man to do, you cant even imagine what that feeling can do to you. Falling flat on your face would be better than to look shameful, even walking around naked around the streets would be cool. But like any story in life goes, there is always that one person that will help you get back on your feet and walk again. No matter how much you fall, no matter how much you stumble upon a struggle, that person will be there with you till the end. Give love and thanks to this person who never leaves your side and helps you put a smile on your face everyday. When the day comes to an end and you know that the person has to go, all you can wish is for your special person to stay. Mine has walked away on me, I was so blind that i couldn't see. She wanted everything for her self, for me to change and be what she wanted me to be, but i had to let her go and never see this person again, cause it would only be worse in the end. Writing this is more painful than getting your body tattooed, writing this is more painful than getting over screwed. Writing this is more painful than words, writing this is more painful than razor sharp swords. No matter how much you try to let it out it just wouldn't come out, the pain is way to deep and its almost like its tattooed on your bodies gout. haven't i been hurt enough in this world, i just don't understand why i am being treated like this, is it cause i am better than you and have nothing to look forward too but my blue and black handkerchief? The cut was way to deep my dear, you just cant imagine, i have been cut and bruised for the last time, i can promise you that. No one will ever touch this body or hurt this soul ever again, if you wish to try so, go ahead and check it, but before that go ahead and get yourself a casket.


Details | I do not know? | |

Finally

Finally I can let you go,
Why keep u?
You don't deserve me,
You never did.
Always using me,
Used me for what you want,
Which was anything.
You wasn't fair,
but hey life isn't fair right?
You was there for me in the beginning,
but u grew from me,
I was there for you,
Through every problem we had,
I comforted you,
Gave you encouraging words,
Everything I did was out of love,
It was my duty as a spouse to you,
But u hurted me,
Forgetting about my pain, 
You always wanted things your way,
Going through for three years,
You wouldn't imagine the stress,
The pain,
The deceit i went through,
Trying to forget my past,
I was loving you,
But u said It wasn't enough,
And you sure didn't care to help,
You always thought about your needs,
Your life that included me as a comforter,
Not a lover,
So think about you now,
Go with whoever,
Forget our engagement,
Forget we ever met,
Because I am going places,
Places that you would imagine.
Woooooo! 
Finally I am free!!!


Details | Bio | |

The Color Red

At the beginning it was all so great,
but now i am walking away from this state.
I loved ever moment that we spent together,
I thought we would go on like that forever. 

But i am sorry to say that you have torn my heart apart,
I was praying on my hands and knees from the start.
Praying so that this would not happen,
but it happened and it ain't stopping. 

I beet my self in the chest now for letting this go so far,
I wish i could just forget this all to remove this scar.
The scar that you left on my soul is way too deep,
everything poring out of it is nasty and smells so creep. 

I know that people say to "Forgive and Forget",
but i can do only one thing, and its pore it out without a fit.
So i am done with this hell people call life,
i am on the edge of this earth waiting to survive. 


Dedicated to the one that broke my heart. 
No names will be spoken.


Details | Rhyme | |

Once was great

Smokey Babylon,
Cheap, seductive place
All that’s left is an after taste.
Artists polluted,
Real talent has died,
She sits on the water with her hands tied.
Remember her greatness 
as she starts to sink,
Jot it all down,
this time with ink.
For nations were jealous
Right before she faded,
Now they rise up 
extremely elated.



By: Sabina Nicole


Details | Free verse | |

The Darkness in You

How long can I take this?
What you say,
it hurts my heart 
in so many ways.
How I wish 
I could show you the truth. 
Open your eyes,
help you see the light.
But you thrive in the dark,
thrive in the evil ways,
and my heart aches
when this pagan passion 
is displayed.

I knew  from the first day
there was a darkness that thrives,
deep in your soul.
I should have known
that there were still secrets to hide.
Now that I stand on the outside,
and put my rose colored glasses aside,
I am seeing everything different,
and truly realize
there are unintentional lies,
half truths that I never perceived,
and my hope will never be conceived.

You'll never truly understand,
the pain I feel inside.
You may not ever know the truth,
the way my feelings have changed.
I still care for you,
making my heart break more too.
I couldn't see
through my rose colored glasses on,
I didn't see there was 
a darkness too deep to cut through.
I truly want to believe there is brightness that hides,
but I am seeing a darkness,
that will keep consuming your life.

I truly believe,
there is greatness in you.
And after you confided in me,
I realized a battle has been fought for you too.
A part of me thought it was still going,
a war was still for your heart.
I am now realizing the truth,
the war has been won,
blood has been shed,
and very little can be done.
The light will never give up,
but your darkness overwhelms,
and hides you from the truth.

You are not as free as you say,
not a God,
but an unknowing slave.
and this truth will never come through.
The lies are too deep,
for you too believe,
that you could be anything less,
than your own king.
Kings all become fallen,
their lives are all lost.
Even they will have to stand up,
to a higher God,
their pride is their highest cost.

I'll sit here on my knees,
and I'll pray and pray.
I've told you once and believe,
I will never push on you my ways.
But I will continue to cry,
maybe the tears will help the light thrive.
I'll sit here in the background,
battling for your life.
Though I feel like the battle is lost,
and you will never know
that the battle won over you,
didn't make you a king, a God,
but made you a slave.


Details | Free verse | |

Blood Red Poppies

Seen through the eyes,of the dead and dying. Sad pain ever remembered,within a heartache. Young people ever die,to preserve a way of life. War is such a sin,mankind killing off it's children. In Flanders Field,white crosses seem so endless. And poppies grow, the color of fresh blood. A sad reminder,of things so soon forgotten. That wars forever kill, our sons and daughters. We live within our pains,forever crying. As war toys,ever crush and grind our bones. Thoughts within our minds,so often trampled down. For in weighs upon the shoulders,of all mankind. Within the fields,tear drops in crimson falling. Ever flowing down the cheeks,of baby soldiers. And pain ignites,like an out of control fire. Within the hearts and souls,of mothers and fathers. In the end,we must remember that war is painful. And therefore must be stopped,before it starts. The young and innocent,forever give their flesh and blood. While politicians who start wars,ever stay at home relaxing.  And in Flanders Fields,the blood red poppies grow. In among white crosses,ever becoming more and more. And we seem so much better,at attending to the flowers. Then we are,at ever watching our children grow old. 


Details | Free verse | |

The Last Supper

All are sitting at the table eating, 
talking, laughing, Reminiscing, crying
but trying to make the best of it.
They listen, and hear a distant call.
Why must they leave already, 
did they misbehave at the table?
They try to finish their food in a rush, 
for they will not want to be hungry later.
They get up from their chairs, push them in.
and all help to clear the table.
He is near, and will ask them to leave his house.
Gunshots are firing, and bombs are exploding.
They run for safety, as he now has arrived to his home.
All of them head for the door, and exit out one by one.
Its good that they enjoyed what would be their last supper.




Details | Free verse | |

Atrocity

 Landscape of Hiroshima about eight-thirty a.m.                                                               After the death angel Enola Gay turns away                                                                 she gave birth to the little boy as fiery rolling smoke starts clearing                             Etched upon a wall a boy and girl playing with a ball                                                          Those there could not see it for their eyes were melted                                                      A city meshed with death blood iron and rock                                                                    A three year old boy partially dripping skin cry’s for mom                                                   But a twelve year old girl looks unharmed but within days                                         Poisoned by death’s light she withers away                                                                    As you pull back from this horrific seen                                                                            It only magnifies for a hundred thousand plus                                                                   Stench smoldering flesh mingled with everything                                                          The land of sun lays beneath a blanket of death                                                                A city leveled by little boys fierce foul breath                                                                 And then aftermath for years later                                                                             Countless children die or are born defective   


Details | Rhyme | |

Raging Storm

It rumbles as the storm begins 
 
Frustration strikes all with in
 
Raging wars on peaceful land
 
In the end there is no lending hand
 
For bonds are ripped and torn
 
The mender is completely worn
 
Sick from furious waves 
 
Full of overwhelming craze
 
The sea itself has been iced over
 
As unrealistic hopes dreadfully lower
 
The calm is so far into the distant
 
Its meaning becomes nonexistent
 
Misinterpreted loved ones 
 
Are mistaken as the burden
 
The obscure truth is masked in doubt
 
Heavily hanging in the air  
 
Such animosity, not a soul should ever bear


Details | Acrostic | |

A Long Lonely Year

Afghanistan. far away from those I love.

Leaving was tough this time, the kids tears tore at my heart.
Only as I turned to watch them drive away, did I see my wife crying
Never has she cried, always pretending to be strong
Going away for the fourth time must have been too much for her to bear.

Letting myself believe, I will make it through this fourth combat tour.
One year seems like a lifetime, the minutes ticking slowly by.
Never letting tears of sadness get the better of me.
Everyday, I think about my wife and our four kids. Are they ok?
Lost is how I feel.  Something is missing, I can barely breathe.
Yet this is what must be done, I took an oath. I made a promise.

Yearning every second, for my wife's kisses, and my childrens hugs.
Every hour of the day I pull out their picture, to see their smiles. 
Always in my dreams, my family is there for me. Never losing faith.
Reunited we shall be, after a long lonely year.


Details | Rhyme | |

Dear Santa Iraq

Dear Santa.............Iraq       

Candles burning sure and bright, 
Shining through the Christmas tree. 
Santa's coming 'round tonight, 
Bringing presents here for me. 

I sent a letter some time ago, 
I asked for things I'd need. 
For these are things for Mum and me, 
It certainly wasn't greed. 

For I am thirteen years of age, 
I asked, "please bring Dad back". 
I miss him; Mum is so upset, 
Since he died inside Iraq. 

I cry myself to sleep some nights, 
I can hear Mums sobbing heart. 
He's the only present we will need, 
"Don't keep us all apart". 

Dear Santa, no more toys or clothes, 
No gifts from that Christmas sack. 
The only thing that we all want, 
Is to have my Daddy back. 


Details | Free verse | |

Fear

Wide eyes
Panic
lips hovering right below a scream
hair pulled into a fist
mouth covered
panicked eyes
wide
heart rattling
fear


Details | Free verse | |

The Politics of Passion (Einsengruppen)

"Oh, cut it out!!' he cried
As they shot him
Grinning
Smiling in their power
"But I am one of you!" cried he
As they bayonetted him
"Have mercy!" she begged
While she was gased
"Someday you'll pay!" they whimpered
Forlorn and forgotten martrs
Dying in masses of groans
Early graves awaiting
Yet warm bodies
Rotting flesh on last week's quota
Quivering in anticipated vengence

Reach out, deadman
Grasp those distorted in sickness
Who beg so much louder than their victims
Every rotting heart beating louder
to the pace of their awaited screams
Every trembling bone reaching above

Dead on schedule
Efficient killers
Reluctant in responsibility
For the millions
Who could not understand
your reasons for exterminating them
The world and the heavens
Decry your deeds
You the inhuman.


Details | Rhyme | |

THE SULLIVANS,1943

THE SULLIVANS, 1943
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS




IT WAS A COLD  BLUSTERY DAY IN WATERLOO
AN IOWAN WINTER WITH NOT MUCH NEW
A SILENT MILITARY MISSION WAS UNDERWAY
THREE WARRIORS  HERE WITH A CHILLING SAY

CAN YOU POINT THE WAY TO 98 ADAMS STREET
WE HAVE A MESSAGE FROM THE COMMANDER IN CHIEF
THEY ARRIVED  MET TOM SULLIVAN AT THE DOOR
HE QUICKLY KNEW WHAT THEY WERE THERE FOR

THE WAR WAS ON AND AS WAS THE CUSTOM
WHEN A SERVICEMAN WAS KILLED OR MISSING
THE SERVICE BRANCH WOULD SEND A MISSION
TO ADVISE THE FAMILY OF THE TRAGIC EVENT

WHICH ONE OF MY SONS DID NOT SURVIVE??
I’M SORRY SIR   WE’RE HERE FOR ALL FIVE
NO DAGGER COULD  PLUNGE AS DEEP AS THAT PHRASE
THE INFINITE HEARTBREAK THAT MESSAGE CONVEYS

NOW TO TELL ALLETA THE MOTHER OF THE BOYS
HOW DO YOU TELL A MOTHER HER FIVE SONS ARE GONE
DISPENSING HEARTBREAK WITH A MULTIPLE OF FIVE 
AL  FRANK  MATT  JOE  GEORGE, NONE SURVIVED

THESE YOUNG MEN ALL REST IN THE SEA
EACH HAS A STELE IN HIS MEMORY
AT THE PLACE HONORING THE FALLEN
CAMPO SANTO            ARLINGTON




THAT HAPPENED OVER SEVENTY YEARS AGO
AN EVENT THAT EVERY AMERICAN SHOULD KNOW 
THE FATE OF FIVE SAILORS ON THE USS JUNEAU









          
 


Details | I do not know? | |

Erase What's Been Done

You have nightmares 
of the war
how it shakes your core
wake up every night
feeling death at your door
to wish to change history
to see a new path
but you know these things
are all in the past
now alive in your memory
you wish you could erase 
the children hiding from the guns and grenades
the mud smeared on your face
looking around and seeing your brothers
left to die there 
just another number
what the government has made you do
a license to kill
but now you see
that children aren't the enemies
the mothers still have love
and the fathers still care
just because your in a different country 
does not mean there is no love there
a different color skin
and different religions
but all our hearts are the same
how does mankind have any love left
when we look around and see
hate
suicide
and drugs
nothing is really free
war changed everything 
how can one serve his country 
and not the human race
why is it just in borders
does our love have a face
and even then 
we leave men with no home
and families out in the rain
people to die alone

You deserve so much more
some help with your internal war
deserve to see the love that is left 
although it is cold
and heavy on your chest
there are some people who have warmth inside
some people out there who are willing to die 
for the sake of true love
to save at least one
to take a friends hand 
and try to erase what's been done


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Babies of Beslan

Babies of Beslan............



The darkest day in history, 
Brought tears to my eyes. 
Many Russians murdered, 
In a mass of horrid cries. 

