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Details | Pantoum |

He Was My Sun

He was my sun, my one and only son,
and dressed up as a cowboy for the day.
And so I handed him a little gun
of fastened random sticks, for him to shoot and play.

And dressed up as a cowboy for the day
he found some foes (with bows and arrows made
of fastened random sticks for them) to shoot, and play
the part of injuns in a mock charade.

He found some foes (with bows and arrows made)
in his story books before he left for school.
The parts of injuns, in a mock charade,
were tainted with a crimson war paint, oh so cruel.

In history books, before he left from school -
the tales retold, of victories that we’d won,
were tainted with a crimson war paint, oh so cruel -
the flow of paint was not to staunch when once begun.

From tales retold, of victories that we’d won,
he learned to fight for god and country glory, though
the flow of pain, ’twas not to staunch when once begun
and cruel to both sides (as he’d later come to know).

He learned to fight for god and country glory, though
the wounds of war were still unseen (though nigh)
and cruel to both sides (as we’d later come to know);
and soon he stuffed his bag with several things of youth and said goodbye.

The wounds of war were still unseen. Though nigh,
the hours boomed, the clock struck 12, before his time to leave,
and soon he stuffed his bag with several things of youth and said goodbye
to those who’d stay and even those who didn’t grieve.

The hours boomed, the clock struck 12, before his time to leave -
they brought back bags they’d stuffed with severed things of those who’d died
to those who’d stayed. And even those who didn’t grieve
with tears were stiff and masked like wooden boxes meant to hide.

They brought back bags they’d stuffed with severed things of those who’d died.
They brought his boots back, camouflaged with mud.
With tears, the stiff were masked in wooden boxes meant to hide
our children from the spilling of their blood.

They brought his boots back, camouflaged with mud.
They said they’d needed him to help defend
our children from the spilling of their blood.
But can they ever see or really comprehend?

They said they’d needed him to help defend,
and so they handed him a little gun.
But can they ever see or really comprehend?
He was my sun, my one and only son...

Copyright © Terry O'Leary | Year Posted 2012


Details | Epic |

One Summer Long Ago part 1

.One Summer Long ago  


I watched idly as the wind played with white puffy clouds
The sun shining brightly against the loud blue sky 
The horizon shimmered and danced
 merging sea and sky into eternal romance 
Islands of white ,amidst  deep emerald  waters ,dotted the Aegean 
Stretching away into shrouds of summer haze and misty beings
Waves crashed onto golden sands of deserted beaches
Baked by the sun  ,unmarked and virgin for eons
Whispering above the wind,  siren songs lured  weary bones to rest ,
while billowy white sails  float along to the west
The great long oars sweeping along the painted faces 
of warships majestically making their way among  long forgotten places
Dusty footprints in the earth lead to visions of truth and purity
To tales of  beasts, gods and  beauty
This is the land to which I sail ,
 embarked upon my epic journey of which I will regale
 A young man of thirty , on a quest for adventure and  tall tales
Returning to seek a  necklace recounted in  myths and legends

As it  proclaims ,a necklace adorned thy crown o mighty queen 
A pure reflection of peace and beauty ,a rare sight to be seen
 Now at war they  seek your pleasure
The reason behind the lust for crown and glory 
And to the victor ,go the spoils 
 One  mighty warrior took his treasure
 and killed the queen as his pleasure
 In drunken glory he gave the crown 
 to his lover  to keep till he found 
A reason to return for his crown 

He went back to war , and died for his sins 
his lover grieving went back home to her kin,
 He to his lonely grave , and she accepting her fate 
 Tossed the necklace  into  the sea as her heart learned to hate
 She recounted many times , written in poems 
 buried by sands ,lost amidst  the memories of long ago
,the map and all the treasure of their war
the story of their lovers parting day
 Why she tossed it so unceremoniously into  the bay
Calling upon her Gods to protect and curse
her secret of jewels from her death to her rebirth 
Cursed and forgotten it was said ,
 The secret taken to her final bed

Generations apart, a legacy passed down in poem and song 
I, the  younger son, took it upon myself to undo the wrong 
to recover and to keep ,the  jewels hidden in the deep , 
And close the door for all time ,
this legend of diamonds ,sapphires and gold 
I would not rest till I conquered my goal, my mighty quest

