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Albatross by Meeker, Catelyn
The Unfledged Albatross by McGreavy, Maureen
An Albatross Before by Horn, James
Many Miles To Cross Albatross by Shields, Jane
Love Letter To An Albatross by McGreavy, Maureen
A Flight of The Albatross by Vitale, Mario
Albatross by Stasiv, Victoria
Albatross Around Your Neck by Asuncion, Bernard F.
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Poetry Pillar

When Light needed a body to behold, and color to kiss,
as Darkness dreamnt to die in the dawn of depth,
when Soul lustered to lust for learning, and being learned,
as blood bespoke to bones for building a star of flesh,
when Time needed the umbrage of it's ubiquity to be understood,
the moment texture tempted touch to tease with a thousand sensations,
when laws of love sought a language to express the extremes of it's lips,
as romance rampaged through the ravishings of famished hearts,
when the seduction of sorrow made heros of loving men and women,

When Justice appealed to the instincts of intent for inscriptions of innocence,
as bravery found battle in basic questions of survival and conquest,
when war demanded a metaphor in the terror of it's diligent destruction,
as Faith found resolve in seconds small along with giant gestures,
Death singing melancholoy for sympathy and Life haughty upon it's horizon,
when Angels chose to wear albatross of gold to feel the rue of rogues,
as the most perfect woman ambushed the ideals of rumored beauty,
when God wanted imagination to create immaculate reality
Poetry began, born in the instant of forever Art,
because, the only promise of a Poet, is Passion -

Dedicated to Poetry...J.A.B.

Copyright © Justin Bordner | Year Posted 2014

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When the Tab Comes Due

Frail humans we are and mistakes are made, but there will be a time to pay for pain inflicted on others. Run swiftly from dark clouds hovering above, baggage like an albatross around our necks -- cast it aside. Commit to offering kind words, compassion to all, bestowing brotherly love. Make amends when possible for harmful acts, even negative thoughts, and promote harmony. When we stand at heaven’s gate, we’ll not be asked about material possessions, but how much love we gave. The prince and the pauper will be judged as equals when the tab comes due.
*Entry for Paula’s “How Due You Dew” contest Written September 8, 2011

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011

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black and white landscape
a colony of penguins ~
standing and waddling

in the oceans depth  ~
lives a black and white giant
orca killer whale   ~

seal on an ice flow  ~
oblivious to danger  ~
head butting whale strikes

egg laid by female  ~
emperor penguin stands guard
female goes hunting  ~

not in Africa  ~
elephant and leopard seals
sea is their jungle ~

hourglass dolphins ~
smaller than a bottlenose
keen bow wave riders

home is in the air  ~
the wandering albatross
a ten foot wingspan

in the frozen south ~
a species of royal bird
the emperor penguin

the antarctic terns ~
fly over a silver dish
krill is on the menu

thick and warm white coat
a camouflaged artic fox
unseen in the snow ~

top of the food chain
carnivorous white giant
fearsome polar bear ~

Copyright © Tom Cunningham | Year Posted 2018

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The Unfledged Albatross


                         feathers and bones at rest
                             a belly full of plastic
                       on our tab  starved  to death
                                        * * *
                       our lives  framed  by beauty
                                 stripped of life

                           the perfect photograph*

*Image of Albatross by Chris Jordan

Copyright © Maureen McGreavy | Year Posted 2018

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Daniel the Conqueror

In a land far away was a family with two boys
The oldest loved sports the youngest only toys.
You should be like your big brother the father would always say
It’s time for you to toughen up and leave this childish play.
Yes Quinton was a fighter, loved games of every sort,
But nothing did he want to do more than play a sport.
Daniel he was meek and mild a softie like his mother
He hated when his dad would say, “Be more like your brother.”
Hurt and down he took a walk up on a rocky hill
Throwing stones hard at the water, he let his anger spill.
Why doesn’t my dad love me? Into the air he cried,
Kicking rocks with fists curled, tight against his side.

Meanwhile on an island far across the sea
A leader spoke to the animals, almost like a plea.
Legends say a leader from mainland shall appear 
A strong and faithful warrior, a boy that has no fear.
How shall we find this man child? Asked the animals out loud,
We’ve never seen a human said a yearling really proud.
The Albatross said strong and brave, I will bring him here
I know he isn’t very far, I feel his presence near.
The bird flew out across the sea searching high and low
Wondering where he’d find him, the boy they needed so.
There; high up on a hill side a warrior stood so tall,
He knew it was the chosen one, for he could hear him call.

