When all the words a king may say
Lay lifeless on the ground
And windstorms blow them far away
With not a single sound.
Then no one any worry pays
As acquiescence he seeks
But ears awake and eyebrows raise
When e'er the cannon speaks.
She speaks to warriors from the east
And armies from the south.
And words of wisdom should, at least,
Fall tumbling from her mouth.
And when she sings, she hums her song,
Her voice in dulcet choir,
She whispers from her dragon's tongue
Her words like dragon's fire.
So, in the night when all is still
She rests her weary head
And looks out over yonder hill
Where angels fear to tread.
As daylight shows once more, she'll preach
And boldly yip and yell
To sermonise another speech
And send them all to hell.
Categories:
armies, conflict, military, power, war,
Form: Rhyme
Rise up ye armies of peace and love
Make known you're tactical plan
To rid the world of this evil scourge
Of wars and the killing of man
It's not too late but it soon will be
Beyond our efforts to change
This world is still a beautiful place
To neglect it would be a shame
We surely must realize it's just a loan
This irreplaceable world of ours
The mountains high, the rolling seas
The sweet-smelling scent of flowers
No more abuse let's all make a pact
And treat this planet with dignity
Respect for providing this absolute beauty
How tragic to miss this opportunity
Let's put an end to this constant upheaval
We start out as such innocent tykes
Bewildering how far we've gone astray
And traveled this path so warlike
Rise up ye armies of peace and love
Put an end to this strife and selfishness
We owe our lives to this place of beauty
Let's forget about all this foolishness!
Categories:
armies, peace,
Form: Quatrain
Armies
A general so proud
Now he is burned to crisp
And we are told by a cowardly press to rejoice.
Revenge!
Don’t look at NATO only a naïve Norwegian can
Believe in this useless rust machine.
What we need is a new army
Helping the French to extract more oil from
Central Africa.
Who is the enemy or not depends?
On how effective the propaganda is, but
As the rule is: Generals are all stupid.
Categories:
armies, arabic, art, brother, class,
Form: Blank verse
Live barbed wire
Fencing nation from nation
Against locusts
Categories:
armies, metaphor, military,
Form: Triolet
Woe to thee Liberty cries her
children dies,
A time of Omen fortold not
once or twice,
Fools,look Death has brought
forth its vast armies,
Bewarned the gifts of Hell
has
been presented,
Within the sight of the eerie
moon,
Will cast the worst holocaust
soon,
The choking Darkness of the
night,
Thy Serpents on a midnight
flight.
In the days of Miracles,
Siege on earth from mighty
Hades,
The time is now,
To save your soul!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Categories:
armies, holocaust
Form: I do not know?
They are coming out from every direction,
steadfast and formidable in their invasion,
surprising and overpowering our senses,
bringing us hope.
Let us find comfort,
despite our worries and sorrows,
that they set forth their march every year,
forever faithful to us.
Categories:
armies, allegory, flower, spring,
Form: Free verse
Rise up ye armies of peace and love
Make known you're tactical plan
To rid the world of this evil scourge
Of wars and the killing of man
It's not too late but it soon will be
Beyond our efforts to change
This world is still a beautiful place
To neglect it would be a shame
Not to acknowledge it's just a loan
This beautiful world of ours
The mountains high, the rolling seas
The sweet smelling scent of flowers
No more abuse let's all make amends
And treat this planet with dignity
Respect for providing this absolute beauty
How tragic to miss this opportunity
Let's put an end to this constant upheaval
Start out as such innocent tykes
Bewildering how we've gone so far astray
And traveled this path so warlike
Rise up ye armies of peace and love
Put an end to this strife and selfishness
We owe our life to this place of beauty
Let's forget about all this foolishness!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Categories:
armies, love, peace, beautiful, world,
Form: Quatrain
Losing Armies (dignity)
May 1945, the occupying forces in Norway surrenders, a flag
is lowered another one hoisted. The occupiers’ commandant
hand his revolver to the man from the home front, there is
dignity. The enemy now prisoners, go back to their barracks
and wait to be skipped home to their country.
Another war, in the Middle East 70 years later, the occupiers
leave in the night unseen by the masses, they too have lost
but pretend they are victors. No dignity, only an unspoken
sense of dishonor. And the soldiers, of the vanquished army,
will be demobbed, given medals and sacrifices are forgotten.
Categories:
armies, peace, war, home, home,
Form: Free verse
Battalions march
on blood soaked darkened red sand,
Able tears to wash...
Categories:
armies, father
Form: Senryu