Copyright © jim joyce | Year Posted 2012

Details | Dramatic monologue |

The Duchess Of Paradise

She's highly sophisticated and full of undefiled wisdom
Yet a crowned Duchess in a paradise kingdom
Quite a beautiful angel flying with black wings
Covered in gold jewelry and precious things
She dresses like the women of ancient Egyptian class
Her wealth is generous and her money grows like grass
She loves orange scented candles with dark room flame  
She rules thirty legions of soldiers and Bune is her name
Her comely warrior voice can wake and relocate the dead
Her armies of soldiers gather around the cemetery
She is brave and deserves a princessly crown on her head
Her facility of speech and flair for words is legendary
A beautiful queen to be treated with respect and honor
Instead of blasphemy,wanton abuse and fictional horror

Copyright © Bill Kim | Year Posted 2013


Details | Blank verse |

The Rhythm of the World

This morning in Aleppo
Was bloodshed
Gunshots, RPGs,
Bomb blast
Like the achaba suicide bomber
Of Kaduna
A little boy I Syria is running
To escape the shrapnel of 
The shooter’s shells and mortars
A disillusioned almajiri is planting
Local explosives in a church
Somewhere in Borno.

My bedroom receives
Fresh percolation of sun rays
Early morning sun rays

It reminds me
How we used to sing do re mi
A female deer
A drop of golden sun
A name I call myself.

But where have they all gone?
The songs
Where have they gone?

Copyright © Divine Friday Idiong | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

The Lonely Army

When wind’s silence 
heralds boundless oblivion
and the trembles of cracked earth
raise the dust of tears
dried by the boundless footfalls
of sallow flesh

When a thread of gold
brings unearthly thought
and the misconception
of suns fallen
drives foolish men to their knees
in unending tremors

An army of one
frees the air from his fingertips
and stays not his opal blade
as it bites the rotted gray necks 
of kings released from their wrongful bliss
by his trembling palms

An army of one
unconstrained by nature’s volume
freed by the sin of his naivety
yet, bound by earth’s oldest secret
as the scarlet sun weeps
its bloodied tears

An army of one
his cloak worn through
by the acid blood of his deception
and his bones stilled; 
the branches of a dying oak
which no longer caress the wind

Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015

Details | Tanka |

Tank Fest Tanka

Tim went to the Bovington Tank Festival...

baking in hot sun
spud boy wargasms like blitzkrieg
contemplating tanks

injustice of war ice cream
chocolate shrapnel sprinkled

Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |

Fallen Sun

10/5/2009

I. The Bloom

Delicate flower,
sleeping endlessly dreaming
Patiently waiting

White horizon, winter peace,
release tears reluctantly.


II. The Village

Boxes in spaces,
old wooden tatami floor
Summers breath still held within

Outside streets, shuffling feet,
their chatter less foreboding.


III. The Animosity

Blood-stained katana,
glinting insinuation,
fell against ground.

Copyright © Ryan Le Bryce | Year Posted 2012

Details | Verse |

Out of Emptiness

Out of emptiness comes this:
Purposes as incomprehensible and wonderful as these purposes
Either you had no purpose or the purpose is beyond the end

Because the watch not only serves a purpose, it is adapted to that
      purpose
Except it was a secret purpose
The world is a mental activity, a dream of souls, without foundation,
      purpose, weight or shape

People in collective idleness are even more repellent than when
      purpose motivates them
God, glass, my townspeople! For what purpose?
His purpose and mine is to catch photons and store them in our
      bones

Lately I have thought about our war and its purpose
To have a season for every purpose, Ecclesiastes was wrong about
      that
Languages of mammals, purposes of insects, placement of rocks

They purpose nothing but their ease and die urgently beating east to
      sunrise and the sea
Having died, as such, I find I do not mind quiet living with the
      purpose of a cell
Stately purposes, valor in battle, glorious annals of army and fleet,
      death for the right cause

My friend who is counselor to kings and presidents doesn't worry
      about purpose
To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Not to say there is no purpose necessarily, just I don't immediately
      get it

The purpose of sitting is not to be satisfied or satiated
Use of violence by the local militia for a limited purpose, protect the
      young from the janjaweed, the crop from the weed
The knight, the penitent misses last assessment of life's purpose,
      babbling for God to appear

I mean your entire purpose should be living. You must take living
      seriously.
Sleep with a purpose
Lose all purpose beyond murder, child sex and food hording

Proof that there's a purpose set before the secret working mind
Having purposefully expunged from it every trace of emotion
What is relevant for our present purpose is counting is associated
      with primitive forms of writing

Unable to assess the purpose of the battle
Desperate for new fetuses to teach purposeful workmanlike killing
He will live with the question What was our purpose?