Hundreds of innocent people, 
Seen fleeing through the streets. 
Bodies thrown onto the verge, 
In a sea of blood-stained sheets. 

So many kept within a school, 
Being held against their will. 
Suicide bombers with booby traps, 
That care not who they kill. 

An act by Chechen rebels, 
Seeking freedom for their kin. 
With scenes of utter carnage, 
From those terrorists within. 

Semi-naked children, 
Seen running through the street. 
The Chechen rebels in the school, 
Shooting at their feet. 

Bombs and bullets filled the air, 
As the smoke engulfed the skies. 
People running from the school, 
With terror stricken eyes. 

Such barbaric bloody actions, 
Brought death and undue pain. 
The heart of the Beslan community, 
Won't see their like again. 

May the Lord our God watch over you, 
May he guide you by his light. 
May he hold you in his arms again, 
And keep you safe tonight........... 


In memory of the children and teachers of the Beslan school massacre.


Details | Free verse | |

Destruction

Sound the alarm War Is Upon Us, war is upon us!!!!
Chaos, panic, and fear rushed in like a herd of gnu trampling the Serengeti
Blinded by the smoke screens intended to mask the enemies movements
Weapons drawn aimlessly pointing with no understanding
Destruction plagued the land spilling corpse, laid bare for show
Visuals for the fallen decorate the ruins
How short live is the plea for the martyred


Details | I do not know? | |

Even Death Cries Sometimes

I don’t want to go
It can’t be my time yet
Please give me the choice of two paths
Darkness is closing in on me
I close my eyes
But they are not really closed
I hold my ears
But I still hear the screams
I’m walking away
But my feet are not moving
How did I get here?
Where is this place
His hand is reaching out for me
But I don’t want it
I look into his lifeless eyes
As he reluctantly pulls back his hand slowly

It’s too close to home
Scenes that are heartbreaking to watch
But we are cocooned in our own little world sometimes
To really care
To really feel
To really do
But today it could have been me
I watch the TV
I listen to the radio
A story unfolding of
Heartless, faceless people
My heart sinks for a moment
I look into his lifeless eyes
Maybe even Death cries sometimes.

Written by Robert Meader 


This was written about the London Bombings, I had all the words down but did 
not have a title. Then I watched the film Meet Joe Black. In the film Brad Pitt plays 
Death and at the end he cannot have the one love he wants and he cries, I 
thought to myself, ‘Even Death cries Sometimes’ and the title came.


Details | Couplet | |

Battlefield

Ominous dawn murderous day
warhorse hooves defeated flay

Mace and axe steel to bone
vacant eyes face of stone

Natures tears from mothers eyes
never these loins a son will rise

Courage worn in tattered skin
ashes to ashes as all begin

Stephen


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Remember the Brave

Remember the Brave, Who fought for life. Maybe for a county, Maybe for their rights. Remember the Brave, Who fought to exist. Maybe against Cancer, Maybe against Death’s final kiss. Remember the Brave, Who fought to be here. Maybe fighting a war, Maybe, but we shed a tear. Remember the Brave, Who fought and tried. Maybe for what they believed in, Maybe for life. But remember the Brave, for they died


Details | I do not know? | |

September 11th 2001

It still seems like a dream,
Or a scene from a bad movie.
It was hard to take in then
And it hurts to see it now.

I see reminders everyday in papers, films and on TV,
There they are standing tall.
But New York has a big heart,
You can hurt it but you’ll never break the core.

When the first plane crashed and we heard the news,
We were filled with grief and sorrow.
But then later on when the second plane crashed,
Our grief was mixed with fear of our tomorrow.

All around the world the news broke and everyone stopped,
Then the third plane hit the Pentagon.
What in the world was happening here?
On September the eleventh, 2001.

When the Twin Towers collapsed one at a time,
We still couldn’t believe the news we were hearing or seeing.
The devastation, the tragedy, the loss of lives,
Now three quarters of the world were grieving.

Pictures we were seeing, voices we were hearing,
Sadness and tears in all our hearts and eyes.
We reached out to touch, but they had gone,
The worst part of all was not saying goodbye.

Out of all this tragedy and despair,
There are so many people that shine through.
Most of the world extending their hands and hearts,
But all of the ‘Heroes’ of this are all of you.

We’ll grieve everyday and pray for those,
Who lost someone and never let us forget.
That we stood tall and side-by-side,
On September the eleventh, 2001.


Details | Couplet | |

A Soldier Departs

A soldier dies for the sake of his country
He lived in a land where we’re all meant to be free

Bleeding from his wounds he speaks before his life is done
“Not every soldier goes to heaven and I fear that I am one”

“I fought to save the innocent from suffering”
“I fought so hard but I couldn’t save them from dying”

He gasps as he chokes on his tears
His mind is but a fleeting memory thinking of long forgotten years

“My parents said to grow up and live strong”
“If they could see me now, would they hold me before I’m gone?”

“Or have I crossed the line between man and beast?”
“Oh Lord I beg of you, let this pain cease”

“Or has God forsaken man?”
“Does it matter? I’ve already fought and died for this land”

Hovering between life and death
He speaks with his last breath

“Is God watching now, have I done well?”
“If not heaven, where else can I go? For I’ve already seen hell”


Details | Free verse | |

The Forgotten Death

Is there any possibility to remain alive?
I scrutinized around but they all appeared same
Young boys with an expression of terror
‘Is anybody there?!’ I The coldness of winter stretched everywhere
gave out a shout
My voice echoed through the lonely desert
No sound responded except my own

Sometimes ago it was tremendously noisy 
But with the trade of violence everybody hushed 
I walked around searching for existence
Walking through the crowd of silence wasn't easy
As I frequently stumbled upon the figures of dead
Some of the faces weren't recognizable
Yet I identified the fear in their appearances

Suddenly, my eyes fell upon my companion!
It seemed like he was having a bad dream
His body was pierced by the bullets
‘Wake up sir!’ I shouted at him
‘Your wife and son are waiting with hope!’
He didn't care to answer back to me 
Tears welled up my eyes and so I spoke:
‘You have given up your life but for what?
Death for death? Suffering for sufferance?
I know you have sacrificed your breath
Yet you will live a forgotten death…’


Details | Free verse | |

RAINBOW CRAYONS AND WHITE PAGES

 

 

The children were asked to paint

What they remember of summerbreak

In other parts of the world

They would have painted beaches, bicycles

And smiling stickmen in front of ice cream parlours

 

But these stickmen were expressionless,

Lying face down, shaded red

In the background, the red and gold tongues

Of renegade flames licked the sky

Black with the soot of burning buildings, their homes.


Details | I do not know? | |

"In the Street Light"

In the dead of night, surrounded by an odd white light,
A woman stands with strands of hair in her face, and a letter in her hands.
She kneels on the ground and feels the cold cement, knowing what the letter conceals,
A tear runs down her face while she sits alone in this foreign place; her heart quickens pace.
Her life passes before her, she feels she can move no further, and her breaths grow shorter
The street lamp above flickers out, revealing every doubt shown in her weary pout
A car passes by and again she begins to cry, for the one that has died
The letter falls to the ground, and there is no sound to be found as it falls
On the front is the seal from the United States Army, and a worn piece of her husband’s uniform


Details | I do not know? | |

Who am I now?

Who am I
If I don’t have a name
But a number?

Who am I
If the star on my arm 
Makes me smaller?

Who am I 
If cattle are treated
Better than me?

Who am I 
If my family, I,
Will never see?

Who am I 
If monotony rules
And I live it?

Who am I 
If they told me to work
And I did it?

Who am I 
If I take orders from
Only a few?

Who am I
If, at death, they’ll say I’m
Only a Jew?


Details | Free verse | |

War

War a topic we humans know too much about
From the start of time to the end of time
We have fought over things that seem to never end
Over Religion, and how someone should run something
But their are people trying to stop these wars
To only be shot down by their own military
And crushed under all its undying hate.
We try to stop wars form happening 
And yet we have guns and missiles pointed at each other.
Ready to Fire once given the word form our leaders
Who send our Brothers and Sisters out to places that are unknown to them
Who promises to stop this hate
But only makes it worse like putting gasoline on fire.
Once we drop the bombs and fire the bullets.
What is left?
Nothing.
All because of War.


Details | Free verse | |

Imagine What You Can't See

The guns, the shooting, the fighting, the war. A young soldier hugs his family as he waits by the door. He knows he's ready, he knows he's right. He stayed up packing and praying all through the night. He's been training, but he's never been there, he can only imagine and prepare. His plane takes off, his heart beats fast, he's leaving for war at last. In his hand he holds a picture of his mom, dad, brother and his sister. He holds it tight and quietly wishes them farewell, he closes his eyes as tears start to swell. The plane lands in the hot heat, quickly he gets ready to jump from his seat. He runs screaming into the dark and stops, what he sees makes his heart drop. Famine, fear, diseases spread. People lying in the streets dead. Laying in the dark, staring at the moon's glare. He can only picture a gruesome nightmare.


Details | I do not know? | |

Breaking Point

Here now lies wasteland

What once were great nations, now just ghosts of a forgotten world

Here now lies wasteland

Once a burgeoning life force rich with souls, now barren

Once Kingdoms stood in all their glory and power

Then the bombs dropped and fire filled the sky
The dust settled, we blew our chance, nobody left to ask why


Details | I do not know? | |

blackbirds

i shiver and shake through warm and cold 
im alone on my own
the pain shakes through my bone
its so vast and shown

its harder starting over
then never to have changed

with blackbirds following me
im throwing my life away
they close in stalking me
the fear is here to stay
im getting back what i gave

i sweat through the skin as daylight fades
as i waste away
the soldiers the come and make their raids
im taken away

the blackbirds follow me
as i make my escape
the skylights calling to me
todays the day i fade
im letting go of my way

*this is a song by linkin park just i changed most the lyrics so it souldnt be conciderd 
copywrite*


Details | I do not know? | |

The Return of War

The war had started
The soldiers had been carted
There was a sudden silence
As a shadow of death arrived
Everyone wished that there
Partner would stay alive

From dusk till dawn
People did mourn
About his or her partners death
At the battlefields there was the last breath.

Wishing bombs dropped from the sky
Clouds of dust rise up high
Innocent people run for cover
The fear of death makes them shudder

The endless rattle of bullets at night
While the living pray to see daylight
The swords are as sharp as an icy gust
They will cut you in half if they must.

No doubt they will soon get well
But those soldiers that survive
Will be servile scared
For what they have done
Would surly end them soon
If not now then in the new moon

People try to stay alive
But most of them might die
Some of them will cry because of loss
Most of them will give up and loose hope in life

If you have to go back in time
You will here a lot
Of screaming and soughing
Crying and wining because of
Pain, loss, anger and sadness
Most of them died because of war
And some of them died because of
The outcome of the mind confusion
Beating on them day by day.


Details | Narrative | |

Death and beyond

Hours transpired like every other day. Perched on the trees, sparrows chirped, keeping the dreadful silence at bay, and sunlight across the land, whipped. Laid there on the grassy lawn, was a lovely lass dressed in a corset. Smelling the blossoms like a fawn, enchanted was she by nature's best. Up the hill ran a hysterical lad, his face as white as a sheet, shattered her heart to more than just a shard, and made her swoon to her feet. Minutes rolled to hours, and hours to days, and there she sat like a stone. With her eyes so lifeless and cold, her once rosy lips now as dry as a bone. Draining her blood was her soul, turning her visage as of a ghoul. Neither did she eat, nor drink, as she stooped over life's brink. Deep down was an endless bottom, which her rotting psyche couldn't fathom. The day came when her eyes lit up, like a hopeless spark in a dark cavern. She let go and set her eyes on the stars afar, and said "I'll be there wherever you are".


Details | Couplet | |

After the War

Warfare is a malicious psychological game,
Once it is over, you’re never quite the same,

Warfare is extraordinarily dense,
Once it has been overcome, it rarely makes any sense,

Some become drifters, images dancing in forbidden space,
With echoes of a once young, familiar face,

You can’t buy back the time or obscure place,
All that’s left is a bitter aftertaste,

And you may win but somehow you still loose,
For the deserts leave you with not much of a choice from which to choose,

Warfare is the rotten apple,
But at least you have food inside your starving chapel,

Warfare with its deliberate sinking song,
Blasting bombs that shatter all who were once strong,

Blasting bombs that haven’t gone off in so long.

BY: Sabina Nicole


Details | Rhyme | |

Destitution of humanity

My children! Oh my children! Peace to you is a foreign name.
Your land is torn apart every minute … every second.
They have made you orphans without any shame.
Justifying their crime … by fatalistic reason.

Your everyday life made out of misery.
One can not understand without living it.
Access to water, bread or electricity
Became a struggle … the world ignoring it.

They have bombed you to pieces, not even washing your stains.
Along with your lands … your means of living
Building their settlements … covering up your remains.
The world over watching … and not  reacting.

In your land you have lost all your rights.
Even to bring life in dignity
Mothers in labor, forbidden to get a pass
Losing their own lives … along with the baby.

And the list can go on…
More than often falling in deaf ears
The thought in my mind for so long
The outbreak of my helplessness … and tears.


Details | Free verse | |

Faces of War, Day 1

Oh! the cries of defeat echoes
But its not the only screams
Heard through this fog

Here we all lie
We have all lost our hopes
Of ever winning this war

My brothers' bodies
Lying everywhere
Bleeding out what is left of them

We are now weak
Weaker than we have ever been
And what does tomorrow promise?

