Best Balaclavas Poems
To all who have been touched by evil
Paris
Liberte, Egalite, Fraternite
We shout louder, always love, peace, tolerance, liberte…a world one in unity.
We are not afraid of you, we look you in the eye, cold dark eyes of hatred, ideology. Hiding behind your masks of balaclavas the fact that you are dead….thugs seeking to destroy…we are stronger, we shout love peace, tolerance, liberte, so wrap that fact around your head.Armed with weapons of mass destruction, we are armed with something higher. Nothing you can do can ever extinguish, extinguish the fire.
Though a blow has hit us, innocent bodies lay in our streets, we rise up…. we rise up….Those were our loved ones most dear, there blood is on your hands…accountable you shall be. Soulless yes, the living dead pity…you have lost your heart…sold out…sold out your humanity a long time ago.
The world pauses…uniting, universal humanity….brother and stranger against common foe.
You who have lost your vision, the beauty that’s within, never seeing or hearing deaf and blind but your own. Yet moment by moment you are being defeated through a smile across cultures alike, every smile breaking down barriers and arms us in the fight. Our weapons are stronger and cannot be defeated they are love, peace, tolerance, liberte.
Pity…..oh pity of seeing without love….
We rise up , we rise up and tell you an outstretched body won forgiveness , the true power of our power found in his love. A love that can never be defeated, with hatred, bullet or sword that’s the true freedom of love.
Though there’s pain in loving, it shapes us and shows we deeply care, so make each moment matter, live it, feel it, breathe it,it is your gift of who you are. You don’t experience all that it means to be human truly alive…until you learn it is in loving one another that we grow.
We are risen side by side.
As we stand united, united in this love….you fire you bullets of hatred that can never touch, the world is united, united in the power….the power that is love. It can never be extinguished or defeated it’s felt within the heart.
We stand one with another against your campaign of hate and terror, we do solemnly declare…we speak louder…we speak louder because we speak the language, the language that has power, that language is love.
Winter memories that are still so vivid and bright
Those endless days playing with your mates
Snow falling when it should do, kids shouting and screaming
"It's snowing" running out, mum's shouting "Get some warm clothes on"
Scarves, balaclavas and gloves, only your face showing
Sledging in the snow, home made by dad, the lucky ones with bought ones
And the snow was proper snow, snow that came and stayed
Snow so deep you could only see your mate's head's above it.
Snow that made you want to play, sliding down hills falling on your backsides
Soaking your clothes getting your body chilled but still totally thrilled
Digging the snow off your path with dad making snowmen, huge snowmen
Who had carrot noses and coal for eyes and mouths with an old scarf around his neck to keep him warm
No cars on the road the whole street your playground
Having snow ball fights, taking sides and ganging up, wanting to be part of the best gang
Lying in the snow rolling down hills laughing and shivering
Then the darkness comes, off home to mum, she's fussing taking your wet clothes off droping them on the floor
Towels and pyjamas hung by the roaring fire, being wrapped in the warm towel mum furiously rubbing "you'll catch your death" she's saying
Pyjamas on, drinking warm milk sat on the carpet in front of the fire
Watching TV, the Flintstones, Beverly Hillbilly's maybe Huckleberry Hound and Yogi Bear.
Then it's bedtime, going up the stairs slowly not wanting to go, mum shouting after you "I'll be up in a minute"
Kneeling at the side of the bed, saying your prayers, Our Father who art in heaven.....
"Look after my mum and dad and my sister" then silently to yourself "Please God let the snow still be here tomorrow"
Summertime
sombreros hammocks
imbibing sweating traipsing
beach sunbathing lake ice skating
gorging freezing stumbling
balaclavas eiderdowns
Wintertime
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