Now in a flash he swooped down, grabbed Daniel real fast
The albatross was thinking, I’ve found the boy at last.
Daniel he was screaming as he dangled by one leg
Flying over water yelling let me go I beg.
As they neared the island, the animals all gathered round
Watching as the big white bird, let their hero down.
Welcome said a racoon, we’ve waited here so long
Today we’ll have a party, let’s fill the woods with song.
They sat all night telling horrible tales of an enemy they feared
And all felt a little safer now that Daniel had appeared.
I’m not the hero you think I am, there’s been a bad mistake
And a little bunny looked at him, you must be for my sake.

Daniel fell in love that night with all his new friends here
None of them made him feel bad, they made him feel so dear.
For their sakes I must beat this foe, an enemy, a disgrace 
Making sure he never comes back to this peaceful place.
For days they planned together, what everyone would do
And when the varmint showed up they stood up to him too.
Instead of running and hiding, they stood together tight 
The badger lost the battle and ran home fast that night.
The wise old owl thanked Daniel for ridding the beast at last
Conquering their worst enemy, who now is in the past.
On wings of love the hero left his friends on the islands strand
When Daniel went back home that day, he had become a man.

The moral of my story? With a little love and trust,
Everyone can be a hero, we are more than clay and dust.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
Carol Eastman’s Contest: 
Fable to the Rescue 

Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014

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James Bond Island

A breathtaking panoramic view fascinated my sight into the offing, As the sea gloriously shows its precious treasure magnificently floating; Making me wish to be an albatross to hover and hop around; On those beautiful islands highlighted by a single beauty named, James Bond. This place is known originally and locally as Nail Island, It’s one of the best tourists’ spots found in Phang Nga Bay at Phuket, Thailand A prominent tall stone coated with green nailed unto the sea amidst the others, Which you and I will surely be amazed by its spectacular beauty and wonder. Sightseeing trip is priceless while on your way to its exact location, You can pass by at the Monkey Caves with golden Buddha - another real attraction, Taking a convenient long-tailed boat as you finally tour along the bay, Stop by at floating Bin Laden Village to complete your day.
Aug. 2, 2013 12.30am Note: I've visited this place once & it's really beautiful. To view the pictures, you can google it or watch the movie of James Bond;))) TY Third Place Contest: Latest Poem Judged: 8/14/2013 sponsor: My greatest poet, PD

Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2013

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Sleepless Nights

Insomnia, familiar friend,
crawled into bed this summer night
so once again, inflamed with dread
I wander now in pitch of dark 
and touch the places, now by heart, that sprawl unstirred by weary minds

This lonely place, where I used to come
where armless grief, and headless doubt
and worry filled the rooms
I know you cold, my land of oz
So ruthless do you change your face
into a place I once refrained

But,  don't pretend to make me fear, toxic robber of my sleep
I've known you much too long
You masquerade in shades of gray
And now I know that dark of night, is not the blackest thing
And room by room, I'll play the game
until the light of day

The shadows magnify your art
and though they magnify my loss of sleep
and while I've tossed and turned in vain
I've lost the lonely albatross
that pulled against the grain

From hooded thresholds I embark
to find a language of the dark
A liquid language of a mystic night, 
that switches on the light

I've walked the halls of ghosts I knew, and those I hope to meet
I've felt the stares, and shared myself, no secrets left to keep
But not tonight, familiar friend
you bask in myth I understand
I'll fill the tasks that need my hands, until the light of day...

For Leonora Galinta's Contest

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2012

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Albatross Wings

Feathered wings to slice the sky
leaving a cloud residue trail
Shadow the size of a dime on the water
blends into the waves as they sail
Perfume of ancients in salt crested waves
carried toward heavenly things
Rise up like fury to catch the next trip
on the back of the albatross wings.
Albatross flying like a bright white balloon
let loose from a child’s hand
So close to be captured but just far away
to be lost from our view where we stand.
A beacon of sea life, a voice in the wind
at attention and ready to dive
Feathers of flight, dormant by night
“till the waves crashing morning arrive.

Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005

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above the gray

few are charmed with albatross wings
to glide high above the toothy surf
to soothe the cliffs that yearn to sing 
in granite tones of golden destiny 

some are born with burning stumps,
prone to dream... never to shadow suns
they cling to icy crags and siren tones
stumbling on drunken cliffs above bloody shoals

others are born void of most everything
say for pearled hearts and hungry beaks 
gazing out toward indifferent skies, 
awaiting silver miracles that drift on by...on by 

a few are never meant to breathe at all
briefly tumbling in the throat of violent squall
wee flakes on glacial lakes of bluing memory
few are charmed with albatross wings


Copyright © Anthony Slausen | Year Posted 2015

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Starcrossed Love Affair....

Path lost...starcrossed
on the wings of an albatross

Flying through such stormy weather
battle elements,but not together

Sun setting....upsetting
deprived of love they should be getting

Alone they walk on different oceans
stormy seas disrupting motion

Soulmates....never too late
two lovers fate as must they wait.... mind gets ahead of me
since you're the only one I see....

Copyright © jay del fierro | Year Posted 2007

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of suffering deep, tween pain and asleep, and the curse still lingers like crime, a fiendish mind wheels, still turning out deals, and slip-sliding thoughts to begrime, get back in your box, un-sweet albatross, begone to the nethers of mind, bad voices are still, mourning their loss, in spirit i'm doing just fine, got a grip on its throat, never mind, bad thoughts continue to gloat, yet the battle is mine, bloody mine... of: p.d. "Cronic Pain" Don

Copyright © DON JOHNSON | Year Posted 2012

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A Great Unease

A great unease has come, quite slow to flee.
To some it brings woe twofold. Constantly,
I feel its breath upon me though I pray
to see it gone. Instead, it’s wont to stay -
infecting me with insecurity.

And if it were a thing that we could see,
an albatross I’d guess that it would be -
with feathers changed from white to dingy grey. . . 
a great unease.

This fretful thing that smells of misery
has spread its wings and grows relentlessly.
I sensed it in my land the fateful day
twin towers fell and blue sky turned to grey.
Events since spiraled,  leaving not just me. . . 
a great unease.

(Many things happened to me in the past ten years, particularly
regarding my health, though nothing too horrible. Coincidentally,
these things started up about the time of 9/11 and the war with
Iraq. And so it has all added up(for me at least) to "A Great Unease" 
which I believe has also permeated a lot of our world as global economies
 teeter and people are hanging by a thread with their financial situations.
I don't mean this to be a completely downer poem, but just a representation
of a feeling that has been new and strange to me in this phase of my life.)

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012

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Sailing Away

Cruising the Mediterranean
I don't wish to fight any more
I want to enjoy the sunset
On the sea I so adore

Please hold your tongue
In silence,
View the beauty all around,
Tend the sails with care
So we don't run aground

I'll make us Margaritas,
We'll dine in finest style
As our sloop carries us
Through many a sea mile

No fighting, please,
I beg you,
Let this be a sailing
in but total peace,
And anger and misunderstanding,
I pray that they do cease

So hold me as you did once,
No question of our love,
And watch the Albatross
As he flies off with the dove

The soothing sea to rock us,
As if babies in need of sleep
And the new memories we create
Forever shall we keep.

Copyright © tom bell | Year Posted 2008

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Music for the Soul

Sit back and listen to the music
let it flood over you stirring your soul
as you listen to the oh so haunting notes
close your eyes and drift away on wings

Each note so sharp and crystal clear
what need for words as you hear
angel's wings beating up high
sails flapping aimlessly

As circling  the dying ship
The albatross sweeps the sky
Hear the whoosh as he passes
the sounds of dead souls  cry out

Ah Mr Fleetwood you inspire me
as I hear the hauntingly lovely notes
telling the story without words
just letting the notes speak for you

written 07/29/2013

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2013

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Torturous Twenty Four.

Forlorn in midnights vastness
Twinkling cousins as patient companions
She covets him
Her blushing glow pacifying the empty night
Descending toward dawn
Anxious Lingering

He will come for her…

Slowly the stars fade out and night dissipates in morning mist
Ocean breezes begin murmuring the promise
Life begins again this new day

He ascends the heavens upon brilliant light
His rending ardor glowing sultry upon her face
Almost becoming one they embrace in chaste love 
Only for the moment before she falls away

Mirroring souls caught in a cyclical lovers dance
Reaching out for the other at dawn and dusk
Losing one another time and again

Forlorn within the midday skies
Gentle clouds and albatross as patient company
He yearns for her
His heavy radiance granting the gifts on the new day
Descending towards twilight
Restless Lingering

She will come for him…

Copyright © Charles Fuller | Year Posted 2007

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Birds at Sea

Adrift upon the ocean  
bob a bunch of resting birds.
What is it that they call themselves?
A flock or school or herd?