Does it promise recovery
Or the hope of a brighter day?
One without death and red

Instead it promises yet,
Another similar day
Of young men laid to rest

Many miles away
But we can still hear them
Beer and music

They will sharpen their blades
Tighten their bows and arrows
They are ready for the kill

A shame, I have to exist
To witness the end
Painting it on my memories, if I ever lived

I would have loved
To live amongst pride
Like that of my enemy

But the only feeling
That I am accompanied with
Is the screams of loss


Details | Couplet | |

Please dont fall Asleep

Wake up America, 
Arise from your slumber
Media has desensitized your minds
We live in a new world of technology that has made you colorblind
Meaningless, with deeper meaning
Music lyrics have been subconsciously stealing
While you think it’s the beat you are feeling
Listen to the words and then tell me if it’s still appealing
Even Movies have brainwashed your judgment of what’s ok
Too many people are sitting back, watching our ethics slip away.
The Government has helped us all too simply learn to accept
While gradually breaking down the family structure, many have just slept.
No longer can we allow these planted seeds of lies to continue to grow
This is real reality, not some entertainment show
Our children are not aware
That their future is in for a scare
Our youth are looking for role models and leaders
They have become susceptible to idolize bottom feeders
Wake up America,
We need a real change
Bring back integrity, morals and stop being estrange
They keep us busy in televised drama 
Currently immune, with no proper armor
While people are starving and walking around half alive
They are plotting our nation’s permanent demise
Sex trafficking is at a an all-time high
Wealthy men are raping young girls in America and when they are done with them they watch them die!
Poverty and greed is causing drug dealers to lead
A generation of angry lost young man
Creating baby’s that start the cycle again
The more eyes that now see
The more we can be
Brought back to truth and sanity
The rich are getting richer and the working class have grown tired
Democracy is being set on fire
You may question what you can do
If everyday each person changed just one view
We would be able to recover what has been lost and start bran new
The people need to take a stand and vote like they really care
We must join together, use our voice, and remind them we are still there.


BY: Sabina Nicole
Written: 1-1-12


Details | I do not know? | |

Euphemism

Euphemisms collateral damage 
children died and you smiled
at the flashes of light
bombs make at night
casualties counted  
casualties filed
television is making us numb
its sound we march to like a drum




Details | Rhyme | |

Tortured Souls

We are men with tortured souls,
Forged to fray for what is right,
Drudging through piercing blows,
Focused upon a dimming light.

Lurching through the darkest path,
Confounded by our cynical ways,
As we daunt others with our wrath,
Feel our essence begin to decay.

Relish the ones we hath loss,
Mourn the ones we neglect,
Spawn our domain from chaos,
Cursed to never truly connect.

Worn by our callused heart,
Empowered by intense grief,
Watch us get torn apart,
Awaiting death's sweet relief.

Only our sorrows remain,
As we pay the devil's tolls,
All we feel now is pain,
We are men with tortured souls.


Details | Name | |

PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder)

Possibly the most difficult battle I've ever fought.
Timeless struggles of my mind.
Scenes of human depravity lurk behind my closed eyes.
Disturbs my daily routines and demands attention.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Prose Mine Prys

‘At play with words’

Cork thine eyes 
Cloaking lucent verbose halls 
Surely binding shutting tight 

Cork thine eyes 
Clutching goblet sipping falls 
Drunk seduction bending sight 

Prose mine prys 
Gather up my scrolling drawls 
Paging through the spite 

Prose mine prys 
Splitting metaphors with mauls 
Swindle word codle the blight 

This poem explained

Shut your eyes 
Shade your bright and wordy thoughts 
Absolutely shut off your mind 

Shut your eyes 
Drink from the fountain of lies of the rich 
Allow yourself to be seduced and become blind 

My ordinary words chip away 
Read what I have written 
They are memorable moments of contempt 

My ordinary words chip away 
I chop up what I write with metaphors 
The negative meanings of what I write deceives with tenderness

T.R.Sevrens


Details | Blank verse | |

Temple of Ares

I watched the endless procession of stalwart youth, resplendent in their panoply gathered, a 
steelly passion filling resolute gait.
And I asked of them, "To what place does such noble assemblage march?"
"To the Temple of Ares, and Glory's Gate, to burn of names in Honor's book 
That they may be reverenced by heroes," said they.

A thousand sundry banners danced in the morning breeze,
And the sun this day was no more radiant than hard Youth's gaze which beheld it.
Then, an eagle, portentious? burst forth from the sky's vast vault to augur their triumph!
But they could not see his tired tear, so far the distance...

And soon, unleashed, the gods of carnage with ghastly abandon sang their drunken 
Practiced hymn-
Of young hearts cleft by musket or spear, "Oh, let swords, lusting, rage,
And thirsting deeply drink
As the glory of kings  is yet again
By the blood of children authored.

Then walked I 'mongst the torn and sacred dead
Through a sea of gore and Glory served...and
Came upon a writhing form whom playful Death had not full claimed
As charred lips mouthed their sad entreating:
"Grant me, sir, some kind embrace,  and a hand not raised in wrath-
for now I die, all dreams undone, as forlorn seas strong beckon."

And then, another broken form lied grasping a comrade's dead limp hand
Whose emptied eyes now stared afixed upon some nameless moment of Eternity,
Lifeless, cold, and  sad, unknowing the touch of the lover's dying kiss
Collapsing, still, and quiet atop him...

A father stooped to lift the head of his precious shattered boy, 
As with Grief's awkward tenderness his fine locks stroked, 
And hoped some life to thereby confer...

And a crescendoing rumble filled the valley. For Ares laughed.

Then I saw a spectral legion and asked of their shadowed ranks-"Where do you march, of
Withered souls?"
"To the House of Death and Tears...alas, to Death and tears."
Behind them not too much afar, with the clamouring of bugles and the thunder of drums rose 
once more the strident cry:"To Glory's Gate!" as in witness the Dead sighed and Ares bellowed 
in his mirth...


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Running shoeless

Black cherries
Platonic hearts
Remembering moments from the past
Climbing railings
Watching cars pass
Red, white, green and blue
A picture of a world I once knew.
Loss of breath
Running shoeless
Suffocating smoke filling the air
Angered cries
Too many lives
taken in like a fishing net.
We are only people in the end.


Details | Free verse | |

The Electric Glow

High above the city streets
I thrash and roll and grind my teeth
At the atrocities down below.

I just can’t stand to be so near
The screams the cries the pain the fear
Of the weakness that they show.

I just look on with distaste
And prey upon the lives they waste
Shoving them on to death’s door.

They can’t refuse they can’t deny
They’ve met their end it’s time to die
So I step down and wage my war.

Mingled in the city streets
I use my hands I use my teeth
To send them all on down below.

Release the hate release the fear
I slice them all from ear to ear
And they all die in the electric glow.


Details | ABC | |

who am i

How can one who lost himself find himself
Every night i have a repeating dream  of an empty field
With a sword in one hand and a mask in the other
As i raise the mask to wear the field is no longer empty
Hundreds stand front of me with same two item a sword and a mask
As i pan the area one thing is different the mask 
With the sword in my other hand i clutch it and raised it as did they
With no nonresistant i  charge towards the mass as they did to me 
I slash, stab, slain, and killed all them
Not once did I wonder who they were as i resume killing
Until one remain the field but  this was different the clothes and mask were red
As i lunge into an endless bout  i grew more exhausted and tired
But the one in red never slowed
Until i stop and look down and notice the sword through my heart
As i fell to my knees i remove my mask looking on the field the men i been fighting 
Were Me
I look up to the one in red and who are he lower his mask it ME
The true me and he said
"The one you slain today are you these were you emotion rage, hate, fear happiness, sadness"
and i ask "which one are you"
He respond "I am love for can never know or fell love until you accept who you are for that reason you will never know love"
As my eyes darken 
I began to wake and notice a blank mask on my bed and wonder
Which one am I


Details | Monorhyme | |

REBELLION AND LOYALTY

In the restless fifties, teens had to face many realities:
join the draft and go to war or rebel and bear absurdities,
the neutral ones stayed in college and avoided penalties;
oh for God's sake, why should any youngster fight enemies?
Hippies rebelled against the government and shouted obscenities;
they wanted to smoke pot, make love and have lots of babies.
When Motherland calls her soldiers, there are no certainties...
either you fight to survive, or you surely die without strategies.
All mothers cried as they departed to meet their destinies;
did anyone hear them whispering those rules to assure safeties? 
The young soldiers did, not discarding hopes and possibilities.
The Vietnam War was a long one, stretching into the seventies;
many didn't return, some did to enjoy serenities and liberties...
and proud they were to have served well, shunning insecurities.


Details | Lyric | |

RETREAT

Mother! Only a few, few days remain.
Worry not, I will return, return again
Like birds that in their nests do enter
Tearing the torturous traps of hunter.

I know each night you make extra meal
And wait in slight hope that I will, will
Come to eat supper being too, too tired.
But I am here so far, far away, starved.

Mother! I, I too linger for your affection
On the riverbed where lies my skeleton.
My two bony hands still, still, still seek
Your sacred feet that appears now bleak.

I will not go away from you again, again.
When you would sit solitary in the Eden,
Don’t think I have given you a new bluff.
Turning, you’ll find my face with laugh.


(In memory of freedom fighters in 1971 war. Many of them never returned home)


Details | Rhyme | |

War Demanded

Postby Tyr-Ziu Saxnot » Wed Mar 23, 2011 8:55 pm 

 War Demanded 



 If only man were like a stout oak tree 

 Standing proud and tall for the world to see 

 Dreaming of a peaceful culture that truly will last 

 Ever seeking a happy future while sailing at full mast 



 Reality presents a very different and forceful demand 

 Greed calls for taking other's blood , treasure and land 

 No small trick starting another evil and bloody war 

 With death, misery and cuts leaving a lasting scar 



 Any excuse will do when lying is so demanded 

 Up is down when right becomes so underhanded 

 Why worry at all about the lives destroyed or taken? 

 Call for power demands that truth and honor be forsaken 



 Every war starts with Truth being pushed aside 

 Far too cumbersome and heavy for death's dark ride 

 Lies fired from cannons take the first great measure 

 After that the vultures descend to take the treasure....  Robert L.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

A Cry From Kabul

(Written During The American Attacks On Afghanistan From The Arabian Sea) 

O! The heartless callous warriors, 
The children of the crowning age, 
You do not see the havoc, 
For you stand at the distant spot, 
More than two thousand miles away, 
Planning against the weaponless; 
But your lacerating missiles and shells, 
Miss not the targets, 
They hail down on us smashing, 
Blowing up the houses, 
And thatched cottages with their contents, 
Let, allow me bury, put in the ground, 
My infant grandson that lay motionless, 
In the cradle, all shredded, torn up, 
Still gripping tight in his hand, 
A baby doll with blue eyes and rosy cheeks, 
Sprinkled with blood too.


Details | Rhyme | |

Saddest Eyes

I Dearly Love My Momma,
But She Has the Saddest Eyes.
I Know She Still Misses Daddy
But She Will Not Say Good-bye

I Asked Her One Time to Tell Me
Where Had My Daddy Gone,
She Said He Had a War to Fight,
But He Wouldn't Be Gone That Long.

That Was Twenty Years Ago....
We Buried Her Today.
She Never Believed He Wouldn't Come Home,
I Cried a Tear as I Knelt to Pray.

Please,  Dear God in Heaven,
Let Her Find Him There..
Then Her Eyes Won't Be So Sad,
Give Them Back the Love They Share.

His Name Is Listed on the Wall..
I'm Sure He Looks down from the Skies.
And I Hope That Momma Found Him
And the Sadness Has Left Her Eyes.

Connie Moore


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Towers

Towers
Tall                            Structures
Offering                     Shelter
Withstanding              Blows
Evaporating               Lives
Raping                      Families
Security                    Needed



An acrostic poem about the twin towers of 911.


Details | Rhyme | |

Stranger at Halloween

On this Halloween night
A stranger came to my home
My parents invited him in
From his cold nightly roam
 
I hear them talking
As he comes every year
My father distraught
My mother in tears
 
He stays for a while
As they chat away
Sometimes they laugh
But, mostly it's grey
 
Its hours later
As i hear the front door
This stranger has gone
Just like the years before
 
I'm older now
And as curious as can be
As i follow the stranger
Down a dark local alley
 
In the distance i see him
To the cemetery he heads
This night of all nights
To the place of the dead
 
Brave as i am
To follow him there
Its as far as i go
From a distance I'll stare
 
He disappears
Into the mist
As i head off home
My question is wished
 
Mum and dad
Who was that man
He comes every year
For a chat and a dram
 
Son, the man who left
Died so long ago
During World War II
At Scapa Flow
 
He can never rest
For his soul is forsaken
The loss of his colleagues
In the war were taken
 
On October 14
1939
The crew of his ship
In torpedo assign
 
A German U-Boat 
The U47
Delivered it's load
And sent them to heaven
 
He's a lost lonely soul
Who stayed in this house
For he always returns
To his loving young spouse
 
That's the story
On this Halloween eve
Of this tragic young man
And his roaming grieve




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-5.php


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Symbolism

a flag flown at half mast
a salute remembered that was the last
a star placed behind a glass
a quiet gathering to bury a lad
a moment of silence for those that past
the respect and honor for those
that died in the blast
a bugle playing Taps for what could not be 
the last
a flag folded and then passed

then the soldier lowered into the ground
feels that glory from all a round
his body lies at rest
but his spirit receives that which is best
to know that by his countrymen he was blessed
to a soldier that died in combat that is best


Details | Free verse | |

Ending of the Circles

Lack of anarchy 
This generation knows none
It has lost all beliefs of the mothers and fathers before
These times are a godless time
That the scoundrels pray by and dance to with flames
Murderers are given empathy and the sick...  to many antidotes


I stood above the altar waiting for a cleric
But was ashamed of the men who held a cross and kiss to one another
Children dying for the touch of an adult yet their games are still adolescent
Blood spilled for the sole purpose of drinking in already a vein drought
I cried for the times to end but the seconds grew patient and the minutes live

Statues built in tyranny and now every country begs for violence and respect 
Lust at the tip of the educators wand 
Fear is just a name that history has failed to remember
Witchcraft at the culmination of a holiday which we celebrate loudly and drunken

May God pity this land
Our hands use to ache with hard labor 
Now they snatch ignorance at the kneck 
Virtues grappling at a whim while the holiness has been abandoned like a ship
Drifting away at a destitute harbour


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SCARCE HARVEST

War World II was raging over this
southern Italian town* spared by a miracle...
a deluge that suddenly occurred: 
a night of blasting sounds, of rising flames 
as American planes bombarded its buildings;
the Nazis fled to occupied Naples.
In the North, the Fascits were executed,
as the Dictator Mussolini himself was. 


