Robert Johnson Poet Rhyme

Passages of Golden Ribbons

Not long ago we lived in peace.
Where children played out in the street.
The sounds of guns now fill the night.
As silence fills the streets with fright.

No more can we feel free to roam.
Outside at night away from home.
The crazy man just down the road.
Didn't stop until he shot his load.

I'd say don't worry, what can you do?
But next time maybe me or you.
So bar the door and draw the curtain.
For after dark nothing is certain.

A card of sorrow, a vase of flowers.
For mothers and widows to pass the hours.
To mark the end of time we live in.
These passages of golden ribbons.


P.S. The title and idea came from a Loggins and Messina song titled Golden Ribbons.
It's about war casualty's.

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Sheri Fresonke Harper April 19, 2013 at 5:05 PM Really see war casualty's in our streets and in a poem too, Robert, I know that was your point, but may we have more serene times!

Anne-Lise Andresen June 17, 2012 at 1:48 PM Very well written poem Robert, but an unsafe place to live for small, large, young and old. - Have a lovely new week. - oxox love Anne-Lise

Pace Ink-U-Script June 17, 2012 at 8:40 AM Very intense write here..this happens a lot from where I'm from..enjoyed reading your work today!!

Elizabeth Wesley June 16, 2012 at 6:58 PM So stirring Robert, it has everything there to make the reader feel the terror of not having control if he isn't on guard. So it is these days, we just never know. An emotional write for me!

Andrea Dietrich June 15, 2012 at 7:09 AM I LOVE how you finished it. Bringing back the longing for the old times. Thanks for the footnote too, Robert. Very helpful. I was thinking it could be a very bad neighborhood, like in a big city! Do you live in England? Thankfully in the US we have never had to endure this kind of scene from wars. At least not in my lifetime!

Debra Squyres June 14, 2012 at 6:39 PM This is sooo sad. I can't say I've heard it, but will see if I can find it on youtube...it does pull at the heartstrings for sure. You did a very good write here my friend !!

Poet Destroyer A June 13, 2012 at 9:59 PM Robert, I want that long ago life,, but, oh well. this world is a forsaken world... wheres the peace and melody you say no more??? many thoughts here... thank you for sharing..pd

Andrea Dietrich June 13, 2012 at 5:41 PM Keep on, my friend. It blows me away how you can just think up these rhymes to us out of the blue to comment on our poems and now you cannot finish this one. I KNOW you can do it, so I will come back later sometime to see what happened! Luv, Andrea