Loves Tragedy
by Damian on May 8, 2014. © Damian Cranney, All rights reserved
Sadness and sighing,
lie in bed together, crying,
There is no need to be upset,
He said; but softly,
I am here for you,
Please,let me stay,
Your fears I know,
Would go away.
For I will smooth your brow,
And comfort you,
I will be with you,
Until The days new dawn.
And when you lie in slumber,
I will be there too,
My love will be a blanket,
And protection from the storm.
She turned and
looked at him with sadness,
The hurt inside
Would never wane.
To forgive him,
Would be nought but Madness,
But how else,
Could she ease the pain?
It is too late, she said,
The time has past,
My trust in you, is dead,
My hopes dashed,
She had found him in the arms,
Of her closest friend
The bond was broken,
Loves tragedy, it's end.
Loves Rejuvenation
by Damian on May 8, 2014. © Damian Cranney, All rights reserved
Loves Rejuvenation
Procrastination steals the time
that lovers could use better,
Forgiveness is not easy,
but if not released will fester,
Regrets live on, when love is gone,
unless rejuvenated,
Time passes and will heal the hurt,
‘loves tragedy’ created,
And so it was two lives re-crossed,
fate defined their future,
The hurt had passed; they now could laugh,
each with one another.
What had seemed a grievous act,
which never forgot, could be,
Was frivolous and petty,
now there love had been set free.
For friends of these two loves,
the break had been traumatic,
Some had taken sides,
and so the healing, was sporadic.
Like a pebble causing ripples,
we affect all those we care for,
However love is blind,
and takes no mind if others hurt more.
Our highlight annual trip to Aintree,
Extreme Excitement, full of cheer, glee,
The Grand national for us to view,
Only one amazing horse for me and you,
fences to jump,four miles to run,
Top Trainer Mister Ginger McCain,
He Couldn't possibly win this again,
Everyone says it can not ever be done,
Beechers brook, Valentine's, and the chair,
Such a hard race, all forty declare,
This amazing horse runs and jumps for fun,
Stay safe my son we say, because we care,
Off he goes, big job to overcome,
Third win, it's the most famous RED RUM.
Red Rum won the grand national ( horse race) at Anitree Liverpool England three times, never been done again. Poem Inspired by poem by Damian Cranney.
Go chase them from their dugouts,
Go chase them from their trench,
bayonet all their Look outs,
ignore their dead’s foul stench.
Tomorrow you go over,
The top, that is my lads,
and there is very little chance,
of your return from France.
The rattle of machine guns,
displace a man with space,
That space, is Soon refilled,
with another of his race.
'No man's Land,' is where they die,
their bodies all strewn around like chaff,
with eyes unblinking, to the sky,
Never again to smile or laugh.
This was the war,to end all wars,
Well that hope now lies buried,,
Man cannot close, hell's gaping doors,
his hope of peace, a losing cause.
It is not the dead that answer ,
When you ask the question why,
But they showed us by example,
How to live and how to die.
Their lives they gave, for freedom’s sake,
To save Our heritage , their dream,
To remember them all, is the pledge we take,
Our debt their sacrifice, to redeem.
© a month ago, Damian Cranney