The farms could not be furrowed deep and neat,
fear hung over the farmers' shoulders;
and wheat couldn't grow abundantly to make bread,
and brazen women to a distant granary they went, 
risking their lives to grind the wheat kernels;
they were no young men in town, or the older ones
who had gone to war for a concept so deceptive.
Many youngsters and soldiers were kidnapped by the Nazis, 
to be taken to Germany as prisoners of war...who would have 
challenged the Third Reich, or disobeyed?


Old women with handkerchiefs on their heads, weeping loudly
and mourning the tranquil town it once was...so lovely and happy, 
and their cry was too bitter and inconsolable to be hushed;
now, even bread was taken away from them,
damning the cruel Duce, who had betrayed them for vanity...
why did he bring prosperity to Africa, not to Italy?
Why was his ego so manipulated by Hitler's cleverness...
that he could have conquered peoples and lands?


Ruins and dead kindred...a scenery of dread and abomination,
and the lively memory of begonias on their sunny balconies 
brought a sweet nostalgia in an hour of horror and death;
and gathered among the crumbled walls, their rosaries  
recited with graceful whispers, gave them 
the strength and the courage to desperately grieve:
"Peace, o beloved peace, have you overlooked
the kindness of such humble and honorable spirits?
 

Darkness brought the silence they had sought under the glittering skies,
to hide the ugliness of the war in their gloomy shadows,
never to reveal the devastation of their town;
and with the new sun rising, hope would have been 
renewed in the sunrise's lasting glow.
They would have seen those wheat golden kernels 
bend under their heavy weight and bow.... 
and heard themselves saying," Mercy, o mercy
of our righteous God, let prosperity abound...
as the misty rain slowly comes down!"   

Southern Italian Town:  Baiano

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Feelings To Kill

Some days I watched
Sometimes I cried
Most days I dreamed
It felt unreal

It felt too far
To leave a scar
Too hard to stare
No one would dare

Intense
The howl within
A broken violin
Plays my chagrin

Nothing lasts 
Go back, go back
A sounding blast
In the shark’s playground

Some days I watched
Sometimes I cried
Most days I dreamed
Of synthetic happiness


Details | Rhyme | |

Under a Full Moon Sky

She sits on the jetty
Under a full moon sky
Wondering why
Just wondering why

Her lover, her man
Has been lost at war
Why was he there
What was he fighting for

In a distant place
So far from their home
He was taken from her
In her mind she combs

Can she face tonight
Will she bear tomorrow
Her heart's been wrenched
In heartfelt sorrow

As she sits on the jetty
Under a full moon sky
To all the others who have lost
Will they ever wonder why?

 

http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-3.php


Details | I do not know? | |

nightmares

the taste of air, dry on your tongue,
the sounds of nothing, of songs unsung.
the feeling of ghost bumps, prickling your neck,
the smell of blood, bodies are wrecked.
the view of darkness, the sky and stars
these are what nightmares are.

the smile of a friend, as they realize their fate.
the tears on your face, 'cause you know its to late.
the laugh of a murderer, cocking his gun,
the scream of a kid, as he has his fun.
street lights, abandoned cars,
these are what nightmares are.

the voices plotting inside your head,
the monsters screaming under your bed.
he feeling os someones eyes or your neck,
the scrape of a blade as it puts you to death.
your arms, the regretful scars
these are what nightmares are.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

A Traitor's Mother('s) Land

In the vast wilderness of the marooned rivulet
A silent ripple floats away
Projecting a non-significant shadow that drifts along
Uncontrolled in the river’s sway;

The little rivulet plays with the rocks and the sand
Of that lands mountains and plough
Then gently glides down the plain, from the land
That I belonged to the land I belong now;

Up course it washes my ploughed lands and farms
It quenches the thirst of my loved ones on that side
It rejoices in their mirth, woes in their sorrow
Frivolous, polite and charming like a bride;

It brings me remorse, who drew this line 
Through hearts of love, demarking this side and that?
They are not me and I am not them
And no one knows the reason for that;

When I kiss the ripples every morning and night
I see my sweetheart’s eyes going down with shy
The water drops from her question me, I am at loss
Why in this land and what for am I?

Yet tomorrow morning I will lead the charge of my army
Into my mother’s land from my motherland
I’m the Major of this side of the border’s sky
I fight to live and live to fight- 

And there’s absolutely no chance of asking why??


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The Forsaken

She allowed him to ease onto her
His hands slowly caressed her soft face
His body felt heavy on her but she did not complain
As his fingers got entangled in her hair she shivered a little.
For long she had waited for this night to come
That it would come this way, she could scarcely believe.

She closed her eyes and called her God. 
There was little else that she could do
She had bartered herself into the enemy’s hand
Hoping her family would be safe as they had said
His hands dropped from her face and moved below.
She closed her eyes and called her God again.

Her womanhood insulted, she lay in silence beside him
There was no cloth on her, but she did not feel naked anymore
She had no reasons to be ashamed in a shameless world.
She knew her God had forsaken her
It was a mistake to be a woman during a war
Or to be a woman at all.


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Death Awaits

Death awaits the young marine
The touch of a woman, true love, never seen

Bullets tear through him
He drops to the ground, with blood soaked skin

His companions push forward for victory
He’s left to die, nobody listens to him scream

Angels come to save his soul
Demons laugh for the life they stole

As the soldier cry’s from the pain
He thinks “If I’m to die, who’s to gain?”

A victim of reality, thoughts through his head
Choking on his tears, knowing he is dead

A flag upon his body, his comrades stand and mourn
His parents watch on, staring at the flag, as youths they burned

A memorial was held and heads were hung low
But war must be continued and soon it’s time to go


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Her Love is Strong

After the aftermath
A love can be so strong
To nurse back to health
The receiver of that bomb

My darling husband James
In Helmond Province so
Walked through a doorway
And then that bomb did blow

He lay there stunned and bloodied
Attempting to get up and stand
But the bomb had done its damage
He was left two thirds of a man

He was flown home the next day
I couldn't wait to be by his side
He said he'd lost his legs
But he said it full of pride

He would rather it was he
Who crossed the doorway that day
Its the spirit of our soldiers
That makes them speak this way

Days and weeks pass
As his healing takes its time
Wheelchair bound is my darling James
But a man still in his prime

Many months have passed
As we get on with our lives
To me he's the guy i married
So proud to be his bride




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-2.php


Details | Free verse | |

Knock It Down

down down down, knock it down to the basement 
blowing stuff up for a book never made sense 
the books were made, we've been screwed since
religion should be talked about in past tense
hence, the age of ignorance is over 
ill put the burdens of the weak on my shoulders
its a heavy weight to carry 
but death is a women i would gladly marry 
if it means i could stop the torment and destruction 
of our youth, they don't deserve to be corrupted
the mind is pure, void of superstition 
don't transmit unto your loved one your condition 
let them grow up, and make their own decision 
because i know if you did they would never choose the same path 
they would figure out the simple math  
they would never be so arrogant
to believe this world was heaven sent 
and was made with them in mind
they would reject any mention of a being divine 
only wealth and religion can cause a man to be so vain 
eternity, what is there to gain 
is this life and this world not enough for you 
you need another, and another, and another too
it is sad to see you wasting the only life you have 
don't let your children fall victim to the same fad


Details | Rhyme | |

before the war

little boy sittin at home
good little boy said his prayers all alone
just before he said amen
he thought to ask his question again
when is daddy commin home?
when is daddy commin home? amen
nobody, put him on their shoulder's anymore
he used to climb on daddies back
when he had'em on the floor
everything that daddies did
his daddy did and more
just to play with the son
he verily did adore
in his heart the little boy grew
the vicious fact that he could not ignore
that a home without a daddy
is the home of the poor
why can't God just end all wars
why can't daddies talk with other daddies
and try to end this war
why can't daddies come home 
and be what they was before
why can't daddies be what they
was before the war


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Teardrops of War and Pain

Teardrops dropping,
My heart nearly stopping,
When you left me standing here,
You said "Goodbye, my sweet dear."

I asked for you to stay,
If not for another year, then perhaps one more day.
You looked me in the eyes,
And said "This may be our last goodbyes."

You kissed me with tenderness,
As if this may be our last, final kiss.
Ours lips parting,
The situation hardening.

As I said "I love you so,
I don't want you to go",
Pulled up a sandy, monstrous truck,
Alerted to shoot, but not at a duck.

I saw such pain in your eyes,
When we told one another of our love, and then goodbye's.

I'll never forget what happened that day;
I can't sleep at night, so I walk to the bay.
The bay is so full of our love,
The one thing that accompanies me is a dove.

I cry teardrops of war and pain,
To only know of what I lost, but will never again gain.
I hope for you to come back home,
Until I find out that I have to find a silent, cement dome.

Everyday and every night,
The pain is too much to bear to eat even a bite,
As I sit here at the eating table,
I'll admit, I don't think, anytime soon, I'll be stable.

The pain is too much to take,
I'm dying of this terrible heart ache.

I cry so many teardrops of war and pain,
That I think I'll never, again be sane.


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They

A she wolf was born
She was a stunning white
She always smiled and was filled with innocence
She lived in an ivory cage fashioned with bones
Then They came
They took her happiness and ripped it to shreds
They hissed insults and vulgarities into her ears
They took her prisoner in her own mind

The abuse They caused tore her down
Her white fur turned matted and black
Her smile turned into a gruesome grisly snarl
They chained her up
She pulled at the chain and it ripped at her neck
It clawed at her flesh and blood trickled down her neck

Then the chain snapped
She launched forward and attacked Them
Gore and guts flew everywhere
They tried to fight back but she was angry
The few survivors knelt and bowed and pleaded
Saying how it was a misunderstanding
Saying how they never meant it
But she laid back her ears and hissed a simple word
There are no misunderstandings

There is a wolf in all of us
They are all born with innocence and happiness
They all live in an ivory cage of bones
They will always come
They will hiss vulgarities and insults in its ears
Then the chain will snap
But beware
Once your wolf’s chain snaps
There is no fixing it


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FLY-BOYS



World War I gave us the fly-boys
Who flew by the seat of their pants.
Many would never return from war
While others survived by chance.

Their planes were mostly canvas and wood
Gasoline, bullets, bombs and poison gas.
Every pilot carried his own pistol
Wearing leathers, scarf and goggles of glass.

Aviators had no Parachutes
To escape their burning plane.
Many were forced to jump to their death
Or self inflect a bullet to the brain.

Blimps where known as battleships of the sky
The roar of their engines gave reason for fear.
They flew so high they were hard to shoot down
Hiding above clouds till their targets drew near.

Tracer bullets for the first time were used
In the guns of airplanes to set blimps a fire.
The skies became man’s highway of death
With duty and honor their driving desire.

How many Fly-boys have we lost since then
Those days of the Great War and more?
Where do we get such brave souls of chance
Who rise from the rest in the battles of war?

By Tom Zart







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Twins

So gracefully grazing the sky,
Higher than blue birds fly

Above the cauliflower clouds,
Below the starry crowds

Such a commanding machine of man,
Speedily sweeping the land;


Now carefully descending down,
Their gaze cast to the ground

A frightful fearsome eye,
A baby child's cry

Ensnared in a teething trap
The towers did collapse.


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AS THE MADNESS OF WAR TELLS ITS STORY




Goodness must overrule absolute evil
Though there’s nothing worse than war.
Sometimes we have no alternative option
Except to kill or be killed as before.

The best of plans can go amiss
With uncertainties till the first shots are fired.
As generals plot their path toward victory
It’s up to the wounded, the fallen and tired.

It’s not how strong or athletic you are
That decides who is blessed to return.
Those who survive are a product of luck,
And our prayers and support they’ve earned.

War seems to peel the veneer off society
Exposing our villain within.
A crazy obsession to rule over others
By death, destruction and sin.

The mayhem of conflict is a ongoing scourge
Robbing man from intended glory.
The hinge of history swings in all directions
As the madness of war tells its story.


By Tom Zart


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Unknown Soldier

                                                        unknown soldier  
                                                       fallen unsung hero  
                                                         without a name










Tribute To Our 
Armed Forces


Thanks For Serving


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What Makes Me Deserve?

I often wonder why
God has given me the gift
Of a pleasant sight through eye
That'll make your eyebrow lift.
I know I'm beautiful,
and so much more inside.
Well then if I am so stunning
Tell me 
What makes them
wanna see me cry?
What'd I do 
to deserve this black eye?


Details | Quatrain | |

What If

What if, When you arise one day There’s no sun to be seen Everything looking grey And nothing looks green What if, You try to use the phone But you can’t make a call When you turn texting “on” It doesn’t work at all What if, When you throw the switch None of the lights turn on Dark, like you’re in a ditch You really feel alone What if, There isn’t any noise No cars are in the street Parks have no girls or boys Then suddenly there’s heat What if, There was nuclear war The death cloud on its way Nothing that you asked for All you can do is prey


Details | Narrative | |

Heroism and Passion

Flying high into the sky, 
I see you are sincere, kindhearted, 
fascinating and interesting…

How it really was when it mattered,
what was a long, long summer day, that
you brought history to our front door…

You could get your teeth into that juicy story,
 of remembrance, that was what kept you
 from going crazy…

Human character acts differently in 
each of us some can handle the stresses 
of war and combat while others cannot…

How and why we must self- justify 
what we do and how the world sees us 
and how the world is in upheaval…

To see you as a hero and your passion 
for freedom is overwhelming to say the
 least, but, it is greatly appreciated by
 the majority…

Keep up the good work,
 for we do remember and appreciate
 our freedom that you have fought 
so hard for…

By Sandra Lea Hoban
©2008


Details | Rhyme | |

Those who are not seen

I can hear the wind blowing,
I can hear the leaves shuffle by,
I can smell the dampness in the air,
I can hear the faint sound of a cry.

All my neighbors hear them to,
But no one can go out to see,
Were forgotten and lost,
We were warriors,them and me.

