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A Soldier's Plight, Memorial Day

A Soldier’s Plight



We move alone surrounded in plain sight
Wanderers in the present, future, past
Invisibly we share a soldier’s plight

A pebble in the vision of their night
A shadow just outside the livings grasp
We move alone surrounded in plain sight

Sad echo of the tin-clad fallen knight
Heroes, adrift in life’s unfeeling lapse, 
Invisibly we share a soldier’s plight

Our eyes cast down, our scarred hands clenching tight
Warriors, still responding to the task,
We move alone surrounded in plain sight

We share the bond of those condemned to fight
Old battles that still haunt their daytime naps
Invisibly we share a soldier’s plight

Our shadows pass with simple nod of kin
Acknowledging, in loneliness, a friend.
We move alone surrounded in plain sight
Invisibly we share a soldier’s plight.



John G. Lawless
5/26/2014

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2014

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Our Liberty Blazing Soldiers

"...when power narrows the areas of man’s concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence...” --John F. Kennedy ~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~
Soldiers of our armed forces, Iraq, Afghan, Lebanon, many shores, Light the way like liberty blazing torches They fight heat, bugs, sand, tough faces, urban warfare, darkness, crashed doors, Soldiers of our armed forces Now Send home change of addresses, stories, photos, emails, strange places, Light the way like iron cut by torches Camouflage faces, wet bloody bruises, brows sweating, under helmet gushes, Soldiers of our armed forces Sleep in sandy humid desert trenches, thunder blast, bombs dropped, fire fights, Light the way like laser torches Loved ones wear yellow broaches, anxiety, praise, tears, vague smiles, Soldiers of our armed forces, Light the way like liberty blazing torches.

Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr | Year Posted 2010

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Armistice

He lowers his hat as she wipes her tears,
when falls a thoughtful hush, as battles cease,
we hear their silent thoughts across the years.

He comes home battered and torn by his fears
in nightmarish dreams that will never decrease
he lowers his hat as she wipes her tears.

Weary soldiers greeted by grateful cheers,
from the pits of war, a brief release
we hear their silent thoughts across the years.

As they battled on those hellish frontiers,
and life was lost at a bullet's caprice,
he lowers his hat as she wipes her tears.

From private soldiers up to brigadiers,
our sovereignty became their golden fleece
we hear their silent thoughts across the years

The words of remembrance ring in our ears
in heartfelt hopes and prayers for blesséd peace
he lowers his hat as she wipes her tears,
we hear their silent thoughts across the years

Copyright © Jemmy Farmer | Year Posted 2009

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Villanelle: One or the other has to give in a tug of war

Villanelle: One or the other has to give in a tug of war

One or the other has to give in a tug of war
If for altruistic reasons you invite the foreigner
In order to accommodate the guest from afar

You cannot make him feel welcome if you bar
His goat his god his concubine from your door
One or the other has to give in a tug of war

Some men cannot move without saddling altar
On their backs even if you protest as a martyr
In order to accommodate the guest from afar

The guest might share your bed with daughter
Though not the status his god reigns superior
One or the other has to give in a tug of war

He could barter his tongue for your own by law
But never the way he prays nor his women’s wear
In order to accommodate the guest from afar

The host not the guest has to give in a tug of war
If he knew the guest had come to stay forever
One or the other has to give in a tug of war
In order to accommodate the guest from afar

©  T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Through the Fog and Filthy Air

Through the fog and filthy air—
Which hurts my eyes just to see,
I come with something to declare…

I bring no one but myself; still, beware!
Beware of what may come after me
Through the fog and filthy air.

I come with bad news laid bare,
I come with lost souls—mad and hungry;
I come with something to declare:

Build high the wall, let them flare;
Lest all of them break in, running free!
Through the fog and filthy air.

Believe me what awaits out there:
They are not what they used to be,
I come with something to declare.

And, oh, I see them rushing from there—
Legion of hell which no one can compare!
Through the fog and filthy air
I come with something to declare!

