Best Flanders Poems

Courage of Youth, Battle of Ypres, Flanders Field
(A Tribute)

Tough as nails young man with a red right hand
red-fire and whiskey ran in his blood.
Courageous seed of vast and cold hard land
quick temper, power of a surging flood.
Seeker of life, its promised mysteries
rash gambler with all...

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my brittle bones are like this fence, so built
          on throes of horrors shrouded with the hilt
               of war's inanely senseless blade,...

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Parody of The Gas Man Cometh by Flanders and Swann

It was on a Monday morning the boiler man came to call
Said he’d return with spare parts -  but I’d have to wait till fall

It was on a Tuesday morning the tax man came to...

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Famished and flagging footsoldiers;
formerly fitters and farmers.
Facing fatigue, fitful fever,
faeces and foul, foetid fungi.
Fostering feelings, frustrated,
for this faraway, foreign field.

Forsaking fissures and furrows,
forced forwards with fleetness of foot.
Firearms flash and fragments fly far,
feigning the firmament aflame.
Fighting so fierce and ferocious,
fratricide set free on this field.

Fuelled...

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A gentle wind asks
Answered, simply, why not still
Said family grieve




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Famished and flagging footsoldiers;
facing fatigue, fitful fever,
faeces and foul, foetid fungi.
Fostering feelings, frustrated,
for this faraway, foreign field.

Forays so fraught with fine failure;
forfeiting furtive and fiendish,
fatally fettered from the first.
Forged by such fatuous fawners,
for folly to feud for a field.

Forced forwards with fleetness of foot;
firearms flash...

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In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies grow;
Their roots reach down to twine amongst the bones,
The mouldering bones.

Each skull in grinning disbelief voices 
Its eternal question, for what? And no answer comes,
No answer comes.

There are no lungs to find;
Long rotted from within, from gasping breaths...

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 War

atrocious, sanguinary

destructing ,frightening , excruciating

battlefield , troupers  ,rosary~beads  ,mediator

forgiving , loving ,uniting

harmonic,pristine

Peace



Charmaine Chircop

For Dr. Ram Mehta's contest (Diamante)...

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Through Flanders fields old ghosts cry and weep 

Through the petals of blood red poppies 

Even the soaring birds mute their mournful cry

In deference to souls sacrificed in vain

The end of all wars was a prize worth dying for

Those that lie here never knew the...

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Red Poppies of Flanders

Digging trenches 
Dawn to dusk
Forcing shovels 
In the dust...

Weather's freezing 
Clothes to skin
While it's raining,
Yet, again...

Rank and muddy 
Head to toe
Slip and sliding 
As we go...

The blinding lights
The deaf'ning sounds
The endless nights 
In muddy grounds...

Trenches flooding 
Through the ranks
Muddy waters
Breach the banks...

Wounds...

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A duck slowly paddles across the still water,
Disturbing the reflection of brooding storm clouds
Above. The pond sits close to the top of the ridge;
Precisely round, there are no streams entering or
Leaving to explain its presence. Cold wind keens 
Through the mis-shapen trees nearby; the thin...

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Sneak, sneak, power, power.
My little carton of milk.
God protects him.
All over the Ned.
Sneak, Sneak, twizzle of eye.
Light light, almost on.
Light, light, candle option.
Of course, rubbber.
Coming close.
Ned catches you....

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FLANDERS LAMENTED

In NAM we watched rare shrapnel bloom
no fields of poppies marked our doom.
So trusting we marched forth to save
yielding grief’s flowers at every grave.
Those alive cannot console friends who lay
in forlorn peace through out each day.
The only answer for each to die,
far from Flanders...

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[with apologies to Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae]

We are the winkers! Short days ago,
We played all night, until dawn's glow,
Squopped and were squopped: for here we go
In the Fields of Winks, to hop them low....

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Here we lie beneath the poppies
Blowing in the Flanders air
Do not forget our sacrifice
Do not forget that we were there

Young men forged in heat of battle
Neighbors, brothers, sons
Lost in time, with just our markers
Lost to lie, beneath the sun

Remember us as men of valor
Remember what...

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