We once carried the flag,
The stars and stripes of ole glory,
But we were pushed aside,
Never to tell our story.

We live here in our dusty graves,
Wanting to breath the fresh air,
But we are next to forgotten,
Like no one cares.

We are remembered by some,
Even kids that don't understand,
The reasons we fought,
In that hostile land.

A war that a lot on both sides,
Had come to regret,
And a lot still living,
Who will never forget.


Details | Rhyme | |

try being me

I hear these stories about stress and strife
But I invite everyone to live my life
Women go crazy and murder those kids 
Life throws curves and they are on the skids
They rely on men and cry when they are alone
To drugs and alcohol they are prone
To numb the pain and the memories
But leave the children alone I beg you please
They can't speak up for themselves you see
It hurts to acknowledge, cause it used to be me
Who cried at night for my Mom and Dad
Whose birthday every year was lonely and sad
So to all of those people who let their minds go
Step into my memory and enjoy the damn show
Everyone has thoughts this much is true
But how would you like me to hurt you?
To gain your trust then push you back down
To always turn a smile into a frown
Watch the news and everyone will see
How truly tough it is trying to be me


Details | Narrative | |

That September Day

As the towers fell on that September day,
our horror, and shock, at the debris that lay.

How could this happen on our very soil,
"We are America," "Oh our tempers boiled."

So many people lost their life that day,
so many worked endless, looking for the ones
they could save.

Never giving thought to the  hidden dangers
unknown, only trying desperately, to save
everyone.

The reality of this tragedy is so very clear,
we are at risk, and we now know, a new 
fear.

We have to be careful, if we want to stay free,
because secretly, undetected, to our country 
they creep.

This is the reason our soldiers fight,
trying to prevent, another horrible
sight.

We have been warned, it will happen again,
these people are ready, they hate our country,
and for everything she stands.

God bless America, and keep us safe, and
protect our soldiers, in those lands, so
far away.




Details | I do not know? | |

Question

inequity in life, immortalityin death,
striken from the words, taken from the pages, the pages of time, 
choose not what your told, but what you think, question your morals, 
question your world, question authority, question reality.


Details | Rhyme | |

9/11

i decided to get my bible out for awhile
and if it wasn't for Him, I wouldn't be walking another mile
and with all the people ascending into heaven
this day is now known as 9/11
















Details | Ballad | |

A Child in War

As the dust burns my weary eyes
I push on and compromise 

Looking for a long lost dream 
Of swimming through the waters clean

Bombs echoing in the distance
Dead and gone in an instance

Praying to god for every breath
A candle lit for every death

It is here I sit all alone 
A heart that burns turns to stone

A concert of horror ringing clear
I run and hide all in fear

I steal and lie to survive 
Of my family I am the only life

Oh! Please set me free
My wish repeated instantly!

In my mind all is rage 
I feel locked up in a cage

When will this nightmare end?
A stray bull dog my only friend

During the nights we stay warm
We help each other through the storms

Our night lights, are burst from your guns
The politicians say we are the ones

The ones who kill day to day
For when I grow up they will pay

My train of thought, pains me now and then
When I know war is a means to an end

Sometimes I try to escape
But I was turned in for a stay

Slaving for the men of war
Sometimes a cook, sometimes a whore

Oh! Please set me free
My wish repeated instantly

I have to kill to get away
I can no longer bear the pain 

My knife slides across their throats
I’m caked in blood that coat’s

Before I could run I heard screaming
I continued my work while the tears were streaming

In a way I am glad I was caught
Now I can join that heavenly lot!

My hound of war was first feed to me
Then I was beat to subdue me!

Almost to the point of certain death
But they tortured my every breath

They kept me breathing for the rope.
They slung my body from the post

I choked and kicked all I could
While the others just watched from where the stood

Before I lost my failing senses 
I prayed to god just to end this

At that moment my prayers were sealed
A boy in the crowd revealed his steel

A rip of pain through the chest
The bullet entered and did its best

For a few days my body was displayed
For those under slavery to see who disobeyed 

After a few days my body was searched
Only a small diary was all the thieves could perch

Meaningless thoughts were rattled out of rhyme
A small short story of the life that was my time

Beckoning to those that are still at war
Freedom is a bullet wound for the soul to finally soar.

Oh! Please set me free
My wish repeated instantly.

That same boy who ended all this pain 
They ended him his efforts never vain






Details | I do not know? | |

JUST REMEMBER

Just remember,
The look on my face as you turn to get on the plane.
Just remember,
The lone tear in my eye that signifies hope we'll soon be together.
Just remember,
The smile on my face shining bright with love for all.
Just remember,
To think of home once a day 'cause it will bring you closer to me.
Just remember,
That war is only a battle, and life is the victor.
Just remember,
That I am waiting for your return with your memory in my mind.
Just remember,
To let the tears fall when it's needed so you don't break apart.
Just remember,
That no matter how long you are gone, hope shines within us.
Just remember,
That no matter what happens, this war will bring you home.
Just remember,
That as you walk away, Your face remains a picture in my mind.
Just remember,
That no matter how many tears we cry, we will be together.
Just remember,
No matter how long you are gone, you will never be forgotten


Details | Free verse | |

The Raging War

The war rolls on
gasping for redemption
screaming for life,
but all that comes is 
wretched death
isolated in battles
publicized in lies
the raging war rolls on
as the fire
falls to the floor.


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled

how do i escape?
Dead in the night
What happened to the light?
Blueblack shades
Body drapped
Can this be alright?
What is way of right?
Piercing screams
How could this be?
Happen to me
Hollow inside
bloodied scars prove
no where to hide
alone, lost love
attempted flight, broken-winged dove
fall
Fall
Fallen
Angelic hope
None
Demonic presence abuse
What happened to the son?
Exploding beetle juice
Raping pleasures
How do i escape?


Details | Rhyme | |

Suffer Not The Little Children

Mercy, Mercy Lord above,
I am begging of you please,
I pray oh Lord that in your love,
you will, my pain and suffering ease.

Again oh Lord, Almighty one,
please listen to my pleading,
before all hope within me is gone,
please stop my people's bleeding.

Oh mighty one, for many days,
I have prayed to you to help me,
please use your divine and miraculous ways,
to save us, and bring back my daddy!

Oh mighty Lord of all mankind,
again I beg you to intervene.
Please my God, please don't be blind,
please see what all the world has seen.

The soldiers, they come every day,
they shell and shoot, and spare no one.
We try to hide, we all still pray,
but my faith in prayer has now gone.

So if you are there, can I ask,
a question, oh mighty invisible Lord?
Why do you never take to task,
those who live and rule by the sword?


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Final Disposition

I see the fields of ash
browned by the sun
the bodies laying in the field
but the war has not been won
my last gasp of air

I have clung to you
my salvation
for years and years
the darkness cannot spread I reason
it is almost here

I hear them calling now
“the war has just been won!” they say
a raw victory for my heart
the battle has just begun
on the horizon

The drumming of my heart
I call out in the rain
only one can hear
amidst the sounds of marching
the gates have opened…


Details | I do not know? | |

Our War

We are not yet free
For we have a war here
One more violent then I've ever seen
For our war is not with Iraq
But against one another
Violence a big crime
Drugs, killings, and abuse
Kids don't hardly play outside anymore
Someone tell me whats this world comeing to
A war that may never end
Over money, cheating, jealousy, and stupidity
Hey Mr. President why don't you fix this
Sad but true
Something the president can't seem to fix
The soliders can't fight this
We'll never win
This war at home tonight


Details | Free verse | |

Children of Babylon

Children of Babylon

There was Psalm
rose petals in the wake of March
the laughter of hells
the tears of lost Edens
the looming tyranny of kings
the voices falling as angels from 
the sights of God

And what reigned
in the stead of David and Solomon
were the children of Babylon
the beasts risen from the Coliseum’s womb
the savages who called themselves lords
and the whores
who touted their freedom before the world
as they bent knee
opened mouth
and pacified themselves
on the "phallacious" seed of the king’s rising scepter


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A Blue Morning In September

Look at the horizon,
What do you see?
A memorial to be built,
Where the Towers use to be.

Thousands of people
Went to work that day.
Hoping to make a difference
In some kind of way.

When the Towers were hit,
Americans arose.
Not concerned about the buildings
And the danger that they posed.

A few years have passed,
But the pain is still there.
America will never forget
What you've had to bare.

A blue morning in September,
Is when it all began.
We are One Nation Under God,
And together we will stand!


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Catastrophe

The selfish idea of man has brought,
Lot of catastrophe in this world,
The world war - I was a shameful trauma,
Killing each other in anguish aroma,
Then stopped the war after a 
Lots of disaster and drama.

Not a great deal of time has elapsed
That we forgot this sinful act,
And started again 
for a massive maneuver for another war
 – The II World War

It’s a war with big hue and cry,
Killing each other in a rampant rue,
Hitlar’s greed to grab the world power,
Made him to attack one after the other.

Then did the Americans a heinous crime,
To stop the war at the earliest possible time,
By dropping the atom bomb on Japan’s dine,
Killing and crippling 
The innocent in no time,
To strain its name in the 
History of humanity and mankind.

Then emerge a peace keeping body,
To stop fighting and hostility,
To create peace, mutual cooperation and brotherhood,
And make the world a better place for survival,
It’s the United Nations Organization –
The pious world body

The war is a massacre,
It’s a real catastrophe,
Snatching the life of the innocent,
Making millions of us cripple,
Putting us out of food, water and employment,
Fumbling the world with horror.


Details | Lyric | |

Hate You Now


I saw the news today

I'd like to know what the hell you're trying

I want to find away

to silence you, and stop all the dying

You think you're above the law

You'll send to die just as many as you want to

Damnedest thing I ever saw

the mess you've made doesn't even seem to daunt you

You spit in our eyes and say
I'm gonna hate you now

because you are more evil than I am

and I'm gonna hate you now

cause I hate your point of view

I'm gonna hate you now

cause daddy's so proud

and mamma's still crying

and I'm gonna hate you now

cause my God told me to
When will it ever end

You'd think you would have learned by now

and what about you my friend

could you please tell me how

How will we find our way

when the God you pray to is a fat cash cow

who'll stand up and say

This has got to end.

but you slap mommas face and say
I'm gonna kill you now

because you are more wicked than I am

and I'm gonna kill you now

cause I hate your point of view

I'm gonna kill you now

My daddy's so proud and momma keeps crying

and I'm gonna kill you now

cause my God told me to.

Manipulation games

and broken promises from long ago

You put out the Lady's' flame

You'll reap what you sew

The children have to pay

Old men, and old women too 

they just get in the way

of the bombs I drop on you

I'm gonna hate you now

because you've always hated me

I'm gonna hate you now

For all the oil that I've bought

I'm gonna hate you now

Cause hate is all I've got

How will you return 

all the lives that you have wasted

watch the babies burn

Say this will keep us free

I wish you'd drink the blood

I wish that I could make you taste it

You've never understood
and you refuse to see
You turn your back on God and say
I'm gonna kill you now

because you are more wicked than I am

and I'm gonna kill you now

cause I don't agree with you

I'm gonna kill you now

cause Daddy's so proud and Mama's still crying

and I'm gonna kill you now

cause killings what I do

When will it ever end

You'd think you would have learned by now

what about you my friend

could you please tell me why

why can't he see the sin

of worshiping that fat cash cow 

just look at the mess we're in

You're killing for a lie


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Innocents

In a war-torn town on a cold Christmas morn' two children huddle close trying to keep warm. They have asked for no presents, no toys of fun, just for the gift of life and the silence of the gun.


Details | Ballad | |

Babydoll

Trying to escape from it all I detach from reality Knowing my spirit will be Safe Too much torment have I gone through To know that this story is truly mine Cut me off no matter how much I'll always find a way To fight and survive your kingdom I'm the only thing you desire I'm the only thing you hate I'm the only thing you need I'm you little Babydoll In my mind there is a haven Only I can enter, but everyone else is there Its there I will find a new tactic To keep on living in your torment On the way home I'll die a few times But just to know I really lived I'll have to find a new way to bleed If I want to escape I'll have to loose myself Cut me off no matter how much I'll always find a way To fight and survive your kingdom I'm the only thing you desire I'm the only thing you hate I'm the only thing you need I'm you little Babydoll Cut me off no matter how much I'll always find a way To fight and survive your kingdom I'm the only thing you desire I'm the only thing you hate I'm the only thing you need I'm you little Babydoll


Details | I do not know? | |

Madness and Mayhem: The Truthful Lie

The smile on my face? Merely a facade
the truth is written in the lies
in an artificial world we belong
the faceless man, in a suit and tie,
whispers and I hear,
that he knows why I grin from ear to ear
but he doesn't care.
So on the clock ticks, bringing us closer to oblivion.
What could I do? But travel aimlessly behind him.
He leads me to a corridor, one that I have never seen before
then he tells me to extend my hand, and open the door
inside, stands a statue made from colorful clay
with a wave of his hand, it begins to decay
rainbows drip from a face once smiling.
I realize it's the image of me residing
and with a sad and heavy heart
we thus depart
back into the world of the organized genocide
with countless bodies floating in on the tide


Details | Senryu | |

We Will Remember Them

Dying for Freedom
American and British soldiers
Will be remembered

 

" Dedicated to the losses our countries are taking to fight for our freedom "
                                 Haiku or Senryu matters not


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war3.php


Details | Verse | |

september

he's lying right beside me
his breath is on my skin
his feet are tangled up with mine
he is where i begin

he's laced his fingers through my hair
his hands filled up with gold
he's brushed his lips across my cheek
his hand in mine i hold

he's inches from me sleeping
i'm awake in dark of night
a war is raging in my head
i've already lost the fight

he's lying right beside me
his body close as skin
his arms encircled round my waist
his touch warms me within

he's wound himself around me now
he's sighs and holds me near
he melds with me our bodies one
he's the only thing thats clear

i hold the moment to my chest
to slow time a little more
but in my head it is september
and he's taken my heart to war



Details | Ballad | |

Didiane Le Vie

 
I need to feed my hunger is never satisfied I need your attention please notice me My emotions are bare, so I crave yours 'Tis a painful obessesion that leaves me wanting more It goes on over and over Till I find my mark I'm synthetic and cold nothing inside Woe I am, is all I feel I'll try forever till im dead But I cannot be dead-- for only your blood will be shed Take away this horrid price But painful immortality doesn't fail I'm always on the hunt For a new host to feed You emotions are mine The sacred blood of life is all I need to survive I'm always in an enternal war To fill the painful obessesion Your attention and emotion is all I need Im the synthetic vampire I can't feel anymore I was made by a blood-thirsty whore Who wanted war and death All I wanted was to be real Only you are my mark I'll gain all your attention Capture your emotions Just love me even though I cant love A creature of the dark I was made to tear everything apart I'm always on the hunt For a new host to feed You emotions are mine The sacred blood of life is all I need to survive I'm always in an enternal war To fill the painful obessesion Your attention and emotion is all I need Im the synthetic vampire (love me and love me and love me and love me and love me and love me) I'm always on the hunt For a new host to feed You emotions are mine The sacred blood of life is all I need to survive I'm always in an enternal war To fill the painful obessesion Your attention and emotion is all I need Im the synthetic vampire


Details | Ballad | |

Where Do We Go From Here?