Copyright © Adam Adhistian | Year Posted 2013

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The Arrow

The arrow pierced his armour
causing an open painful wound
he had thought there would be glamour

He lay waiting feeling amour
as he saw a woman gowned
The arrow pierced his armour

His wound she did kindly cover
to her spirit he's attuned
he had thought there would be glamour

she poured into it liquor
which stung making it burn and pound
the arrow pierced his armour

It was now letting out odour
she made sure it was tightly bound
He had thought there would be glamour

At his grave a single mourner
her tears were falling without sound
the arrow pierced his armour

No glory here just some clamour
dead he lay no longer earthbound
The arrow pierced his armour
he had thought there would be glamour



sadly many young men think war glamorous
until they face the battlefield soon to
learn there is none just pain, suffering 
and death.

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2014

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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.

Copyright © robert Temple | Year Posted 2008

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The Casualties of War - collab contest

Walk with pride, with your head held high
Conflict and war is not your fault
Face turns away whilst tears you cry.

You can't understand this, who knows why,
When will all these emotions finally halt 
Walk with pride, with your head held high

You were called to fight to kill or die
Highly trained killer with senses taut
Face turns away whilst tears you cry

No moral standard on which you can rely
You're own conscience now begins its assault
Walk with pride with your head held high

Time for your memories to heal that’s why
You need a guilt free mind no more bad thoughts
Face turns away whilst tears you cry

A certain sense of pride you cannot deny 
Your own existence you begin to exalt
Walk with pride, with your head held high 
Face turns away whilst tears you cry.

 

Penned by Wayland Bunch and Seren Roberts on 5 April 2014


 


Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2014

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The Bodies are Piling One by One

While the bodies are piling one by one.
Mother is scared, but calm.
Now look at what they've done.

Father is hurt, but they think they won
Mother makes me hold her palm,
While the bodies are piling one by one.

My family is weak and they are done.
Killing people like a time bomb.
Now look at what they've done.

Everyone is done with the "fun"
Now it's time to rise up with mom,
While the bodies are piling one by one.

Germans shooting with machine guns;
America is here to stop their bomb.
Now look at what they've done.

We are trapped, nowhere to run
My mom tells me to stay calm,
While the bodies are piling one by one.
Now look at what they've done.

Copyright © Michael Soto | Year Posted 2015

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Armistice Day

                                      

                                  Remembering Armistice Day,
                                  The towers moat now swathed with red,
                                  Ceramic poppies made of clay.

                                  They count those fallen, it's display
                                   Gives tribute to the brave, now dead.
                                   Remembering Armistice Day,

                                   Nations once more, in silence pray.
                                   A truce if broken, shows instead
                                   Ceramic poppies made of clay.

                                   Two wars, too much a price to pay.
                                   Time to reflect, what lies ahead.
                                    Remembering Armistice Day,

                                    Those Flanders poppies blew away.
                                    Now ravens circle overhead,
                                    Ceramic poppies made of clay.

                                    Symbols of peace, will not decay,
                                    Unlike the Autumn leaves, now shed.
                                    Remembering Armistice Day,
                                    Ceramic poppies made of clay.   


                                   .    2/ 20/ 2015.   

Copyright © george seal | Year Posted 2015

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Palm Sunday


   That Sabbeth day when both sides bled,
   Palm Sunday fourteen sixty one.
   A blizzard raged as arrows sped,

   With armour piercing bodkin head.
   The war of roses had begun,
   That Sabbeth day when both sides bled.

   The frozen ground and beck ran red
   This battle site was near Towton.
   A blizzard raged as arrows sped.

   When all seemed lost, the vanquished fled.
  The White rose claimed the day was won,
   That Sabbeth day when both sides bled

   With nine and twenty thousand dead.
   No place to hide, nowhere to run
   A blizzard raged as arrows sped.

   The Crown of England it is said,
    With bloodied hands when day was done
   That Sabbeth day when both sides bled,
    A blizzard raged as arrows sped.