Could it be this feathered colony  
is a band or horde at best
No screeches, calls or gaggling,
they don’t brood or crowd or nest

Spread out like black freckles,
birds are shuffled by default.
Flavoring the ocean
dash of pepper to sea’s salt

Not gliding like mighty albatross
with wingspan strong and wide.
Or dancing with the currents
right by the dolphins side

Just floating in the middle
between the blue and green
Neither soaring in the heavens
or a coral dance routine  

And there, what’s that beneath them,
beyond their paddling feet
Just some strange attraction?
Or friends they’re yet to greet.

A sudden splash of water!
Could it be a pod of whales?  
Or the giggle of a baby seal,
nipping at their tails.

Will they look right through the jellyfish,
that flash and throb and group
to the gathering bunch of mackerel
congregating in the soup

But no, they’re not much bothered
by the party in full swing.
They just gossip amongst each other
While cleaning weathered wings

Waiting for the wind to change
On the ocean they sit tight
Regaining all that energy
needed to take flight

So what's its name, this party?
Of primp and craning necks.
In the skies they flock together
On the ocean, they’re a wreck!

Copyright © Grant Norwood | Year Posted 2016

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Self pity

Looking through my tainted window of gloom

grey skies, rain falling, feeling sorrow

impatiently wanting  life to resume,

will things change, get better tomorrow, 

sure that  grass was greener the other side,

not walking a mile in your well trod shoes 

now ashamed looking for somewhere to hide

didn't realise how easily I would bruise,

underestimate this feeling of loss

an unidentifiable man anymore 

floundering like a wounded albatross,

indecent intentions, now I deplore

apologises are unheard, your not here

didn't know how so much I loved you dear.

Copyright © Roy Pett | Year Posted 2017

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Peregrine falcons at a high speed dive

Albatross starting to soar or glide

Hawks high in the sky

Doves still or continuing to fly

Woodpeckers on telephone poles, near power lines

Crows I see all the time
While working or when I drive

Quail out in the open then they hide

Vultures out to get a piece of the pie
Of whatever happened to die

Jays making noise as I pass them by

Pelicans often near the ocean side

Hummingbirds so cool, quick and sly

Gulls and many others after what catches their eye

Roosters making noise before and after the light shines
Owls on the prowl, usually at night time

Other birds, I'm unfamiliar with, which are hard for me to describe
Bless them all every single type and kind

Copyright © Dalton Ogletree | Year Posted 2017

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Winter's Journey - Part 1b

“Winter’s Journey”  (Part 1b)

Your mother's Universe resounds inside you 
where you are every single sparkling star 
in every planet’s sky, the Galaxies are vast you see, 
in you she’ll never die.

You are all the pearls in all her deepest azure oceans, 
every minuscule grain of sand, 
all the coal shining precious diamonds in far away mysterious lands, 
and the perilous ocean ice-packs where she stood so strong for you.
You are all the treasures in her treasure box, spilling out from
bulging lid,
lying quietly in your very own ocean for you to discover when you're 
not a kid.

You must remember Little Bear, you're never really 
alone nor apart. 
Mother Bear is crying out her messages loud and very clear
all over strange clouds and distant airwaves to you,
that she is always very very near. 
It rings mercilessly out it’s message 
like a toll bell ringing in a raging ocean storm, 
remember this message always, 
nothing could ring more clearer -
What you think is “easier” 
is never, 
usually the norm.

Believe what she has taught you, the Truth will always steer you Home
when your inner map is foggy, 
or your caught pinned somewhere perilous 
beneath this expansive Dome.
Listen and remember, keep faith in what she imparts,
this is your shield to deflect all that will burn only for a little while, 
it’s just a slight nip, a sharp sting,
but will never be the Fire that will ever destroy your heart.
You take your lessons from her, an elixir full of love,
you fall over, you get straight back up again, put on your special gloves; 
you’re made of her strong stuff you see and it is made from unbreakable

The TRUTH is Baby bear,
a Sea Leopard never changes it’s spots.
This is what you must remember, never forget,
not one jot.