We don't mesh
Since we've been one flesh
We're never on good terms for long
As a matter of fact
One misheard word or act
Makes us conclude everything's wrong

And we don't click
Like the stones and sticks
That we've gathered from far and near
They've all been used
Now that we're battered and bruised
Where do we go from here...?

Why do we settle down
To settle for less or save face
By not waiting for true happiness?
Why do we put on a show
And act funny with each other,
Yet neither of us is laughing yet?

And why do we get confident
Seeing our strength and beauty,
Finally, from the words of a stranger?
And why do we stay together
While pushing ourselves apart?
Without mutual love we're in danger.

(Excerpts from the song Where Do We Go From Here?)


Details | Free verse | |

Sample price of Russians in Chechnya

More than 1,000 men, sometimes women
forced to clandestine detention centers.
Relatives mystified as to there whereabouts.
Some Russian troops bribed 
with money, weapons or ammunition.
Returning gave rise to evidence
of rape to both women and men,
constant beatings rendering broken bodies;
some with hammers.
One left with severe back injury,
another broken ribs 
giving rise to kidney issues.

Guards treating inmates cruelly
knowing their camps are illegal.
Unregistered, unsanctioned, unlawful,
no records kept of who's detained or where.

Where bodies have been found 
they usually bear scars of torture
and violent death, 
some unrecognizable - blown up.

Wealth of a family determines ransom
of kidnapped or arrested persons.
Only the death cave or torture chamber
awaits where money's not exchanged.
Knowing Chechen belief in funeral or burial
gave rise to a trade in corpses.
100 to 3,000 dollars paid for return.

Some 10,000 are missing
with possibly another 15,000 in refugee camps
conditions appalling.
Inadequate make shift shelters,
lack of food and clean water,
heating and essential basics.
Extortionate rents are charged
for those trying to relieve 
and avoid the over crowding.
Shelters are but empty trucks,
tents and railway carriages.
Humanitarian aid blocked,
and medical supplies limited,
Chechen people afraid 
for their male population -
loss of husbands, sons.
Children not permitted 
to attend schools.


Once out of money often returned
to war zones.
Their homes no longer there
places having been looted 
and under complete destruction.
Ongoing war takes its toll
bombings over 50,000 homes destroyed.
From 424 villages, 270 are gone.
Agricultural lands contaminated
by land mines and bombs
threatening the nations survival.


Mass graves uncovered,
200 corpses in one.
Arms and legs tied, blindfolded.
Signs of mutilation,
severed finger tips, stab wounds.
Broken bones, flayed body parts,
ears removed.
A body of a one year old child.
100 beheaded bodies in another.
Worse still some also had 
internal organs removed,
not knowing where those parts were destined, -
but assuming black market
for much sought after transplant.

War on terrorism used as an excuse
for what has taken place,
Putin trying to cover atrocities
that have already happened.
Continued abuse of a country
wounded by the years of war...


Details | Epic | |

Fallen the man is

Crimson shadows dancing down the wall.
Shadow figures raceing down the hall.
Screaming echos screaming into the emptiness of night.
Pools of red are gleaming in the beams of the moon light.

Oh to who may find me tell my wife my love
I've left this shell behind me gone to the lord above.


Details | Epic | |

Hidden Heros

They sit on blue benches
with foiled mask
What ever happened 
should dare not ask
paint chips away in 
more ways than one
as they sit and reflect 
in the mourning sun


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Cassandra's Capture

Pride goeth before a fall,
It shall be said, long after.

How well the phrase fits this Argive king,
Come far across the wine-dark seas
In his gleaming ships of war
To rape the wealth of other men's homes
All for the sake of a woman,
Or so it was said.

Here in the smoke of the ruins,
Behind the walls breached at the last by treachery,
- 10 years' bloodshed not enough to have battered them down -
Troy's temples lay sacked and belching fumes for incence,
And here he comes, blazing in bronze and puffed with pride,
To claim you, as his rightful prize alone!
You,
Whom even the gods respect.

Mad you are, and blissfully so.
Yours eyes, flashing in your mantic states
See farther and more truly than those
Of any other mortal.

You know the things to be all too well,
And for this were cursed with a great gift of prophecy
Forever doomed to fall upon deaf ears.

But today the curse becomes the gift it should have been,
If to see a proud victor's doom
Riding hard upon his heels, he all unknowing
Be any comfort to the defeated.

He takes you to his death and your own besides,
Mistaking the darkness of your smile
For the resignation of the lost.

He bears home with you the fall of all his house,
And many of these proud ones shall join you both
In Hades' cold halls ere long has passed.

So bid your mother not despair
To see you taken and treated so lowly;
Bid her to rejoice in your ravings,
Tell her to raise the torch and call on Hymen
To bless and seal this doom
Which has been set to avenge your righteous dead
Who fell beneath these now so hollow walls.
Exhort her not to weep for her mad daughter,
Who, in being made concubine to this beast
Weds high indeed in final truth,
As through this match she goes to a god,
And he the one most truly feared.

The torchlight flashing
Like starlight in your rolling eyes!
Your beauty as you whirled there,
Absorbed in frenzied grief
Became a sight before which divinity trembled!

And your broken people smiled in pity for your,
Eyes full and dimmed with tears.

Yet is is enough, perhaps, for you alone to know
As you are carried off across the lashing seas 
To the enemy land,
The flames of your dead city
Lighting the night's horizon,
Holding in your heart the bittersweet truth none would believe,
You commune with the Eternal,
Bearing gall and misery
To an arrogant fool.



Details | Rhyme | |

Yellow


                  You whose passion for pleasures of all kind
                        Have deafened the ears and blinded the eyes
And those who can hear and see have jaundiced mind
          Endure the yellow corpses of men with hovering flies

The orchards, the blossom, the evergreen trees
           Their faces beaming with enchanting delight
             Deluded by the kiss of the spring breeze
             For, in autumn, the greenery takes its flight

The yellow autumn, the uninvited guest
 With its cold hands and fiery gaze
To devour its prey with enraptured zest
Sharpening its claws in hiding lays

The yellow faces stricken with despair
     The living corpses, deprived of all need
    Grief their destiny, woes their share
Are living embodiments of society’s greed

           Will the mighty hands of tyrants relent?
           And let the destiny of the oppressed change
You lustful souls! With hands on tyranny bent
     Allow the colour of fates to broaden their range

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Details | Free verse | |

The War Within

Glide Slowly, For Life Is Endless
Lifless Image
Pricless Sentence.
Ive Tried To Finish My Last Canvas Of Art
The Sky's The Limit,  Black Bandage For Hearts
Hearts? I Can Stand If Im Arched
So, I Use My Back For Support
Imagine That I Cant Relax
The Music Seperates My Ora
My Story Book
Graphic As War.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Lonely Soldier

This soldier believes our country is worth fighting for
So after September 11th,
He joined the Marine Core

He left behind his wife and two kids
Knowing that he couldn’t leave his wife
Without giving her one last kiss. 

The lonely soldier, fought hard and true,
But when he called her that night,
He found that there was something in her voice that was new.

This lonely soldier
Couldn’t believe what he heard,
He realized that she was gone, that he’ll never be able to hold her.

They say war takes Courage and Pride,
But there is a greater war that takes place, greater than a war between any two 
countries,
The War is Love, and Love can take you on one hell of a ride.

This ride can take you up; it can bring you to the greatest time of your life
But this ride can also go down,
Making you want to just leave, make you want to grab a knife.

So for all of us lonely soldiers out there,
Before you get on this crazy ride known as love,
Make sure that you leave her with a kiss, tell her you’ll always be by her.
And say you’ll miss her like the morning sun.


Details | Ballad | |

VICTORY IS IS A VAIN WORD

The silent battlefield has drawn its armorial...
no smoke rising from weapons so unsurpassable;
bodies lying on the bloody grass;
some writhing, many lifeless!

One nation has risen against  another nation...
with the plausible thought that one
will subdue the other and conquer;
but the losses on both sides seem an equal share!

Victory is a vain word,
if it hasn't considered or honored
its noble purpose through peace;
many lives could have been spared...
turning their worth over an unjudicial conscience,
and rid itself of a costly vengeance!

Those daughters and sons will not return to their mothers,
and an acute pain will perforate their helpless hearts;
and they could have become great minds and leaders:
and with their death, their thoughts have perished with their dreams!

Victory is a vain word,
smeared on dead faces that look upright...
for that mercy and compassion the enemy did't give;
they may be dead in body, but not in the spirit!
Look !  I see them walking with God,
who will give them another life for their firm belief! 

Belligerence is the outcome of rampant hatred,
and Man will become a beast in order to accomplish it...
without regard and pity,not compromising, 
but scheming with an uncontrollable wrath!

Now their voices aren't shouting,and their hands
are still stained with unwashable blood;
nightmares are the visitations of demons
who complement their minds with a cruel reward:
victory has lost meaning and ardor ,
nothing can bring them to a calm shore!


Details | Rhyme | |

The War

I have an older brother that was
sent to fight in the war
And they sent him home a stranger
my brother was no more.
We used to be the best of friends
we used to be so close,
but that part of him stayed overseas
the part I miss the most.
He said that nothing can be done for him
no matter what they do,
so all I can do is just pray for him
and hope God can pull him through..


Details | I do not know? | |

Left Handing on a string (2005)

Since she left this world, everything went dim
Family broke away and he was left in a pool where he couldn’t swim
As a lonely child no one offered a single hug 
Siblings fight for resources like a war of tug
Fathers love was nil 
Only a hand ready to batter and kill
Brothers let loose on a war field
Hard times now only you’re back to shield
Have you ever seen a rose amongst weeds?
You are that rose that grew up from a broken seed
Your mother’s love is what was holding you on a string
I wish I was there so I could take you under my wing


Details | Rhyme | |

Out On Me

Take it out on me,
Scream it in my face.
Show me what I can't see,
Whatever it is, I will embrace.

Don't you worry your pretty little head.

People want you to fall,
Turn your back instead.
You can only stand tall,
Don't believe the lies you are fed.

Don't let it be too much.

Come sit over here,
Go ahead and punch it out.
There is nothing you should fear,
Don't let them fill you with doubt.

Why not take it out on me?

Trust me, I am strong.
I can handle your rants,
No matter how many or how long,
I will keep my stance.

So take it out on me.


Details | Acrostic | |

Trouble Mind

Tick Tock Tick Tock
Racing around like the hands of a clock.
Oscillating about with no rhyme nor reason.
Undoubtedly attempting to control me.
Banking on immediate changes
Laughing as you make me scream
Emphatically forcing yourself upon me 

Mystifying my decisions as only you can
Instilling uncertainty and definitely hesitation
Never looking back to lend a hand
Doing as you wish hoping I understand.


Details | Concrete | |

MY PLEA

I ASK................WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS? 

FOR WHAT CAUSE DO I DWELL WITH THIS MENTAL SICKNESS 
(NIGHTMARES). 

I HAVEN'T SLEPTED THROUGH THE NIGHT IN OVER 16 YEARS. 

FOR SO LONG I'VE BEEN ROAMING, SEARCHING THIS LAND OF NOD, TRYING 
TO FIND THE ANSWERS. 

I'VE TRIED TO PLEAD MY CAUSE AND EXPLAIN MY SUPPLICATIONS TO MEN 
OF GOD BUT NO ONE WOULD HEAR ME. 

I'VE REACHED OUT TO FAMILY, FRIENDS, ASSOCIATES AND STRANGERS 
BUT NONE WOULD HAVE ME. 

NOW I CAN PRAY NO LONGER. 

WHEN I USED TO PRAY, I ONLY ASKED TO BE RETURNED TO MY DAYS OF 
OLD. 

THE DAYS BEFORE MY INNOCENCE WAS STRIPPED AWAY, BEFORE MY 
MOTHER HANDED ME OVER TO FATE, BEFORE THOSE WHO CLAIMED THEY 
LOVE ME, SHOWED IT THROUGH SEXUAL ACTS AND PHYSICAL BEATINGS 
THROUGHOUT MY CHILDHOOD. 

I TRY EVERY SECOND OF THE DAY TO FORGET. 

ONLY WHEN IT'S TIME TO SEEK REST, I RELIVE THIS HORROR EVERY NIGHT. 

THESE HELLISH DREAMS HAVE TAKEN HOLD OF ME. 

NOW I STAND ALONE. 

THERE IS A BEAST THAT RAGES WITHIN AND HIS NAME IS ANGER. 

IN MY LEFT HAND THERE IS A CUP THAT HOLDS THE TEMPTATION OF 
REVENGE. 

TO SEEK THE TOTAL DESTRUCTION OF THOSE WHO CAUSED HARM UNTO 
ME AND IN MY RIGHT HAND, THERE IS A CUP OF REASONING. 

TO FORGIVE THOSE FOR THEIR FAULTS AND TRANSGRESSIONS AGAINST 
ME. 

