Victor Buhagiar Poet Free verse

Of Wars and Love

Such is life in all the universe,
nebulas are born, others just explode.
In our microcosmic world.
we fight our wars for pecuniary greed,
for love and passion and sadistic fun.
The tide comes in and then it ebbs,
cycle follows cycle until the end.
Yet we are after all too young to give up
or too old to battle on,
which is why we sometimes weep,
but other times we sing
our song of true love.

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Linda Alice Fowler January 14, 2023 at 2:41 PM I love this one Victor! hugs, Linda

Joanna Daniel January 8, 2023 at 7:40 AM Very true and thought provoking, Victor:)

Harry Horsman January 7, 2023 at 4:28 PM Oh yes, Victor, History never seems to stop repeating itself. Great poem, so glad to read you again.

I Am Anaya January 7, 2023 at 2:46 PM Endless cycle, best to be optimistic, but cry if we must. c’est la vie!

Speaks Volumes January 7, 2023 at 11:55 AM You are fine writer Victor and the way you speak of love's passion and then the sadistic' 'fun' of war is so poignant. A cycle that mankind has created and it has passed through the ages. Well said.

Lisa Ricci January 7, 2023 at 9:16 AM Victor. This is very profound thought out and poetic. All of it. May we all sing songs of true love. I found this beautiful Victor. Have a wonderful weekend. Love and Blessings always. (smile)

Tania Kitchin January 7, 2023 at 4:30 AM Victor, the cycle of life, well penned!

Charles Messina January 7, 2023 at 4:06 AM Yep, when a candle blows out another is lit. cycle after cycle... just the way it is. Well done!

Joseph P. DiMino January 6, 2023 at 7:19 PM "Yet we are after all too young to give up or too old to battle on," -- ain't that the truth! Excellent write.

Mystic Rose Rose January 6, 2023 at 6:16 PM Many a battle we need to win and lose before we get to heaven Victor, the important thing is to never give up, nicely penned. I like it

Andrea Dietrich January 6, 2023 at 5:05 PM I love this little poem. Very meaningful, Victor.

Elizabeth Mccann January 6, 2023 at 1:52 PM I do like this, Victor, particularly the love, passion, sadistic fun- seems to sum it up for me. I've stopped trying to make sense of it, a wild miasmic bubbling and we keep trying to shape it. So far we are survivors! Best wishes! Elizabeth

Anne-Lise Andresen January 6, 2023 at 11:17 AM - So true, my friend Victor - hugs

Joseph May January 6, 2023 at 10:36 AM Within the chaos there is the song of love, Very nicely penned Victor

Evelyn Judy Buehler January 6, 2023 at 9:34 AM It's great that there is love, to mitigate war. A wonderful poem, Victor. :)

Eve Roper January 6, 2023 at 8:37 AM So very true. Blessings my friend

Kim Rodrigues January 6, 2023 at 8:29 AM Life happens in our microcosmic world!

Sotto Poet January 6, 2023 at 6:16 AM Excellent life lessons, indeed, Victor. Since the dawn of time, this has always been the case. The final verses are really strong, but the whole thing is excellent.

Vijay Pandit January 6, 2023 at 5:47 AM Wonderful life lessons, Victor. Excellent throughout, but especially the ending lines.

Valsa George January 6, 2023 at 4:08 AM "The tide comes in and then it ebbs, cycle follows cycle until the end." Love and war are two recurring phenomena happening in life. They have been there from time immemorial and will continue till the end. Beautiful poem- crisp and meaningful, dear Victor.

Tom Cunningham January 6, 2023 at 3:56 AM From the beginning of time that has been the way, that's life as they say. Tom