   3/ 2/ 2015

   
  
   

Copyright © george seal | Year Posted 2015

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The Rubicon

                       

 

   Life as with dreams will never last.
   The Sun our star had always shone,
   Until the final Arctic blast.

   We nailed our colours to the mast.
   Spurning peace, brought Armageddon.
   Life, as with dreams will never last.

   Atomic fusions overcast,
   Our seasons fading colours, wan.
   Until the final Arctic blast.

   Now what remains is in the past
   Those deepest thoughts,we look upon,
   Life, as with dreams will never last.

   That distant star now waning fast.
   It's fleeting embers flicker on,
   Until the final Arctic blast..

   Denying that the die was cast.
   Mankind had crossed the Rubicon.
   Life, as with dreams will oniy last 
   Until the final Arctic blast.

  
   

Copyright © george seal | Year Posted 2015

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Dusk Covers WWI Trench

As dusk their line visibly bows
Cropped heads beneath mounds fold
Glum shadows through addle fields row

Listless turrets sprout o'er demarcated woe
Sallowed eyes in bleary sockets rolled
As dusk their line visibly bows

Shocked ears to concussive barrage close
As sighs from clogged lungs are paroled
Raspy shadows through addle fields row

Smoldering smoke in singed heavens glows
Vaporous cloud o'er scout binoculars scrolled
As dusk their line visibly bows

Each rifle into a sterile stack goes
Rumbling caissons to dark corners doled
Steel shadows through addle fields row

The fog of war o'er dazed minds flows
An eerie wind curdles each silent mold
As dusk their line visibly bows
Wispy shadows through addle fields row





Copyright © Stephen Parker | Year Posted 2013

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Apathy is Fatal

Obedience  is  vital
Join  the  front-line  fray
Conscription  is  essential

Answer  the  war  call
Warships  want  mêlée
Obedience  is  vital

Apathy  is  fatal
Battle  breaks  in  the  bay
Conscription  is  essential

Be  the  hero  and  stand  tall
Join  us  today,  go  without  delay
Obedience  is  vital

Get  your  SLR  and  fight
Help  secure  the  water-way
Your  conscription  is  essential  

Taliban  snipers  will  see  you  fall
Their  aim  is  sharp  and  won't  stray
Obedience  is  vital
Your  conscription  is  essential

Copyright © Zack Dicks | Year Posted 2012

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 61

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 61

Evil-doers at heart are the worst cowards
Since the war-path pullulates in their numbers
They conceal their greed in faces turned backwards

The Yi Jing’s strategy compels turning inwards
Do big power foreign policies discount dollars
Aren’t evil-doers at heart the worst cowards

To seek peace in one’s well-being needs no words
Must countries sans big wing span claim to be powers
They conceal their greed in faces turned backwards

Turn not inwards for fear of others making inroads
Can what applies to countries fall on wax-clogged ears
Evil-doers at heart are the worst cowards

Yin left to itself cannot but collapse inwards
Retreat into the safety of the self indoors
They conceal their greed in faces turned backwards

The cavernous mouth sucks on its own innards
Shun the cannibal who feeds on his own neighbours
Evil-doers at heart are the worst cowards
They conceal their greed in faces turned backwards

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 40

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 40

All Man and man-made things given time perish
Nations religions empires loghead gods
Not the Universe though in splendour relish

Would that Man saw fit to live free of fetish
He could free himself from the need to cross swords
All Man and man-made things given time perish

When Man gives birth to gods he’s more than selfish
Thinks he could earn the favours of grateful gods
Not the Universe though in splendour relish

Not one god we create respect we their wish
Those who engender them wish to end up gods
All Man and man-made things given time perish

What the Buddha wished we may still accomplish
Make not human suffering the burden of gods
Not the Universe though in splendour relish

Pull that arrow from bleeding breast in anguish
Attend to your gaping wounds not those of gods
All Man and man-made things given time perish
Not the Universe though in splendour relish

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Villanelle:Should not Masters be They who cut through lands

