Best Swords Into Ploughshares Poems
‘Turn swords into ploughshares and nightmares to dreams’
I have not one plough and no shares in the market
Insomnia has taken over my nights the rest is illusion
Ambitions are exhausted and hope has no yearning
Freedom dangles on the rope of puppet-less strings
Vacuum reflects an echo of silent ear bursting rasping
Dissonance oozes from cacophony’s apathetic rattle
The heavy clanger of other’s fraudulent forge melts disowned blood
Into ice in my veins as a purulent mind oozes vile battles' cries
Muted by trench feet scraping bottomless mind-fields and apathy
‘Pull yourself out of catatonia’s core-less pits’
But there is no kernel of truth and fruits of desire have rotted
To the acrid stench of a Self carefully lost on broken branches
Snapped composure looms over a well-trodden treacherous path
Carved into an involuntary hermit’s cave by a cliff edged road side
It is grave in the cavern in which vacant vagrants jumble their bones
Disconnect their last possession and wilfully trade skulls and bones
‘This too shall pass and so many others have been stuck in the rot’
And yet suffocation in some muddy sludge is sinking
Slowly and excruciatingly tempting to join forces of evil
A dark rusty anchor floats high on the unreachable ceiling
Time I have endless measures of but the world is upside down
I am out of the picture that has faded memories for the future
Dislodged and dismembered I am a powerful union of nothing
‘Change your perspective and find solace where it is hidden’
So he who is I from the distance finally lets go of unwarranted grip
Descends as far from the surface as possible beyond expectations
And finds footing of the shackles where the ploughshare should be
The spikes pierce my soles and my soul ostensibly drowned in sorrow
At least there is pain and some place in between scars to feel emotions
That tentatively nurture rescue apparently beyond impossible salvation
‘Your advice seemed hollow but there is some loving space left inside my shell’
29th November 2019
imagine there is a war and nobody goes
turns swords into ploughshares instead
builds homeless shelters instead of bunkers
shares toil freedom and land
resists grabbing power
dresses in peace flags and love
the silent majority does not wish
to be slaughtered on battle fields
to satisfy greed and corruption
and they have a say because
they are the masses
we the people need to find our voice
a choir of compassion
and pacifist canon
rhymed metered and tranquil
poetry in untroubled stance and
rhythm of caring intention
I was once a soldier
had sold my soul to the highest bidder
to finance studies and life style
which still leaves a sour taste on my vita
today I am a simple poet
with something to say
quietly walk away from aggression
and hope that my bubble will spread
imagine there is a heaven
and we can stop burning bridges
as well as bear the cross on our shoulders
31st January 2023
SUPERNOVA
Stars can't shine without darkness
God has a purpose for your pain,
A reason for your struggles,
A reward for your faithfulness.
Save the rope and leave the dope,
Take a life, run the mile,
Execute the thought
Let the Hades' voice wane
Don't pull the plug now
See the end until life is over,
Still be the supernova.
When it shines so bright
It's at the expense of explosion
Many lives depends on this life,
Generations wait endlessly to drink
From the steep ocean called YOU
To suck from your milk and honey soul
Not to sing the graven song and so
Give hope for tomorrow
Better days will surely follow.
They laugh at you because you're different?
Laugh at them because they're the same
Never bow to those ephemeral gods,
They will fade into shades,
Ignore the names, rise above the blames
Stir your flames, set ablaze the shame
Don't turn swords into ploughshares
Glory is concealed underneath
The veil of mist over the hills,
Way to glory is through the furnace
It's never a Cinderella on ice
But knocked hard by the rod
Not to be knocked-out
But beaten and banged to shape
The iron does not know
Until it becomes the envy,
The cynosure of all eyes,
To honour and to cherish;
A Samurai sword of valour
Shinning with blaze of glory and power,
That is who you are!
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 2015.
Let the flags
come down
let the nations
"beat their swords into ploughshares"
The trouble must stop!
Let peace flow like a river
Joy is what we shall know
And eyes will see tomorrow
If we act now!