THE CHOICE BETWEEN GOOD AND EVIL, HELL OR RIGHT ARE HARD TO 
MAKE. 

I AM WHAT YOU WOULD CALL DAMAGED GOODS. 

NO GOOD THING WILL EVER COME OF ME. 

THE STIGMATISM FROM MY PAST WON'T ALLOW ME TO FULLY BE OF 
RIGHTEOUSNESS. 

I'VE BEEN PRETENDING FOR SO MANY YEARS TRYING TO BE SOMETHING 
THAT I'M NOT. 

NOW THE PICTURE/ MY FUTURE IS CLEAR. THIS IS MY REVELATION 
(TRUTH) , MY STORY, MY BEGINNING, LEADING UP TO MY DAYS OF 
END...............


Details | I do not know? | |

Wounded

America has been wounded
with a stinging to our hearts
So many lives were taken
so many families torn apart
Mothers withour their children
sons and daughters missing fathers
Fathers missing sons and daughters

America has been wounded
with a stabbing to our back
Somewhere out of no where
four speeding hijacked planes
Crashing into buildings
leave nothing but remains
Terrorists attacked our nation
faceless cowards with no names

America has been wounded
with a numbing to our minds
Heroes desperately searching
for some signs of life
Americans pulling together
helping others through their strife

America has been wounded
but we are still ALIVE


Details | Free verse | |

After

After the shatterings, the fires.
After the fires, the darkness,
And with the darkness, the heartless cold.
After the dark and the cold
Had confirmed their dominion of the world,
Their ministers, Fear and Silence
Made their home among the remnants.

After communication was rejected
And the art of diplomacy lost,
After tolerance got dropped by the wayside
And predjudice battened fat on the tasteless fruits of ignorance,
We cast aside the desire for progress
Choosing instead to believe in shadows we built of nothing
Firmly set in one another's minds
Until at last the day came when we said,
"Let us purge the world of anyone who claims it.
Let us see they inherit the dust."

We assured one another of destruction,
Founding security on a glass sheet of terror
That shuddered beneath us
And weighted our illusion of safety
With load on load of suspicion.

No voice rose in protest, though the danger was clear to all.
We believed our leaders knew better than we,
Doubt was a weakness
Disbelief, heresy.

So we skated on thin ice a long while,
Until at last it broke, and dropped us through the Nightmare Moments
When the planet itself trembled beneath us
While Civilization slew itself,
The work of millenia scattered like chaff.

All that was left
After the horror faded
Was this ragged chaos
Through which we, bit players left wandering the stage
Drift, lost and desperate, until the curtain falls.

We sit and sift ashes for memories,
Splinters of things that once held meaning.

Journeying the cold wilderness of our making
The landscape of walking, murmuring dead
Nobility of soul becomes a luxury all desire
And none can afford.

     Last night I heard four horses approach
    Down the broken highway out of the ruins.
    Beside it I thought I saw Dante's ghost weeping
    And knew that now, madness is a gift.

    I joined the others gathered by a feeble hearth
   Guttering in the bones of a building.
   We dined together on the hollow flesh of emptiness.
   From cups of salt we drank our tears.


Details | I do not know? | |

Oxygen

Covered
I feel smothered
Every time I turn around
Someone is there to take my breath away.

A little time, just one more second.
Another reason to be near.
Another part of me taken.

I need my time, I need my space.
Both forces work against each other
and I’m caught in the middle.

There is no pity on me, just
so someone else is happy.

The tectonic plates continue to
grind together, while I’m
turning to dust.

It’s almost like a game.  Life 
is getting out of control. My
batteries need recharged,
but the outlet is not
able to be found.

How could two people who
‘care’ so much about me
knowingly or unknowingly
make me so miserable?

Both with the same wants
and desires, trapped me in
the middle. Pushing away
to breathe.

Things are becoming dark.
This war I’m caught in. I 
am miserable in all my
happiness.

No one seems to understand.
Not even me.
The Civil war for my heart.
Is it about me anymore?
My understanding and confusion grow daily, as does my pain.

My need for breath
Wanting to sustain life.
What is time?
I need to be.
Oxygen, Oxygen, Oxygen


Details | ABC | |

1 week

Tonite, I told my Moma
what I won't tell anyone else
what I would never admit
but to only myself
I'm tired of makin these words fit
so
I'm just gonna lay it out to the world
but not, I just can't, not where I sit
OK
see, I'ma gonna take a little time off
smoke cigerettes, sweat, cry
maybe go tanning
watch movies
Don't nobody else need to know why
OK
I will be ok 
I got some splainin to do
got get it right again
sew my thoughts together
the way I used to do
OK honey
Gotta be me again
Gonna go thru my bootcamp
gonna get it my own face



Details | Rhyme | |

Another Day Passes

Another day passes
Another day he is gone
Taken from his loved ones
From the place where he belonged

He should be at their side
With his kids and his wife
Another casualty of war
The waste of another life

In front of his marble headstone
The grass wetted by her tears
She lies down saying i miss you
And i will love you for all my years

Our twins will always remember you
For i will tell them every day
Your words they will never hear
But i will say to them, what you would say

   Look after your mother
   And you mother will look after you
   For i will be looking down
   Through clouds and skies of blue

   Always be there for her
   And she will be there for you
   Family love will be your bond
   In future years it will see you through

Many days have passed
Our twins have grown with pride
We all miss you so much my darling
For you were always by our sides




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-2.php


Details | Ballad | |

He Put Himself To Rest

 Darkness hems the battlefield
As the fury rages on
With armor, sword, and shield
These soldiers weigh a ton.

They fight for many days
They fight for many nights
And each soldier falls and lays
After fighting for his rights.

There is nothing they can do
But hope they do not die
And maybe make it through
To say their last goodbye.

This war will never end
Until only one man stands
Losing his best friend
With blood upon his hands.

When the tragic war is  done
And the hatred has been ceased
One man stands alone
Prevailing like a beast.

Wandering down the field
Among all the fallen knights
With armor, sword, and shield
Blood-stained by the fights.

This hero wonders why
A battle can begin
When everyone would die
Leaving no man to win.

After all this thought
After losing every friend
Death is what he sought
From the loss he could not mend.

In his hand he took his sword
And pushed it through his chest
And without another word
He put himself to rest.


Details | Rhyme | |

war

Weapons blasting all through the night
All dying for their country is worth the fight
Raging on and on into the night


Details | I do not know? | |

Given A Break (angel of sadness)

If we lost our lives for every mistake we made
We wouldn't make mistakes
So I'mma give them a break
Some say my soul may perish in flakes
So for now I'mma cherish these blue lakes
Later I'mma give them a break
You living right, Die any given night
Dig up your corpse, no remorse
Mistake for mistake
Now I'mma give em a break

I script my soul, this uncherished life on blank disc
Lie killed, smothered by the only blanket this fire missed
Taken by the same barrell you kissed
Come back in twenty years if your truly missed
U.P.D harrassing me
Patting me down, chestising me
Claiming they smell marijuana
Different topic if you choose to sell at a beach in Laguana
I've never puffed a blunt
Never gripped a new port 
Should I ever bluff a stunt
But I got better things to do than sue the courts
Duck tape ankles to knees
Hands to thighs
Let their flesh dangle in ease so simple to please
No demands, my spand to die
Pulled me over nine times in seven days
Twice in ten minutes
Stressed my shoulders, I'mma define crime, murder, each in in eleven ways
Roll the dice, darkness begins
Uniformed body's being pulled up by janitors and tenants
I work my anus off, literally I work it off
Taking 17 hours, working 3 jobs 
70 hours of production a week
For this promise I will keep
Your nightmares 
Are preminitions of me coming for you during sleep


Details | Free verse | |

CIVAL WAR

CIVAL WAR
Men turned against men war fighting killing hate multiplying until Death ruled the 
hearts of men carried over into Cowboys days of fighting killing and hate ruling 
the hearts of men again taking hate to the new extreme of violence wins the 
hearts of men again have you shined your shoes today mon capitan
have you ruled the words you speak yet have you grabbed the weapons of 
destruction using them on the prisoners of Jesus is your coat a faded blue 
turned gray is your trousers striped with yellow for the coward still in you
moving horses without food the horses soon become the food of men the stink 
is wrong the meat does not keep men alive just bodies full of flies the war was 
over long ago the winner was the Satanic Host and no one has an answer or a 
prayer of cival war to come again the battle flag is raised and it is full of holes as 
men are turned against the men of war.


Details | I do not know? | |

We Cry

We cry for freedom
We cry for peace
We cry for this war to end
We cry for the lives lost through this struggle
We cry to hope it never began
We cry for the days gone by and by
For the soldiers who fought with both bravery and pride
We cry for all those sleepless nights
In hopes that they'll find a peace of mind
We cry fo the ones who were captured in battle
We pray they're not ours, but all hope rests in vein
We cry for the memories of our fellow soldiers
We cry for their return back home
We cry for the ones who wish to be saved
We cry for their fears and hopes to be brave
We cry for the pain that we can't feel
And just to imagine just seems so unreal
We cry that our hearts would understand
But then we realize we're only one man
We've cried and cried so many tears
For this war to end, we cry even still


Details | Quatrain | |

War Bride

She waits for him with baited breath.
May a messenger not bring any news.
She hopes for the best, can’t wait to see.
He’s her life, she has everything to lose.

May a messenger not bring any news
from the front lines, telling of his demise.
She knows in her heart, he shall return.
A telegram would surely tell lies.

She hopes for the best, can’t wait to see
her gentleman walk through her door.
Now, she waits for him to return one day,
the soldier, the man she adores

He’s her life, she has everything to lose.
She’d be done, if he was not to return.
But, down deep inside, she knows he’s alive
For his presence, she’ll wait, and yet yearn.


Details | Lyric | |

Guts, God, & Glory

            
A tribute to the women and men who fought and died and never received their 
just honors or glories.
   And to the mommas and daddies that lost these children, this is their stories.
To say the least war is hellish, ghoulish, and sometimes the last resort to settle 
irreconcilable differences.
   For it’s during these times the devil is let loose to wander freely, disguised as a 
mighty leader is just one way he can alter his many appearances.
War is always given a just and noble cause, but I often wonder sometimes how 
much truth is in all of that.
   What it really boils down to is that someone is trying to push their ways or ideas 
on you and it eventually leads to combat.
So what do you do when you are challenged with these issues.
   Pray to God for wisdom, seek strength, and courage, and hand momma the 
tissues.
It’s always our children who are the first line of defense against these causes of 
war.
   Freedom has never come cheap, and that is the only explanation you can give 
someone who loses a loved one on some foreign shore.
Could be we might be praising budda while eating that bowl of fish eyes and rice.
   Had that son or daughter of ours not paid the ultimate price.
War should never be condoned but used only as a necessary tool.
   Only for God and country should it ever be used and never allowed in the hands 
of a fool.
So I thank God for my country, and bless the ones that had to fall.
   Where would we be if these brave men and women had not answered the call.
   


Details | I do not know? | |

Brothers in Arms

Many years it took to create such an unbreakable bond
The memories we’ve created, ones I will always hold fond
A brotherly love that grew swiftly, no one is able to sever
Even with our diverse minds, we are the best friends ever

Anywhere we can be, we will carry these treasures proudly
Distance between us will never silence, we’ll scream loudly
To show the strength of us, even separated no one compares
In our parted ways, I plead so for your safety in my prayers

You may be away fighting a war that should not exist there
Deep inside you never left, but you being there just isn’t fair
Your family anxiously awaits your return with open hearts
A new life is ahead, when this war is over, is when it starts

I remember the days we spent without a care, we just had fun
I look at us now, my words are my weapon, yours is that gun
Back then we searched for everything that defined who we are
Now our souls are intact, we no longer have to wish upon a star

You may be far away from me, but the memories will remain
Thinking of our crazy times, acts that others will label insane
That’s who we are, two men with two unforgettable charms
And we will forever be, always best friends, brothers in arms


Details | Epic | |

War Archaic

On scribbled parchment, sanguine letters writ in blood
Of hidden tales, broken pages smeared with mud
An unknown soldier, his blood he lie
With glint of sword, his death is nigh
A scar on the body, an ache in the heart
Blades in the dark, cut his chest apart
In his sorrow, with his dying breath
He called to his dearest Elizabeth
For never again would he see her face
‘Twould be here he died, this abysmal place
The war had begun, some fifty years hence
This soldier unknown fought for a sixpence
His gentle soul ripped by the horrible conflict
That artists of the gilded age could never quite depict
On the field of valor, were armies a’massing
‘Twas nought but bodies as sign of their passing
The head of the line led a cavalry charge
As arrows shot past, betwixt shield and targe
With iron-forged pikes upwardly thrust
To satisfy the wicked Gods’ bloodlust
Cries in anguish rang out cold as steel
Sheering flesh from bone, with fanatic zeal
With each death, came a tear fell from Heaven
The forgotten soldier, unidentified number eleven
Which side won the battle could not be told
Such death and carnage, history alone could be so cold
Through passage of time and the set of the sun
Came the dawn of a new age, the era of the gun
A weapon of such power that no armor can shield
That strikes such fear that the courageous yield
Could the forgotten soldier have known this to pass
How could he foresee land mines and poison gas
This is what we make of the cause he died for
To repeat the same mistakes, to continue his war
With a whimper or a scream, how does Humanity end
An unjust war on the horizon, on you it will depend...


