Maurice Yvonne Poet Free verse

Drums of Peace

i think they expected blood
when they first cut him
with their razor sharp piano wires

wrong

ink not blood cells flowed
poems and stories
plays, essays and jokes

his ideas
her thoughts spilled unto the streets
covered the concrete
the pavement too
each and every dash of white
that mark the roads
a verse became

first one and then another

lined up
in a chaotic
disciplined
structured
straight
double line

the yellow lines bucked
fought like wild stallions

but eventually she won
and he corralled them into simple thoughts

they came looking for death
they found us
we don’t bleed
i warned them
they are
morally
blind
deaf
dumb

they dare to raise a foil

the pen is
and always will be
mightier than the sword

the moral i fear
you can not

delete
satisfy
pay off
over feed
a taste for meat

humans came upon the earth violent
the species behave like vampire
left to their own devices
one day we would be down to one
and the winner is
we all know how that story ends

we will not let it happen
pens in hand
we will write
swirl
curl
punctuate
underline

we will strike the keyboard
like drums of peace
or
even speak through a microphone thing

we will win by any peaceful means
a ruthless peace
be afraid
be very afraid
we are armed

olive branches
words of love
poignant
full circle ideas
we are armed
with the word
one

en guard  

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Andrea Dietrich November 13, 2014 at 9:55 PM Going through it again and the middle part is a lot clearer after having read the ending!!

Andrea Dietrich November 13, 2014 at 9:54 PM My friend, wow, this one is so unusual. Some parts of it were hard for me to get. That is how I am with surreal poetry. But other parts I found so brilliant. Where you begin the line "we will not let it happen" and starting describing all the creative people in the world fighting against stupidity. a ruthless peace. absolutely brilliant. Olive branches, and that last phrase en gaurd. LOVE it.

Poet Destroyer A September 3, 2014 at 8:53 PM LOL, no you are it, and here I am... Guess, what... I'm all about a ruthless peace.... be afraid be very afraid... :) :) I do love how you write free verse. Maurice, thanks for the beating sound... Tag Tag Your it.. Linda

Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser August 22, 2014 at 10:36 PM Wow!!!! Your chosen words unique yet appealing both to imagination and thoughts..:) your title goes well with the words and you adding terms of music in this piece makes it more interesting... I especially like the stanza with the ink word, the delete and the succeeding words 'neath it..:) the the keyboard stir king with drums of peace..:)!!! That's one great line!!!:) like it..:) Maurice Yvonne August 22, 2014 at 10:43 PM boy i like your comments better than i like my own piece. do you mind if structure a rewrite based on what i absorbed from your remarks. thank you, your wonderful.

Weston Gregory August 22, 2014 at 5:59 PM in the piece you write i see poetry unbound...nice Maurice Yvonne August 22, 2014 at 6:38 PM thank you. you are so kind.