Details |
George Calabrese Poem
In Flanders Fields
The story goes
The poppies grow
Between the rows
The soldiers
Some tall, some short
Lay at peace
Their families come
Reflect and leave
Today the combatants
Row on row
Wait their turn
Some tall, some bald
Their loved ones
By their side
The news today
Another poke
Another wait
Another hope
This battle seems unending
But everyone is resolute
Although some fall
They fall far less
The suffering though
There none the less
Years from now
As research grows
Some things will change
Some things will not
Lest we forget
George Calabrese
July 7, 2012
Copyright © George Calabrese | Year Posted 2015
|
Details |
George Calabrese Poem
The Spoils
A long battle fought hard and lost
The spoils of war to the beaten
An eternity in heaven
To those left behind
Emptiness and solace
A lifetime of memories
George Calabrese
Copyright © George Calabrese | Year Posted 2016
|
Details |
George Calabrese Poem
MOVE
On,
because I am better than he.
On,
because it couldn't have been real.
On,
because I accepted less than I deserve.
On,
because I ignored the clues.
On,
because he was blind to,
my worth,
my ability to love deeply,
my sweetness.
On,
because it's over.
It's over, it's over.
I'll take a deep breath of acceptance,
and move on.
Copyright © George Calabrese | Year Posted 2021
|