I know it is hard to fathom, let it sink where it belongs.
The Strongest Kindest Polar Bear would forgive, learn and reflect,
but the Strongest Kindest Polar Bear, will impart to you now,
one must never ever forget.

Little Bear, you must get back in the Ocean 
swim through all that flotsam too,
follow the other Polar Bears, your like-minded stalwart brethren 
to pristine crystal water views.
Have no fear
you will make it through all that wash,
they are the ones you want swimming with you,
not the other shallow dross, 
the ones stuck in a Zoo, 
the ones caught in steel cages
standing in their own poo.
Follow the Sea Birds, the Albatross too, 
for they are good luck to bring a 
Mother HOME to you.

(Lovejoy-Burton/Dec 2017)

Copyright © Leanne Lovejoy-Burton | Year Posted 2017

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My Oxymoronic Poem

Waking up that day with a silent scream
while feeling a sense of dread,
having dreamt about a sanitary landfill
and the living dead,

And later driving on the parkway
to my small crowded cafe,
ordered some jumbo shrimp
which I more or less ate,

Looking around noticed some
people who acted legally drunk,
as I tried to act naturally trying
not to stare at the slovenly punks,

I kinda sorta finished my meal 
and out loud said good grief,
payed the exorbitant price and
went to the bathroom for some relief,

And feeling pretty ugly like an albatross, 
while in there applied a little lipstick gloss;
and while leaving felt like I committed some crime,
hoping next time I'll notice the proper bathroom sign, 

Then drove home and
parked in my driveway,
waved at my resident alien
across the street way,

Walking in my house I
found missing my sock,
my passive aggressive husband
between a hard place and a rock,

Showing me an exact estimate
which he got for our roof,
I said I got the same difference
which he clearly misunderstood,

And finally before retiring,
listened to some soft rock,
holding onto my genuine imitation
of my now found once lost sock.

Copyright © cheryl hoffman | Year Posted 2016

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Step in the past

I sat in the kitchen, Mum stood at the sink,
the radio nattered away,
when all of a sudden she stopped washing the pots,
a Fleetwood Mac song started to play.
It was 'Albatross', “ We used to both dance to this,
a Slow Foxtrot, your Dad and me,
come on, grab my hand, have a go, learn the steps
it is easy to do, as you'll see ”.
We stood face to face, hand in hand and began,
as she walked through the steps like a pro,
I tried to pick up both the rhythm and steps
without crushing all of her toes.
We moved round the floor in a figure of eight,
by the end of the song not too bad,
and with a smile on her face, both eyes closed,
for a second,
she danced Slow Foxtrot with my late Dad.

Copyright © Viv Wigley | Year Posted 2018

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My Love is Like a Bird

My love is like an Owl
Knowledgeable and deep and wise
My love is like the Raven
With magic behind its eyes

My love is like an Eagle
Its lineage crowned most high
My love is like a Lark
So swift and scarce and shy

My love is like the Peregrine
Soaring silent above the hill
My love is like the Dove
Spreading peace and good will

My love is like the Stork
Bringing life so fair and bright
My love is like the Sparrow
It’s intuition for life’s fading light

My love is like the Albatross
Floating high on fair winds
My love is like the Crow
The darkened portent that it sends

My love is like the fabled Tern
Crossing continents the status quo
My love is like the Penguin
With its tuxedo in the snow

My love is like the Mynah
Able to sing any song or say
My love is like the Rooster
Heralding each brand new day

But most of all my love is like the Lovebird
Her loving song oft heard
That perfect pair to my person
And the inspiration for these words

Copyright © James Burns | Year Posted 2010

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My Chagrin

Once again to my chagrin
     This nightmare perseveres
And through the glass it comes to pass
     To feed upon my fears

And it seems to slay my dreams
     And in their stead leave blind
Mine own two eyes to that one prize
     My soul doth seek to find

Still I pray that night gives way
     And cures this circumstance
That captive holds my weary soul
     Within it's darkened trance

And perhaps lay loose the straps
     That bind me to this cross
And free from 'round my neck now bound
     This curs'ed albatross

Copyright © James Burns | Year Posted 2010

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You dodo bird

On the ground as awkward’s be                         			                
Taken to heavenly flight                                                                                             
Albatross born seed single                                                                                         
When all dove birds fly

Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2010

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Femme Fatale

Femme Fatale By A Wishing Well 
  (In The Wastelands Of War)