Organize the unemployed, the welfare mothers and alcoholics into a
      flying chevron of purposeful explorers
If we are not at home in the world, contributing purpose, we lose our
      desire to stay here--and we die
Their corners sharp, their lines exact, as if their purpose was to show
      the plane geometry of snow

That's when everything becomes clear. Purpose v. purposelessness
      matters less.
My strong heart I abandoned to its own purpose
Lonely physics, national purpose

This then is the purpose of purposelessness (and of eating less)!
A shape less recognizable each week, a purpose more obscure
That is the purpose of poetry. Gargoyle twice.

For the distant purposes of Henry Ford
The purpose of school is to introduce us to the world's innumerable
      wonders
The men who left the machine have started their own business. A
      new endeavor by which they will keep warm and purposeful.

The purpose of poetry is to remind us how difficult it is to remain just
      one person
Let Greece then know my purpose I retain, nor vex with new treaties
      my peace in vain,
And shake the purpose of my soul no more

Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2017

Details | Lyric |

How many hearts can they stop

From this day on,
I`m going to leave my heart at home,
with you Mum,
not to get burnt,
mangled
or stollen.
I admit I lie to it
when the dark wings pay me a little visit,
at least my dreams are honest.
Each time I see the Sun 
you tell me about the age
before the horsemen came.
Is the bread much stroger than flesh,
the fabric can stand the fire,
may the clay rise as fortress?
I forgot the signs of life,
Mum, 
sing to me, 
stop the sickle of time!

Copyright © Calin Dengel | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |

Red Sun

…it’s beauty penetrating my skull...
        Waiting for the coast to clear
              Jingling the cathedral bell
                 With redemption for my soul
                           Of a cause to rise



…Clarions withhold their shovels…
          Fanning the thorns of the dust
               To construct our long lost place of aboard
                     To sour to savor the ruin of its leather
                            And its honey jar



…Oh far till I can’t squint no more…
       Till I can’t drift to the Nile time
           Till I can’t foretell the desires
               Till I can’t forecast the fortune
                  Till I can’t get enslaved in its warmth
                    A  Ray of a rainbow night
                      Oh how all things fade.

Copyright © Afolayan Oluwaseun Olanike | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |

Much Like the Sun.

 You look up to the sky.
 It is a normal summer day like any other.
 Sparse clouds line the sky and the sun beats down on you.
 Except this is no ordinary summer day.
 This is the day you ship out.
 You have said your good byes and cried with your lovers.
 The weight of your country rests upon your shoulders.
 It beats down on you much like the sun. 
 It burns you if you are not properly prepared,
 much like the sun.
 Much like the sun you are depended on by all that you known.
 Depended on by your country.
 Much like the sun,
 you fade away into the night appearing in a different country

Copyright © Ryan D.N | Year Posted 2010

Details | Rhyme |

Nothing New Under the Sun

             Nothing New Under the Sun.(Satan’s little helpers)

There’s nothing new under the sun, 
first came the sword then came the gun.

Gonna make me a spear, gonna build me a rocket, 
every bullet they fire is money in my pocket.

I’ve had you fighting your neighbour, had you fighting your brother.
Had you fighting for ‘peace’ then fighting each other.

Communist, Terrorist, Pacifist and Liberalist
On the right on the left, whatever the label.
I’ve got all my horses rounded up in one stable.

The soldiers of Rome impaled their future king.
The soldiers of Hitler did much the same thing.

Oil is the earth’s blood, the prize they all seek,
But I trade it for your blood every day of the week.

It gives me a thrill to see that blood spill,
They’re Satan’s little helpers and they’re there for the kill.

You wanted it all, you reached for the moon.
But you want things in my world, you gotta dance to my tune.

I have to admit, it sends shivers down my spine,
When you salute that flag and I know that you’re mine.

There’s nothing new under the sun, 
Been tellin the same lies since the earth first begun.

I’ll fill you full of facts, just one of my tricks,
You wouldn’t know the truth if it hit you like bricks.

