Grave Education Poems

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Details | Rhyme |
Alas there is no more confusion,
finally found my last conclusion.
Expect me as if Jesus will return,
from a ghost to a realm of concern.

Your dreams are portals like doors,
welcoming spirits into hasten wars.
Leaving the thoughts without trust,
keeping your fears in much disgust.

And though you sought no consequence,
deeds that confirm a wicked malevolence.
Awaiting in your nightmare of screams,
enjoy what is left amongst your dreams.

Copyright © Eternal Victor | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
France gave America the Statue of Liberty,
In 1865, from Edouard de Laboulaya, his act;
It begot Joan of Arc who insisted that,
Nationality bet religion as a matter of fact.

The Free French were renown in WW II, 
For an innate determination which alit,
The will of those sinking around them,
For the democratic heart that was split.

It produced Thomas Piketty with his book Capital,
Which called for a global tax of all richer states,
To redistribute income for egalitarianism,
For freedom and for the poverty liberation straits.
The death of Jihadi John set it all off,
As he was the symbol of the Islamic State,
Most definitely and without reservations,
He was the one with the credal slate. 

But France today has an interventionist policy,
In Syria, and is the most vocal nation of all,
Insisting that President Assad needs to go,
To enable free democracy to stand tall.

In 2010 Qatar, an Arab state with oil and gas,
Won the bid to host the 2022 FIFA World Cup;
When a UK government employee questioned this,
In November 2014, he caused a very real hiccup.

France was said to have validated Qatar,
To chief Sepp Blatter who was eventually removed;
I can’t dismiss that Qatar would have reciprocated,
With gifts of money for the French to be proved.

With some of Qatar’s money, flowing and free,
France would’ve strengthened its foreign policy,
Doubled its presence in Syria, or even tripled it,
With the USA and others following likewise - oui.

So the French people’s ability to fight ISIS,
Is important to Syrian Islamists who are fully aware,
That the size of an army determines its success,
Thus Qatar’s allegiances are ISILs concern to beware.

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
Strolling down the streets of ancient Pompei,
I discovered the tomb of a freed noble man;
unearthed from the volcanic black ashes, 
now it blooms surrounded by fragrant lilies 
as it appeared in its imperial, glorious days! 

Looking closer, I noticed tools itched
on its sides, the trade of a freeman
once enslaved by his wealthy master,
and to prove that he was also of a noble
spirit, he wanted to be remembered 
for his achievements and his intellect!

Not all Romans were cruel as History attests,
but had a good heart helping the lower class;
had the Emperor made aware of such generosity,
they would have been killed or thrown to the beasts!

Our greedy society is similar, workers being underpaid;
its an invisible slavery and yet it gives us shivers
for their unhuman condition and horrible abuse:
Rome's mentality of slavery survives to our day!
The proud sons of immigrants will arise to avenge 
their fathers rage, they will sit with the prominent ones
sharing the same ideals and status that honor freedom!

Build my marble tomb by the shade of cypresses,
plant jasmines and lilacs around it and let them bloom;
the late image of me on the top with a pen on the right
and a notebook on the left...what a lovely display
of my vocational trade! Will someone discover my grave? 
The brief epithet itched in italic letters should read:
" Born a free man and died a free man in a foreign land."

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
A blind man fell into a pit
In a public garden in Tougan
Can I pull you out? 
Shouted a passer-by
No! He shouted and screamed and lamented;
I prefer starving to death in this pit.
Why not jump out and save your life?
No! B’cos I have loved without obtaining love.
Don’t you know Mr. Blind man! 
That Love is blind?
Yes! Love is blind,
But the blind is not loved.
So I have chosen intentionally 
To end my life in this pit,
When he was rescued by the police
He cursed and promised to kill the constable
Who pulled and forced him out.
This blind man,
Is a crazy blind man of Tougan.

Copyright © IRON BENDER | Year Posted 2015

Details | Villanelle |
We need to seriously talk about living in a dangerous predicament 
Where everything in your life is awry.
You won't win an argument.
It's no accident 
When a person receives a black eye.
We need to seriously talk about living in a dangerous predicament.
He wants to make you subservient.
For you to feel motified and by his hands you could
Even possibly die.
You won't win an argument 
These attacks will be come more frequent.
Believe me! I can testify.
We need to seriously talk about living in a dangerous predicament. 
The man is virulent as well as violent. 
Please! Don't deny.
You won't win an argument.
It's amazing how you do things that are inconvenient to
His grandiloquent 
Way of life which just goes to signify 
We need to seriously talk about living in a dangerous predicament.
You won't win an argument.

Copyright © Bette Bavington | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
Hold your breath.
Feel your heart pound in your chest,
Yes, life's precious but we run around and second guess it?
These worldly ways destroy us,
We don't trust what came before us,
We want to be the witness and understand how it all shifted,
I in vision it, with a blindfold, 
Under my streets theres a story to be told,
Before the cites and the brick,
I wonder what was here before all of this?
I see a tree every few feet,
and grass cracking through the concrete,
I think there used to be a forest here
but there an't much left,
just a few trees behind my neighbors fence,
This cities like a tombstone on the grave of our beginning,
I hate how we're living in all this power,
So, I took a flower and laid it on the street,
just to show my respect for what lies beneath.

Imagine how it used to be.....

Copyright © Amy Houck | Year Posted 2007