Yes, an English rose is magnificent for it possesses a regal
lushness that opens the heart, but its true beauty-
its deep seeded secret- is how well it thrives on foreign soils.
G allantly wooed, she became quite beguiled,
R evered soldier lost his heart, overseas.
A ir raids and firestorms, moments fragile,
N ooks hid the young lovers, defiantly.
W hen he proposed, she turned, wept silently,
A nguished, behind black drapes* prayed a new bride,
S irens would scream, bombs made hellish banshees...
A nd the torment replayed each eventide.
C adence of passion mutes all noise hostile,
A dversity bonds, two soon would be three,
N ow far from his side, our rose was exiled*,
A t dawn left his red-eyed evacuee.
D ivided, and yet love was mailed daily,
I solated by miles of vast countryside,
A fter a short time, their son came to be,
N ightly, his father touched pictures with pride.
W hile he defended her Beloved isle,
A nxiously, she boarded the Queen Mary*,
R ocking her scared boy, each gale was reviled . . .
B ut on Pier 21* he clapped, happy,
R ain veiled train* windows, homesick was she.
I t took two winters 'til she heard his stride,
D ear that December, Oh, sweet unity!
E vermore one, their love never died.
*During WWII, Germany's bombing strategy of London, known as the Blitz,
made it mandatory to draw black curtains at night to hide lights which were
targetted by bombers. Children and pregnant women where evacuated from
London to rural areas of England, where they stayed with host families.
The Queen Mary was one of the more notable ships which carried war brides
to Canada. War brides arrived at Pier 21 in Halifax, Nova Scotia before
boarding trains, known as "Diaper Specials" The immigration of war
brides to Canada was known as 'Operation Daddy".
**By Cyndi MacMillan, For Constance’s "Write It Deep And Dramatic, Please " Contest. This poem is both acrostic and 3 (divided) Hutains.
***Dedicated to a true English Rose, Florence Gordon, my grandmother and a war bride.
T hose beautiful little girls you tried to kill
A s they waited in their school van at the end of the day
L ive another day to remind you, once again, you've failed!
I n terrible suffering, yet they shine for the whole world to see
B e it known, innocent blood cries for better tomorrows
A nd like the dust beneath the feet of these little ones
N ever will you rise to the heights for which you murder to attain!
W eeping fills the hangar as his casket is brought out,
E mbraced by Old Glory's colors, a fitting soldier's shroud.
L oved one's hearts are shattered, future hopes, dreams are crushed;
C omrades in arms salute him, adding a bittersweet touch.
O verwhelming grief consumes those left behind,
M eaningless words, platitudes spoken to be kind.
E arnest tales of bravery told of him who died.
H eavy with emotion, a nation shares regrets,
O ffering condolences to those who won't forget.
M any a brave soldier has been welcomed home this way.
E nding future ventures, they've come home to stay.
Entered in Susan Burch's Little Viewed Jewels contest.
Yesterday is gone, too late for regrets
All memories of the past locked away
My hopes and fears joining them
Troubles I have had like most, happiness
Seemed to be just a dream from the past
So few of them have survived, once
Far from here I was carefree until you went
Away to war, the news came, lost in action
Now I dwell in the past with locked memories
It seems no point when I no longer can share them
Looks of love from others all around me
As if to taunt me, reminding me of you
Though it is a lovely day my heart weeps a single tear
They're one of many that never manages to fall
Here in my eyes they remain burning hot scalding me
To be with you once more just once to hold you
Stay my heart screams, do not go, do not leave me
Oh how can this be, such terrible pain rips at me
I hear a knock on the door and he is there saying
Believe in me my love, I told you I would return
In your heart you knew I was alive, I am back safe
Yesterday is over, the war won and our life moves on
A nymph and her daughter
Pause to refresh
Two caught in polite conversation
Like the admiring tenant.
Yet whatever happened (shivers)
To the beautiful day?
As two or three fingers
Dance together forming words
Another thought is played
Set In drifting time
We two four
As two for
Running on in pensitivity
Longingly in trapped rapt melencholy
Needless heedless wasted lives
T he story of two brothers who fought for their country,
A ll wars did they fight with valour to victory,
L ife did give them honour and ranks,
E nd of the day life gave them only sorrows and regrets.
Cops are the state in uniform
Umpires bribed to play the devil's game
Law compromised by blind norm
Police that brings democracy to shame
Revenue and bribe are human flaws
Interdict this justice and free the poor
Trodden down by the oppressors'cause.
Shame on your silence, your dinner of gore!
Is this revenge for tresspassing at a tree
Or for the cross our fee
I am not candidate for earth's mystery
My solution is no more misery.
What have we become, have gone back
To the primeval night
The bruising dungeon and the gory rack?
So much of trust in flight
From policemen doing political cleansing
And tending lame excuse
The curriers of the guns are pretending
The law inflicts on us abuse.
There goes the wachman, there goes crime
The killer killing all the time.
Yesterday war was raging
All the wounded cry out a holy name
My fathers fought that war with
troubled words and blood creating nothing right.
Seemed like only yesterday, war was raging
So dream on till the end of these days are
Far from all of us that still barter justice
away, far away from this mayhem.
Now is the time to work for peace
It is the night that's clear
Look toward the north and south
As we strive for a better future
Though the price has been paid
They're still workers of Hell
Here and in every country
To ruin the peace
Stay away from us now.
Oh come to us now calm fathers
I know we can achieve our goal
Believe its strange existence
In the beauty of your sight
Yesterday is not tomorrow
It began as a struggle many years ago
The struggle that only the brave fought for years
It was the dream to them
A dream they wanted to leave for their young
It is today that make the accomplishments of their fight
The fight that thousands sacrifice their lives for
It is today where a free man wanders on earth fearlessly
Today their dream has manifested
As the dawn has come to a nation
A nation that has grown from strength to strength
He walks with his head held up high
Happiness covers his pure innocence
He is a free man of South Africa
Black as coal and strong as the lion
This is the land of all people who lives
And share great history together.
This is the country filled with wonderful people
I love my country
Justice must see day in all situations
Universe is calling to those with ears
Society must listen and understand
Too many times, much is said no one hearing
Invisible attention in action
Creating and promoting hypocrisy
Enough is Enough, Justice must Reign!