When those witnesses come calling, trying to talk you some sense,
You’ll pay them no heed at your own expense.

I’m the winner now whether you live or die, as long as I have you believing the lie.

You can’t see the picture, and that’s how I like it.
By the time you learn history, you’re already part of it.

There’s nothing new under the sun, first came the sword then came the gun….

A.Jarvis July 13th,2006.

Copyright © Andrew Jarvis | Year Posted 2017

Details | Dodoitsu |

Red Sun

A Honolulu morning It’s a December Sunday. Nobody expected this. Death rains from the skies. For Russell’s “Red Sun” contest June 19, 2013

Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

We are broken glasses in the sun

We are broken glasses in the sun
Shining like diamonds
Razor sharp on the edge of the skin
I have seen my own heart
Spelling in translucent desires
With each vowel like a spectrum strand
The manhood I must retain
But we only reflect what is shined on us
There is no kaleidoscope for the night
We want so much to be believed
In the trembling hands gripping us
Choking us deliriously breathless
For any foolish semblance of support
Their raw flesh bleed against our jagged edge
And we get saddled with disbelief
We awake one cloudy day
And realize our dilemma is not modern
We have been this way disrespected 
Before the first leaf fell in green in Eden
And I have been lonely
From that abbreviated moment of time
Until this eternity of now.
Our mothers alone have made us brothers
But we may search in vain for the brotherhood.

Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2012

Details | Blank verse |

The Sun Doth Shine

   

The sun doth shine, 
and the birds do sing,
on Sundays,
man, the church bells he rings.
He prays for guidance from his lord,
then he steps outside, into his tank,
and wields his sword.

Innocent men women, and children, 
are blown up, and slaughtered,
hostages taken, 
beheaded, and quartered.

Will man, ever learn to live in peace,
or will he just go on for ever, killing,
until his very existence, comes to a cease.


Copyright © 38 Tango | Year Posted 2008

Details | Free verse |

War Of The Sky

The Sun creeps across the sky and slowly destroys the night.
The night gave it's light to the world.
But the sun's victory  is short lived here comes the moon again to steal back the night.
The sun dare not try and fight for the moon's army is far too great.
So many that no man could number.
And the six giants that stand far away.
The sun must be patient, but it will return to warm the earth once more.
Then all will see him as they look up high and know he has won the war of the sky.   

Copyright © Kable Brown | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

Death in the Sun







    Under a scorching sun
      Death’s vultures circle
    Casting shadows on the
      Marketplace below

    The lively market
     Now hushed as 
    Death’s agents flit in and out
     Like flies over a corpse 

    Eyes turn downwards 
     Idle chattering stops 
    As death can be just
     A whisper away

    A child laughs oblivious
     To danger
    Innocent in a land
     Fragmented by war

    All for God 
     And all for country
    Both sides steeped in blood
     Of slaughtered children 

   The rights of a human
    Wither and die
   In the shade of 
    The poppy harvest. 

Copyright © LINDA JACKSON | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic Verse |

War

Strolling down the street hand on my gat,
with the sun at my back ready to attack.
Slow to the fight quick to react,
always marching forward never looking back.
10 months in the desert not a drop of rain,
only thing I've sen is suffering and pain.
The weight of my gear is difficult to maintain,
to end my own life I try to refrain.
Another pointless battle in an unknown frontier,
never making it home my only fear.
Another explosion in the distance all I hear,
as I push forward hoping the end is near.
Watching the sun set I sit there and pray,
that I will make it through yet another day.
All of a sudden I see a white light and hear loud bangs,
4 more friends died with the blast of that grenade.
Will I make it home I do not know,
for in my countries arms lies my soul.
My blood, sweat, and tears are my toll,
and the hope of going home is all I know.

Copyright © Thomas McKenzie | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |

Under the Sun

Under the sun
beaks of death
points at living things
that roam the universe
none with armor

Under the sun
there is no inoculation
great armies go to war
to search for death
none with armor

cowardly, proud, wise nations
are victims in same way
helplessly they shout
and kick dust in faces
none with armor

those that puff as Puff udder
shouting “no surrender, no retreat”
prepares for its great harvest
the moment the bell tolls
none with armor

Those that puff as Puff Udder
the ones that holier than holiness
have no armor against death
in this place under the Sun

Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2017