Villanelle: Should not Masters be They who cut through lands

Should not Masters be They who cut through lands
Who for pittance sake serve up cheap labour
Which Master cleans not house with migrant hands

Who must be seen giving with open hands
Let them oust enemies without bother
Should not Masters be They who cut through lands

Did not caravans snake through Wild West lands
Nor mountain lions snarl at brave Quaker
Which Master cleans not house with migrant hands

Who seeks to cow the Tyrant with commands
While stoking ego with canon fodder
Should not Masters be They who cut through lands

Then sack put to wrack big beauteous lands
Make no amends tear down stars stripes’ grandeur
Which Master cleans not house with migrant hands

Would that migrants learn not to bite soft hands
That feed them at their door barbed by rigour
Should not Masters be They who cut through lands
Which Master cleans not house with migrant hands

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015 

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 3

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 3

Politics’ the art of decrying nations
The national art’s how to prostitute Mother
Arming nations need no justifications

The People's Ego broadens shores of nations
Which provokes invasions by the Other
Politics’ the art of decrying nations

Tongking’s engulfed behind United Nations
You know whom strangled by the likes of Hitler
Arming nations need no justifications

Victim stones make no dent on pretensions
Vietnamese mothers bear with stoic laughter
Politics’ the art of decrying nations

Resist and invite self-mortifications
Retaliate and be dubbed mortal sinner
Arming nations need no justifications

Hug the Nation during incinerations
Pride will stand us good stead in Life hereafter
Politics’ the art of decrying nations
Arming nations need no justifications

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015 

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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The Somme

                             

  

   The Somme, that's where true heroes fell.
   No future now war is the thief.
   Their sacrifice they gave in hell,

   As wounded comrades stories tell.
   Of those brave Pals, their war so brief.
   The Somme that's where true heroes fell.

   A beating drum, a screaming shell,
   The blast of guns beyond belief,
   Their sacrifice they gave in hell.

   More gallant men, their tolling bell
   Fills kith and kin, their fears with grief.
   The Somme, that's where true heroes fell,

   It's stench a putrid acrid smell.
   Last rites were said, death gives relief.
   Their sacrifice they gave in hell.

   The fallen will forever dwell,
   In poppy fields they lie,beneath
   The Somme, that's where true heroes fell.   
   In Heaven now.- Released from Hell.

  

Copyright © george seal | Year Posted 2015

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 25

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 25

Followers are made from day one in the womb
Not gods but by men in the full-length skirt
Pavlov mice all salivate stunned stark in tomb

Do not men in frocks drive terror promise doom
Those who heed not words they stuff into gods first
Followers are made from day one in the womb

Can honourable men raise gods from the tomb
Invite them back to earth slake believers’ thirst
Pavlov mice all salivate stunned stark in tomb

Who split their gods’ words plunge followers in gloom
Make dissenters fight staunch believers first
Followers are made from day one in the womb

Sexless men tear each other under own dome
Then order robot men to give up the ghost
Pavlov mice all salivate stunned stark in tomb

Who forbids men from praying under one dome
Don’t middle-men stoked by sybarite Sophist
Followers are made from day one in the womb
Pavlov mice all salivate stunned stark in tomb

-	End of Part One –

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 23

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 23

We make gods and to protect resort to arms
Do gods call upon men to save their honour
The more we cherish them quick the call to arms

Are gods so helpless as to be without qualms
Are not true gods invincible with valour
We make gods and to protect resort to arms

If gods are Gods Almighty full of charms
Could not they simply make this Life disappear
The more we cherish them quick the call to arms

There’s no business like the call for holy alms
Care may the poor sick spastics die of hunger
We make gods and to protect resort to arms

No god we ever raised left us his own psalms
So we split his word to kill brother doubter
The more we cherish them quick the call to arms

If gods could wage wars would they need human arms
Could not they through skies rage and storm with thunder
We make gods and to protect resort to arms
The more we cherish them quick the call to arms

