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May there be Peace on Earth – Merry Christmas
David Meade
12-20-2014
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Guns fell silent, nervous heads appeared,
one by one from the trenches climbed,
for a short while no-one feared,
some spoke while others mimed.
They kicked a football,
hugged fellow man.
Peace to all.
We can
stop
In memory of the Christmas truce in 1914, when men from both sides,
for a brief period, forgot their differences. For contest 'It's Christmas time again', sponsor Broken Wings
November 26th, 2017
The truth in a poem lies in the empty spaces between the words
salvation lies where sad blue notes sting and cling
and the ever constant pain of your absence
has not yet settled in my soul
My love lies in the fathomless depth of your sea-green eyes
that led me to sorrowful merciless minor chords but happy choruses
you’re gone but your melody embedded in my heart remains
and won't let go
I rejoiced yesterday when you called and said you would return soon
but I detected in your hesitant answers how empty your words were
if it weren’t for the relief your voice gave me
I would not feel secure and celebrate in joyous expectation
But in lonely anticipation I will sit and wait, without hope
She watched with absent eyes from the dark
As the tundra of our smiles performed their dances
The snowy winds long ago snuffed out this spark
We speak our pleasantries like dolls in trances
Our summer years passion now a winking coal Winter's embrace
Gone are the "I love you" days
Gone are angry words turned to Oreos
Now we go our separate ways
Our hearts weren't meant to play in stereo
Let the notes of my misery play through these sighs
I left quickly before I was lost in mournful goodbyes
Alone in darkness, unable to cry
Wishing some kind hand would help me die
An uneasy truce hovers in the air
combatants tense, no soldier dares
to catch a minute's sleep
the price of that, far too steep
Minutes pass, they feel like hours
searchlights flare o'er watchtowers
The truce so far's held half a night
soldiers curse to mask their fright...
Declare A Truce
Don't know if we really should mind,
When someone has many axes to grind
In final Analysis guinea pigs we become
After hearing beating of her drum.
Religion and politics are poison these days
And what people do when they will praise
Their God in ways we might not understand
They might even stick head in the sand.
About all of the screaming and loud noise,
How you go about making your choice
Of other poets and how you want to address
And affect on them when you do impress.
Belligerent attitude it sure appears to me
And there must be a conflict with equality
Why not give up and say what is the use?
After attending our Poetry Revisited meeting and
one of the poets was hung up on anti-Semitism.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
Come to conclusion by declaring a truce.
In World War One a tiny ray of light
was kindled one bleak cold and wintry night.
On Christmas Eve amidst the throes of war
the blast of battle bruised the earth no more
and carols filled the air on either side
as harmony abridged the great divide.
A perfect peace pervaded no man’s land
whilst conflict ceased and men met hand to hand.
Such unity if only for one day
caused bitterness and hate to melt away.
There in the fearful trenches hearts would smile
and be at peace if only for a while.
Oh may the sinful heart of man break free
from selfish gain and war's futility.
20.01.21
The Christmas truce was a series of widespread unofficial ceasefires along the Western Front of the First World War around Christmas 1914.
Men from the martial planet Mars, versus
We, women from the virtuous Venus,
Long in covert wordless wars to discuss
Way out, change there’s in focus nor status.
For feigning love aimed just at carnal sex,
Man for long’s sharpened his pyrrhic war axe,
Whilst to get loved the fair sex’s paid tithe-tax,
Both pretend peace whilst battles wane and wax.
Should one believe what an expert sayeth,
Conjugal life courses on a feigned faith,
The two fight until truce comes to catch breath,
But liberation scarce cometh ere death!
Till then prevails there an uneasy truce,
Marital truce leads to conjugal juice.
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Sonnets (Tongue-in-cheek) | 01.08.2005, revised July 2023| marriage, sex
Poet’s note: An atypical rhyme scheme using just three rhymes: aaaa/bbbb/cccc/dd
She sat there spell bound
It's so hard to believe
Never has she been speechless
It’s a miracle it seems
No one could comprehend
Why the sudden change
Half time was over
It was back to the game.
The miracle suddenly disappeared
She was her same old self
Her mouth in full gear
No one could figure what had happened here
Then a wise old man
Stood up and said
If we can’t watch the game
Your commercials are dead
Cile Beer
Silent the guns and call your enemy
to say hello, as long as there is life in you
and empathy in mutual suffering by
the massacring virus invading us
like a shrewd salesman of death.
Senseless arms buildup and proxy wars
keep fuel on its fire burning us alive.
Its catastrophe knows no bounds and
we may well be receiving its first wave
like an unending tsunami intent on
submerging all, with no pity for our
piety, or romantic isolationism.
Let peace reign, like clear air, so we
marshal our energy toward the common foe
spreading its eagle wings of death like a
dark and venomous cloud.
Match its irreverence for life with
neighborly love.
Fight its undeclared war
with touch of humanity.
Repel its evil spirit
by planting the sapling soul of peace
in your heart.
Embrace universal truce so
we may all live through this dark carnival.
This rose will surely die
Just as surely
my love for you never will
Sad and dry
this occasional bloom
But I can still smile
knowing petrified love
is still absolute beauty
talked a lot of trash
up and coming ogden nash
hit on Broadway big smash
rode in a cute coach
which is where she lost her broach
eaten by big roach
what we did deduce
did want to declare a truce
instead hung in a noose
we have God to blame
In God's eyes we are the same
saved us from sin and shame
from God we were made
there in cradle Son had laid
in water would wade
what we did realize
Jesus John Baptist did baptize
beneath pale and blue skies
Mary was Holy
Jesus was God's one and only
Prayed to them when lonely
As a last resort
God did give me much support
my sins out did sort
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2021
When fiery language rages
our worlds collide,
That even new moonlight pales
as night-stars hide
Into shadows of inked duskfall
through night and bleak rain--
Where pin- pointed gazes flare
an out-pour again:
I hurl a tempest , wild my yells
You, a cracked windstorm--
Till holy silence overcomes us
turning gust to milder form
Precious reveries slowly abide
clear as lustrous dew;
Unforgotten in time's intervals
scenting passion anew .
Oh dream-makers clutch unto love
Tender the wave of sky…
When velvet kisses rush and meet
drenched in rain’s lullaby.
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4/3/2017
On Any Subject: Brenda Chiri's Contestt
Truth be told
Truth be lied
Nothing left to hide
I get the power to reside
No more just confide
Be by my side
Truth trust slide
Sun stuns through pines
Spun beams shine ‘round
Rhymes of found peace