Details | I do not know? | |

Burgandy Stains (undisclosed heros)

they die for you
at night, alone, they cry from your noose
infants born starving on your military base
Usually lawyers marvel at these various cases
Still they die for you
Faced down in the devils tears
Last goodbyes from your noose

Like a soldier
To be your hero is their responsiblity
Bury your dehydrated ruins beneath that boulder
Move along swiftly, maintain, your agility
Rest your head amongst this heated, sunbeded sand
The only purity our lucifer may ever release
Seems you have fallen victim to an unleaded hand
When sincere to be, is your only peace
Will you protect us
When we try you
Will you hang for our neglected trust
You have been trained and suited to kill
Yet when you kill
It becomes a recruited appeal to a soldiers will
Tell me does it hurt
To leave on a conquest to serve your nation
Yet upon your return
Greetings, and welcome home's are in great hesitation
Now you stand before the same individuals that sent you to war
Only here on your soil have you become a convict for cruetly 
These common acts of defending your life's declining bar
Don't you just love the way congress decieves it's people,
Betrays it's army
Feeds herione to infants through disinfected needles
When I'm dead and gone nothing you do can harm me

Poetry soup, they die for you
At night, alone, they cry from your noose
Yet you convict them, crimes of war
Our red and white stripes 
Beginning to fade burgandy amongst the stars

If no one else is here for you
Like our soldiers 
I'll stand and remain fragile 
At times that I crearly cannot win


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Aztec Ethics

At the museums, we shudder
In vicarious delight
At the spectacle of the Aztecs:
A high culture founded on human sacrifice.
All the while not seeing -
Because we don't want to -
That the cult has never died;
Only the name of the god has changed.

Now we reverentially bow the knee
Within private cells
Before the votive flames
Of the flickering cathode ray tube
In service to the great god TECH,
The Iron Form That Has No Face.

He sends the rain of bombs on foreign soils
That we may reap Renewed Economy,
Answering their madness with our own.
He sends the check, that our children may eat,
While others' learn to scream at the sound of planes.

Yes - We see The Need.
Yes - We understand The Reasons.

But we don't have to like it.
Our revulsion, at least, we can still call our own.

What the hell - this time, let's do the honors ourselves.
Let every mother, father, sister, brother, child and friend
Of tomorrow's "Disposable Resources"
Take a knife from the withered hand of one of TECH's
Decrepite four-star priests,
Plunge it deep and cut,
Rip our own hearts from our breasts
And hold bear them beating before us in our outstretched hands,
Marching en masse to his temple,
Staggering down his sanitized audience hall,
More and more crowding to the doors,
And lay the bleeding mound of them at his feet.

And on that day,
Let the Heartless meet the Faceless and scream as One:
'IS THIS ENOUGH?"
'IS THIS ENOUGH?"


Details | Ballad | |

Our Pain

I've seen many horrible things
I have nightmares, no pleasant dreams
I'm reminded of my past
Everytime I go to sleep

You don't know the burdens I have
The demons that are deep inside of me
I'm crying out inside & asking
Can someone please help me

I have no mother, no father, no family
They were all strippped from me
I was left to defend for myself
So how do you want me to be

My country is at war, there will be no peace
There is no food, children starving, not enough to eat
They gave us guns & threw us in the streets
With arms wide open, our destiny's we greet

The government came in to intervene
They promised us a new life
And took us to a new land
Where we still don't have enough to eat

A new jungle, a new war, new streets
A new contest in which to compete
You got to be tough and have a heart of steel
Or you'll be like everyone else in crack hill

They say go to school and find a dream
Get an education and enjoy being free
We'll give you help and support
We'll provide what you need

But all I see is poverty, blood, sweat, and tears
We sell goods at stands, at a good fare
But they just walk past our booths
Snickering their noses in the sir

But our men are the same as your men
And like your women, our's shed tears
Our children may be darker in color
But they still have the same fears

So I sit back and ask myself
How much better is this life
I silently answer the question
Nothing's changed, I'm still fighting for my life

You don't know my struggles
You choose not to see my pain
you just live your priveliged life
And assume I don't need the same

So here we are still standing alone
Swallowing our fears and hiding our tears
Trying to find faith and showing our strength
While believing we'll be free someday


Details | Rhyme | |

Aim Your Goals

They are poor,
Being good for sure,
They can't see the real world,
In their dream world;
They are always smart,
With their smooth heart
They are unhappy,
As their life became a floppy.
They are always with fear,
As their eyes has only tear;
They are mens,
Who dont know to write with pens
They are childrens,
Who dont know to count even tens.
They can eat,
When they are in the streets,
They even beg,
For a egg;
They walk in the streets,
Even when the sun heats
They have no wealth,
And only a little health.
They are not blessed by god,
Even though they work like a rod;

They have ambition,
Even in this condition;
And about us,
We are blessed;
We have eyes,
We can see;
We have mouth,
We can shout,
We should live together,
Even in a changing weather.
We should have a good role 
And a good goal;
Aim, get the fame,
Win the game and get a good name.



Details | Free verse | |

Be Nosey

Out on our streets,
the war goes on,
teens so confused,
thinking they are grown.
Lurking out there,
is the devils brew,
who does he target,
it is our youth.
Parents are suspecting,
something seems strange,
who are these people,
tell me some names.
Once drug in,
they can't drag out,
this is where parents,
must not nap.
Hire someone,
find out names,
we must beat drugs,
this is our country's shame.
Prisons are flowing,
the problem is growing,
parents not knowing,
we must show them.
Visit downtown,
they have a place,
report what you know,
it's not too late.

Thank you Karen, this problem can't be ignored.
When I read your poem, "The Other Mom",
it broke my heart..


Details | Ode | |

Old Warrior

Old warrior, in the bar...
Sips on his small, warm beer...
It's still 1943 to him...
And inside he still holds fear...
The world hanging on the edge,
Of uncertainty....
What the future held,
No one could see....

Served his country,
Of that he's proud....
Seems no one any longer cares...
And his fellow warriors are now,
Above the cloud...
Soon he'll climb those stairs...

Vanishing like dinosaurs,
This American-Spartan hero...
Has little left to do...
Ask him about World War II,
He'd be glad he met you...

To show interest
In his sacrifices...
His wounded memories...
His changed life...
His long dead buddies,
His long dead wife...

His mate long gone,
He stares blindly at the TV,
Dressed in the poverty he lives
No one can get inside his head,
Save those so long dead...

He has nothing else to do
Be home alone, with old address books,
Of all his long dead friends,
Photos meaningless,
Except to him,
Time has cheated him,
By leaving him here
In the lonely bar, so dim...

Struggling to make ends,
Six dollars on the bar,
The past in the air,
At home he never cooks,
He just no longer seems to care....

Cigarette smoke in the air,
A forbidden pleasure now,
No one seems dare...
Used to be normal,
Things have changed so,
But not our old warrior,
He'll be the last of his kind
To go...

If today is his last,
That's just fine with him....
His future days will be the same...
The final die is cast.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Cost Of Doing Business

Planes crash...
Cheaper to kill
Than fix a problem
That costs $600 a plane
Do you think our values are ill?
Are we all just insane?

Wrong prescription filled
Patient dies...
Pardon us,
The fault merely lies
In cheaper employees
Training incomplete,
Cost of correcting??
Well then,
We couldn't compete!!

Substandard gear
For military use....
Saves us billions...
Are you obtuse??
How else can we pay
$800 a toilet seat
$350 for a hammer....
We must compete!!!
For every budget dollar...
We'll never get enough
Why is it you holler??
Ain't you seen our stuff???

We must absorb the cost,
Of each General's
chest of medals...
And ribbons and staff cars
are expensive
And our supplier only
peddles,
The finest Admiral's uniforms
And that you can
easily tell,
We put to sea some warships,
That don't work quite so well

But it looks good on paper,
Who'd dare attack us now??
We've got the finest
of everything...
But, then, again, just how...
Can thousands die in
Manhattan
We fired not a shot
And the bastards
Who are responsible,
Their bill to us
"Paid", they've not.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Fallen'

Rounds are fired,
The young soldier falls,
Young no more,
Forward into a rice paddy,
The silence is eerie
Ten thousand miles away,
His mother senses,
A long, long wait for her,
Her tears will make an ocean,
His girlfriend cries,
From unknown emotion,

Twenty years from now,
Will anyone remember him?
Why he was there,
Where is he now?

Elsewhere a weathered grave marker,
Strips the dead of their identity,
Doesn't seem to matter,
No one will come to see

Billions die such pointless deaths
In hopes they've made a difference
And done a duty,
So ill defined,
To drift into the past,
Away from time...

Away from reasons,
They will never understand,
Nor many of us,
In this great land.


Details | Narrative | |

Bring Them Home

I can still see his face in the early light,
as he boarded his plane for that fatal flight.

Kisses being thrown from a window so far,
taking him from me, back to that war.

On the drive home, I thought to myself,
of his boyhood days, and then I wept.

I had him back for  just a few short weeks,
never expecting a heart full of grief.

Somebody do something, get them out of there,
I'm beginning to think, no one cares.

Imagine for a moment,  just take a little time,
your loved one fighting in a country so blind.

Barbaric actions from the enemy within,
friend fighting friend , and next of kin.

I think it is time to bring them home,
"we can't change others, that's their home."



Details | Narrative | |

IN A POPPY FIELD

In a poppy field.... 
Before the Great War 
Children danced and played... 
In bright colours.... 
That I saw 

The mud churned.... 
Men ,dead 
Men, dying 
Men, bleeding and raw 
Men, crying 
Men, aimlessly led 
Guns, firing, 
in the bright colours that I saw 

Vast regiments.... 
Disappearing in the light.... 
Gone forever.... 
It made no sense 
The wasted men.... 
Gone in to the night 

In a poppy field.... 
After the Great War 
No one danced.... 
No one came.... 
Men, 
With no name 
Sealed.... 
In a trench.... 
In France 

Such despair.... 
In a field of such colour 
I felt it there.... 

The War.... 
To end all wars.... 
In a poppy field 
Where children played 
Bright colours..... 
In a poppy field 
There lay.... 
The hearts of men 


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Dear God

Dear God
I know you hear my crying
From deep in the night
I really am trying
To make right
I'm awake in my bed just there lieing
To prepare for this battle I must fight
The war best know as my life
And how sometimes I don't want to get through the day
Let alone the night
And I must find the strength, the might
To once again regain sight
Of what awaits for me ahead
Some of those things I know I will dread
But moments must go on
Time soon will be lost and gone
Will I still be standing all alone

Dear God
I know you've seen my tears
You know about all my fears
Some have stuck around for years
Why oh why can't everyone still be here
Why did I  let everyone important to me disappear
I long for all my kids and him to be near
Family and friends that are held in my heart that are so dear
But I take what I got it's not everyone, but it's a lot
I can't have it all
So I need to stop hitting that brick wall
I can't always seem to pick myself up from that fall

Dear God
I know you listen to my pleas
Of how I could make time freeze
Go back to when I was young
Capture the feelings from the past
Toss out what I've become
And make the love I want to give last
I have to dig my way out of this hole
I need to capture what is left of me
I need to re-capture my soul
And again take control
I need that little spark
When all around me is getting dark

Dear God
I know I seem to ask a lot
But right now I have to
Use everything I know to do
Cause it's all I got
Battles to be won
And some to be lost
But all the fights will be fought
Even when I have no strength
And want to give in
Because I know better than anyone
This war with myself I may not always win
But is will also probably never end


Details | Narrative | |

In Harms Way

Their mission at hand , can't be defined,
sent far away leaving loved ones behind.

Streets patrolled every minute of the day,
a land of bloodshed, a society in disarray.

Killed or wounded the reports come in,
as more are recruited, and trained to defend.

Tears keep falling every minute of the day,
as families bow their heads to pray.

A wise woman I'm not, but who is these days,
when they send more, and more in the middle of harms way.

God bless our soldiers, and bring them home,
this war we are in, has been going on too long.


Details | Couplet | |

Hour Glass

Time in a bottle.  
We run full throttle.
Trying to catch what we cannot see. 
Wanting and longing for what we know can never be.
He watches me as i move across the room.
His face full of excitement and a little doom.
His eyes are like fire in the night.
His hands scorch while they soothe away fright.
We know we have only a moment before the door is locked with no key.
They will come again and carry him out to sea.
We watch from our tight embrace as the sand falls.
Our love and passion is put on hold whenever duty calls.
His touch and presence is ripped away like a child from the womb.
But when we are together i am his to consume.
No part of me is left untouched or with out his kiss.
He finds my secrets as my breath is forced from me with a hiss.
He holds me close and shows me his love.
My hand fits in his like a warm winter glove.
He whispers softly in my ear.
He wouldn't want to be anywhere else but here.


Details | Free verse | |

She'll Wait

Within her hands
she carried
a single red rose,
a gift from someone
so long ago.
The petals
have faded in color
but with some care
and craftsmanship
were able to stay
on the stem
and remain for view.
It had lost its scent,
but yet she breathed in,
smiling as often
as she possibly could.
It had been a year
since she received
his letter,
but yet she walks
carrying his rose;
her dream.
She can feel
her soldier
will one day return,
until then
this rose
is her reminder
of their love.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

His final breath

(This is a fictional poem)

On one terrifying day in Vietnam my friend was shot.
Most people would've been afraid to die but he was not.
I held him as he took his final breath.
It broke my heart to witness his death.
Before he died, he asked me to look after his wife and kids.
When I came home, that's exactly what I did.
I've given his family moral support over the years.
I've comforted them every time they've shed their tears.
I'm not sure if a broken heart can ever fully mend.
They lost a great father and husband and I lost my best friend.


Details | Rhyme | |

When My Time Comes


Doing my soldier's duties,
unaware of the time, I have.
Just beginning, a ordinary day,
working with my fellow staff.

Going through, the familiar motions,
assuming all will be the very same.
Suddenly a change begins to occur,
not knowing, who is, to take the blame.

For my life, is now, in the imbalance,
the fight for spirit, to live or be free.
When the battle begins, to truly unravel,
then how many people will then cry for me. 

Because this soldier, has given his life,
that should definitely, mean something to all.
Hope to be truly remembered, for the life once lead,
despite my tragic downfall.


Details | Free verse | |

Ransom for life.

Skipping memory fades, double talks in my pains.
..........Its not that bad though,....for unreal.
Imprints that talk,walk,speak so much more than my imagination. 
Darkness spreads blur onto my vision. Light sheaths my sight, and chokes my air, such
reality pushes on my mind, boxing it as others would see it.
But it cracks and tries adapting from within creating stillness in the chaos when fully
destroyed in a
sense of new creation.
The creation many faces frown war against.
It is my creation, why be it not mine then? Thundering judgment demands such a ransom for
such a soul.