Civil War Poems

And still his death haunts webbed wide world post American Civil War

And still his death haunts webbed wide world post American Civil War

Preface: On the evening of April 14, 1865, while attending a special performance of the comedy, "Our American Cousin," President Abraham Lincoln was shot.

President Abraham Lincoln died approximately nine hours after being shot at Ford's Theatre. The assassination occurred on the evening of April

No Escape

We can’t escape it, don’t know what to do.
People at each other, guess it’s overdue.
Yeah, we’ve read about it.
Is it here? I doubt it,
but I’m here to tell ya that it all is true.
 
Cuz the world’s falling fast into decay.
Makes me wanna stand up, shout to say -
I don’t really know man!
Where we gonna

Uncivil War by Jim Barlow

Leaves flap in the breeze 
From the tops of the trees 
’Round the battlefield that 
Rests just below. 

Hand to hand 
Sun to sun 
We pass on the notion 
That civility in war has never been done. 

Brothers in arms, 
Brothers in harm. 
Slaves to graves, 
Anger in waves. 

People in chains, 
Brandishing pains. 
Blue

A civil war ferociously raged

A civil war ferociously raged...

within complex edifice...
derelict hulking corpse delineated courtesy
seared, singed, smoldered smithereens
formerly robust warrior
slain during prime of his life
heavenly corporeal outstanding entity
subjected to fateful foragers
courtesy camping buzzfeeding carrion -
fancy feast for famished
uber twittering, jump/kick starting
crowing angry birds

made short shrift
decayed discarded detritus
filched flesh from felled soldier
denuding human legendary poet
picked bone clean
his once powerful promising

The Reign

A coat was laid upon the shoulders
potential threats firmly at bay
arms that held the precious mould are
protecting those who chose to pray

a bridge to cross a sea of secrets
as towers leaned towards their fate
cross the heart and aim to keep it
and swallow what will fill the space 

a canopy arched over wisdom
confidence came in its

April 12 Dire Prediction Civil War 2

Civil War 2.0 

Reading the latest polls 
Showing that President Biden
 And Ex-President Trump 
Tied in a dead  heat
In the polls
Particularly in the swing states.

. I realize there is 
Real possibility 
 That Donald Trump could
 Be elected president again,.

 Again, and if so, what would he do?
These nightmares keep me up
At 0 dark

civil war

Hamlet, sharpen your sword of trust, for Macbeth is surely waiting.

The specter of ‘Civil war’ stalks the land and the ghosts of senseless violence, so long docile, have come to hollow-eyed attention.

Our cauldron was filled with innocence, as the ever-thirsty succubi require, the glory of war is being shaken, not stirred and the betrayal will

A Civil War

Yes, a polite war would be acceptable.
A respectful carnage, much more civilized.
A war to remember as genteel, noble,
and well played.

One officer to another:
"I say old chap can you move your men
a bit to the left over there,
so as we may shoot them more cleanly?"

"Anything to oblige sir,
we can't have the wounded littering the battlefield
creating any

American Civil War Reassessed

The seeds of self-destructive strife
Were sown soon after drums and fifes
Extolled success from breaking free
From Britain's aristocracy.

The Constitution's writ accedes
Peculiar Institution's needs:
Proportional House seats would be
Increased counting slave property.

Cross purposes within the cloth
Of nationhood revealed the moth
That slowly raveled fine knit strands
Exposing North and South demands.

Decades of wrongs in faint disguise
Betrayed the truth and broke

Civil War II

Civil War II

Perhaps if civil war comes, it will be broken into scores of guerilla wars.  
This prolonged agony is a reason General Lee surrendered!

The division in America—2024

Once again, they’ll vote him in
Unfinished business he’s say’n
With inflation, border security, and Putin
If I were President, no war ‘tween Russian and Ukrainian 

The root of every

Thinking of the Civil War

Dancing to a Dixieland band, I think of General Lee
And General Sherman who led a march to the sea.
I am glad that I did not live in the south back in the day.
I cannot imagine how fast my sad feet could not run away.

Something To Look Forward To, Part Vi

...Though in closing, it must be said
they did not remain there for long.
A damned Yankee wed to a Reb?
The locals all declared it wrong.

Like many others they went west,
and made Colorado there home,
the family lives there to his day,
‘Abner’ a family name well-known.

…and ‘April’ too.

Something To Look Forward To, Part V

...For the remainder of the war
he kept to himself, since he knew
making friends set you up for pain,
there was naught to look forward too.

The months passed and Lee surrendered,
the war came to its brutal end,
Emmet did not go to his farm,
but to Tennesee he did wend.

He found himself in a hollow,
one he’d come to know

Something To Look Forward To, Part Iv

...Emmet would converse with Sophie,
pretend he was a normal man,
while April and Abner slipped away…
young infatuation was grand.

And after their third time out there
April and Abner were engaged,
not coincidently there
was a new baby on the way.

They would have kept on going back
but orders came up from the south,
Sherman did march for Atlanta,
their unit was needed

Something To Look Forward Too, Part Iii

After moments she shook her head,
then moved over to the brick hearth,
a strew cooked over glowing coals,
she threw more spuds in for her part.

Then came over to the main room,
and sat herself down on a chair
Ooposite where Emmet stretched out,
her piercing glaze did find him there.

She said, “You’ve got a lot of nerve,
coming here to

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