Warm as breath on placid skin,
Soft as gentle summer rains,
Loud as natures angry clouds
That gather in ambushed lanes,
To confer with the wounded boys
Whose blood on artillery stains,
Etched with the faded epitaphs
Tattooed on her mortal remains.
  Drop a pebble 
    In a wishing well,
      If it splashes
        Kiss and tell,
        Touch the ripples
      Of those who fell
    Into the depths
  That lead to hell.
Bright as a second harvest moon,
Hostile as the reapers command,
Silent as a wispy, mournful soul
Who wept upon a troubled land,
To kneel beside the enemies gun
Where heroic men should stand,
Saluting to the pipes and drums
Crushed in her seductive hand.
  Shine a penny
    Make a wish,
      Reach inside
        The waters swish,
        With fickle hearts
      And silver fish
    That nibble souls
  In the dark abyss.
Parched as a crimson sunset
Dark as burnt as ashen oak,
Lost as a wayward albatross
Who rode upon plumes of smoke,
To soar above the battlegrounds
Where fearless soldiers choke,
Thirsting for the tears of grief
Her odes to conflict will evoke.
  Swim in pools
    Of fatal love,
      Where broken hearts
        Have seen enough,
        Where one embrace
      Can lead to a shove,
    To silently drown
  In the sky above.
Sleepless as the lifeless limbs
Tormented on a captive throne,
Homeless as a wartime refugee
Who wanders the ruins alone,
To rummage through the corpses
Where kings have turned to stone,
Beside the statues of our heroes
Carved from her flesh and bone.
  Drift with angels
    Who sing so loud
      Their choral dirge
        For the baying crowd,
        Who in their victory
      Stand so proud,
    Casting rainbows
  Just to catch a cloud.
Black as a pond of liquid pitch,
Laying still as a stagnant mire,
Dead as a feild of burning poppies
That perished in the crossfire,
Where rows of scarlet bouquets
Hang limply on the twisted wire,
Woven into the crimson tunics
For her lustful eyes to admire.
  Blackest billows 
    Full of dread,
      Ride the wind
        That blows ahead,
        Then go to sleep
      On a feather bed,
    Under the wings
  Of the angels that fled.
Calm as a sultry midnight sky
Barren as the frozen sea,
Nervous as autumnal leaves
Clinging hopelessly to a tree,
To fall as mighty nations fall
Precariously existing as free,
Devoid of any reasonable doubt,
Only agreeing to disagree.
  Then ravens flock
    In stormy skies,
      To peck her heart
        And kiss her eyes,
        To see a prophet
      Old and wise,
    Who tell of soldiers
  With tearful eyes.
Ruthless as a spiders web
Perfumed with an orchids tear,
Reliant on the seasons end
To harvest the fruits of fear,
The ravages of war smell sweet
As friends and lovers appear,
Between the haunted vestibules
With the ghosts of yesteryear.
  Look to the east,
    Look to the west,
      The archers arrows
        Will pierce her chest,
        All her dreams
      Were laid to rest
    Behind the ravens
  Empty nest.
Worshiped as non-specifics
Revered as an unknown thing,
Insidious as the fallen angel
Who sewed on her broken wing,
To fly between the gravestones
Just to lure the spirits to sing,
The hymns of desperate faiths
To which her heart will cling.
  Lunge her sword
    With a victory cry,
      Who will love her
        If all should die?
        Make a wish,
      Say goodbye,
    Men will fall
  From the empty sky.
Mysterious as a femme fatale,
Innocent as her poetic ink,
Destructive as her fickle rhymes
That tempt men to further think,
About those glorious victories
Which left humanity on the brink,
Drawn toward the bloody abyss
Where she, without pity, will drink.
  Cups her ear,
    There's a tolling bell
      Echoing softly
        Where spirits dwell,
        Comedy, tragedy
      And a magic spell,
    Are all just pebbles
  In a wishing well.
Relentless as the wrath of time,
Enchanting, distorting eternity,
Perfect as the elusive metaphors
Which are too beautiful for me,
Like the conscientious objector
Who will sing "what will be will be".
To her infant and our ancestors
Dying on her bloodstained knee.
  Recite to them your poem
    Still, so much to tell,
      Words on pebbles
        Like soldiers fell,
        Femme fatale
      What price is hell?
    I tossed my last penny
  Into your wishing well......

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