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Joanne Taylor Poem
Look back on the war
All that corruption
Caused by a world,
A world of destruction
All the men
Who gave their lives
And left their home
Their families, their wives
Hear the guns
Trilling out death
And through their helmets
All smell is their breath.
Into the muddy trenches again
Their retreat, their haven
With rats running over the dead
And flying over head is a lone raven
At the crack of dawn
The brave soldier awake
To the cry of guns
Enemies collecting every life they can take
They are everywhere
All their spies
Your friends, your neighbours
With evil in their eyes
Watch your mouth
Watch your back
If you do
You’ll remain intact
No real funeral
Only a shallow grave
On the battlefield
For one so brave
And what of the families
They left behind
To do good
For all mankind
Eventually we won the war
But at what cost?
For now we wear a poppy
To signify the ones we lost.
Copyright © Joanne Taylor | Year Posted 2010
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Joanne Taylor Poem
If you listen
And really listen
What do you hear?
I hear the voices of people I hear dear.
But that’s because I’m in my house
When I leave,
Go into the countryside
And just believe
I close my eyes,
And listen to the silence
But it’s not silence
Though it sounds a lot more dense
I still hear the insects flying by
Not total silence
Animals fighting
Our natural world of violence
But when I’m with you
And you take my hand
The world goes quiet
My ears have no demand
My senses are focused on touch
Sight, Smell
The sound just goes away
Like you have performed a spell
And I gaze into your eyes
I see the colour of the ocean
And when you let go of me
The sound comes back in a whooshing motion
I never want to let you go
I love the silence
It lets me escape the noise,
It lets me escape the violence
So close you’re eyes, and listen?
Can you hear silence?
No one can hear silence,
Other wise, it wouldn’t be silence.
Copyright © Joanne Taylor | Year Posted 2010
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