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 18

Villanelle : The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 18

World in which is ingrained innate violence
Where nation-States all hell-bent on blitz wars
He who abstains from doing harm commits offence

Is branded traitor parasite perched on fence
On conscientious objector shine no stars
World in which is ingrained innate violence

Even cowards by nature obtain licence
To kill at will armed to the teeth in holy wars
He who abstains from doing harm commits offence

The non-violent sport no medals bright dense
Nor do they rape their loved ones inflicting scars
World in which is ingrained innate violence

Boosting ego is the craft of violence
Insecure feelings drive muscle-man jaws
He who abstains from doing harm commits offence

Do no harm and attain pure inner silence
Resort to arms let rage Raskolnikov indoors
World in which is ingrained innate violence
He who abstains from doing harm commits offence

©  T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015 

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 22

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 22

Does the fault lie in us or in warring gods
Paragon Bard of Avon beg pardon
Do stars exert a force not owned by bards

Do stars grow heads of State to confuse gods
The trust we hoist high on flags flapless groan
Does the fault lie in us or in warring gods

He who blows horn for his god usurps his Lord’s
The Enlightened One begged us leave Him alone
Do stars exert a force not owned by bards

How many who blast themselves for their gods
Their holy books’ basic tenets condone
Does the fault lie in us or in warring gods

Let not religions parade on public roads
Prayer in the soul’s a private union
Do stars exert a force not owned by bards

Teach infants at school all about the gods
Till parents all know truth about religion
Does the fault lie in us or in warring gods
Do stars exert a force not owned by bards

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Villanelle Ask not What the Devil's the Devil

Villanelle: Ask not What the Devil’s the Devil !

 
Ask not What the Devil’s the Devil
Back to back with the Holy Being
When Good snakes what leads not to Evil

God! Why can’t the doG be forged on anvil
Black sparks from Whitesmiths black doG yelling
Ask not What the Devil’s the Devil

Einsteins Heisenbergs delved atom’s navel
Yet true Truman dropped bombs without trying*
When Good snakes what leads not to Evil

Ask not why go(o)d GOD won’t quell Evil
Nor why BAD dab at GO(o)D reigning
Ask not What the Devil’s the Devil

Good needs Evil much as God the Devil
Watch male-fe-male in abject writhing
When Good snakes what leads not to Evil

Only Time makes not the picture stand still
The end of Day lets drop the ceiling
Ask not What the Devil’s the Devil
When Good snakes what leads not to Evil

* He could have dropped them on some deserted Pacific atoll first to warn the Enemy.

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015  

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Maggots on the Hook

Crank the handle and separate the shards.
We are an island clustered only by the venom of the fight
Left baited, hungry by the capsize for the sharks.

Wisdom rots the wilted bone and sparks
The night ablaze with inequalities unmeasured height.
Crank the handle and separate the shards.

Good men excuse the bad and suffer for their parts
A paper rain in Berlin, bricks of wealth alight
Left baited, hungry by the capsize for the sharks.

Decadent rag-land waif jumps the queue, she starts
To feed Mother Nation to machines, a glory of blood and blight.
Crank the handle and separate the shards.

They collapse and we are forced the cards
Of Death and Hanged Man as starved finances lit the night
Left baited, hungry by the capsize for the sharks.

In requiem, in mausoleum of memory their guards
Are floods of propaganda to the world, our broken bulb once bright.
Crank the handle and separate the shards
Left baited, hungry by the capsize for the sharks.

Copyright © Nathaniel Köhp | Year Posted 2010

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Lies

Do throw your life away.
Keep renewing your pain.
This means your life is okay.

This is the game I play:
Your soul and being I drain.
Do throw your life away.

None of your friends will stay.
People from you abstain.
This means your life is okay.

Sometimes you He does sway,
But your will I wane.
Do throw your life away.

Failure occurs every day.
Feel like you are becoming insane.
This means your life is okay.

Do not try to delay,
Keep renewing your pain.
Do throw your life away.
This means your life is okay.

Copyright © Nicholas Westerhausen | Year Posted 2008