“Look carefully and see if there could possibly be pain like my pain, like the one bestowed by You upon me.” – Lamentations 1:12
I walk the width of 2000 pound bomb crater in the densely populated refugee camp, searching centimeter by centimeter for the pieces of inhumanity littering the ground, reminding me of the legionnaires of the fascist air force bombing Guernica brutally, wondering how Picasso would paint this tragedy?
Gaza, now the biggest open graveyard in the world, with the bombs breaking the record in Guinness book of record, guttering hospitals, bakeries, schools, and convoys of war refugees, after decades of oppression.
There are cries of the wounded under the rubble, with no way to reach them,
and the stench of death spreading to the distant shores, to the throne of God.
Into Gaza I go, to find hell and retrieve my conscience.
But, you hear the voices? They don't stop singing, over the abyss of war,
Palestine will be free.
Categories:
convoys, abuse,
Form: Free verse
When I'm dead, bury me
In the middle of the school yard, Wkona No. 4,
next to the bomb crater
so that I see the proud faces of my teachers
when they return;
and let me hear the students roar the national anthem.
From Kherson to the blue sea and to
Ukraine's steppe, I have joined the big family
that grants me the right to kill the
invading enemy huddled in its armored convoys to hell.
When I'm dead, don't forget to grant me the eulogy:
embraced death with open arms, embraced liberty,
a nice, sweet word.
Categories:
convoys, war,
Form: Free verse
They came to conquer
Clapping cicada convoys
Chanting freedom calls
Categories:
convoys, freedom, humanity,
Form: Haiku
If a half-baked idea hits you
And knocks you as hard as
A lightning bolt,
That it feels like a megavolt,
Sit and for a while ponder,
And in amazement and awe,
You’ll discover intense wonder.
May angels surround and protect
You from harm
May they
Roam in your life and
Fly in your every dream,
He has sent them, for you
And rank high in His esteem.
A celestial hug they might
Give you to dry up any tears,
And chase away nightmares,
Or any other earthly fears.
The love with which they encompass
Is a feeling that could
Last for years,
So spread this feeling of tender love,
That you have received,
Which cannot measure
Up to any treasure,
And will give perceivable pleasure,
No doubt you were chosen
Isn’t that just wonderful,
Wake up don’t act as if frozen,
You are a master-piece He has woven,
With great joy,
He is so busy, He sends angels as envoys,
They arrive on earth in convoys,
They are commissioned to deliver
All of the above,
Overwhelming, maybe,
Have you not felt their presence before,
In your every pore?
Categories:
convoys, angel,
Form: Free verse
Flowers bloom everywhere,
Pink, orange, yellow fair,
Winter's out, Spring is in,
Verdant Earth's no more bare;
Birds trill 'bove city's din,
Their active life begin;
Cute rabbits jump around,
Baby squirrels abound;
Hark Nature's gleeful noise,
Animal and bird sound ~
Unique Springtime convoys,
Life's energizing joys;
For its idyllic hues,
Spring, anytime I'll choose.
03.19.2021
For Emile Pinet's "HexSonnetta" contest
Categories:
convoys, animal, beauty, bird, flower,
Form: Verse
Experts summoned
War whoops drum on
Speculation ramps up
Excitement amps up
Convoys move out
Generals air doubts
Battle lines drawn
The conflict dawns
It does not go well at all
In the end heavy losses fall
The ground reeks of sweat
The rivers unusually wet
Even the winners groan
Misery's echo moans
Need I still divulge
Only losers win the Battle
~ of the Midriff Bulge...
Categories:
convoys, conflict, loss, soldier, war,
Form: Couplet
Have you ever checked your face in the mirror?
Whom you used to play soccer together
Excitement from the huge and vibrant kites in the sky!
A mother used to feed you with same fondness of affection,
How could you target the nozzle of the gun?
Who set an impermeable layer in your eyes?
There are roaring armed convoys patrolling on the streets with nose upward
Bombs are shower like torrential downpour from the sky
There is even no tiny space to hide
The lungs fill with smoke and dust of the debris
Mother's silent body is under the wreckage of the walls and roofs.
The hands of the babies emerge beneath her chest with a desperate desire to live.
The torn body flies like a burned piece of paper.
Come back and see— no one is the enemy!
The blood is warm, the exact same color like you.
Have you ever checked your face in the mirror?
A merciless butcher, without any sympathy takes the life away,
Are you one of them?
Are you really one of them?
Categories:
convoys, peace,
Form: Prose Poetry
Convoys of flashy cars
Matrimonial coteries perched on car windows
Convey cosy impressions in imaginary bars
Belying divorce shadows
That stalk and haunt new marriages
Where cooking sticks, frying pans fly
As divorce spectres havoc in carriages
Speak and sing a lie
Marriages tell and fail
As happiness through windows evaporates
To spell and impale
Marriages at frenetic rates
Scaring delights and daylights
In homes haunted
In mornings, afternoons and at nights
Taken for granted and taunted
Seventeen thousand divorces
In twenty seventeen
Evil forces from frightening sources
Marriages under siege in a cadaverous canteen
Prompting minds to boggle
Wondering if matrimonial culture sutured
Too many marriages in hedonism gamble, giggle, sniggle and google
In scary scenarios captured and raptured
Time to rethink
Pose questions
Think! Wintry wine glasses don't clink the right link
Marriage institution in need of systemic overhaul actions with surgical sections.
Categories:
convoys, poems,
Form: Free verse
Hunter Becomes the Hunted
World War 2 is still relevant in 2014. Widow of a Kriegsmarine Captain's U-boat still misses her husband. How she wishes he'd had a shore posting and not gone to sea. When he died in his steel coffin, he left a wife and a child. His last resting place is now known off the Cornish coast with two other subs.
All crew killed, sunk by a deep British minefield, 70 foot down. The subs were after coastal convoys, open ocean hunting was too dangerous. As it turned out so was near the shore.
Today in the clear blue water lie three shattered U-boats: U-325, U-400 and U-1021.
Two are hundreds of miles where they should be. For decades family members knew the wrong location. Now the mystery is solved. All sunk by Type 17 mines. The widow's flowers float on the sea where her husband died. His remains and his crew lie dozens of metres down. The sub crews varied from inexperienced to war vets. At rest together.
The uncle of one submariner still grieves and says we never learn from past events, do we?
Categories:
convoys, conflict, death, history, military,
Form: Verse
Open fields
No farmer reaping corns
Eternal pastures
Bereft of grazers
Streets and avenues
Dead silence only broken by military convoys
Houses and apartments
Men hiding like mice
Schools and colleges
Momentary sirens
Graveyards and crematoriums
Bustling with the dead
That’s you, dear world, today
Categories:
convoys, anger,
Form: Free verse
Whirling wings launching into liftoff,
propelling quickly through a changing sky.
A loud sound, so extremely familiar,
heard by all, when it, comes flying by.
A battle buddy, in a soldier's horizon,
from the sky, to directly assist.
Becoming the hawk, for us soldiers,
letting us know, when the enemy, will exist.
Equip to establish, extreme fire power,
an added strength, for soldiers below.
Plenty of room to transport, and treat causalities,
whom to a hospital, they therefore go.
No matter the time, that's approaching,
around the clock, they're, always there.
Doing their duty, like the convoys,
but doing it, while they're, up in the air.
Categories:
convoys, war,
Form: Rhyme