Before I begin writing down my
Bizarre thoughts in a poetic form
Beware, you have been forewarned.
Baffling blend that defies categorization
Bedazzled, you’ll be, I am sure
Baleful and quite a bit, say, unsettling;
Besides all that, you’ll be surprised,
Breathtaking will be your experience
Beautiful even and at times, oh, I say
Brilliant, for I write outstandingly.
Bashful I certainly am not, you see
Babbling drunk but speaking the truth
Backpedaling is simply not my trait,
But you will enjoy whatever I write—
Bewitching, bold and beyond compare.
Conflict wages war -
yet the good soldier desires
true kinship, through peace.
When shall people see?
That love and kindness don't make -
a moral man weak.
Unity and grace -
wisdom, guidance, courage, love.
Does, a true man, make!
01.31.2024
War To End All Wars
It will be the war
On corporate polluters
The corporate polluters
Who deprive Our Children
Of clean air, clean water and clean food
These corporate polluters
Driven by ego and greed
Are relentless
In their pursuit of profits
To sustain their avaricious
Narcissistic lifestyles
*
Parents and their Children
Will be armed with Love, Courage
And Determination to
Dismantle the laws and policies
Allowing rampant pollution
To harm so many of us
Demand for corporate accountability
Will be heard from 'Sea to Shining Sea'
*
We are on the Edge of Existence
We and Our Children
Will not be pushed
Over the cliff
*
The Love we have for
Our Children
And their future
Will engender
A massive push-back
And a fierce stare-down
Of corporate giants
*
Governments will understand
A Mother's
Intense
Ferocious
Passion
To Save
Protect
Their
Children
The
Future
They
Deserve
*
and furthermore, i've made a catalogue of
100000 precious
objects; in my home
one of them is
the
toaster
and there is only
one spreading knife in the house
but we laugh at the
past, not realising we will be laughed at,
like Sylvester Stallone
asking
after toilet paper
in Demolition Man
it was an
awkward moment
but so is a car doing a u-turn
in front of you as you
sit tutting and sighing
then the
kids in the back sigh
as the Mary Rose sank in
full view of
the king
he must have tutted and sighed as well
It is the party to end all parties the host said
You have to come; it is on New Year’s Eve
Sorry people began to apologize. I have plans.
He believed some, but disbelieved others.
What makes it a party to end all parties? someone asked.
The host was a prophet, he saw the end of times
At midnight on New Year’s Eve.
You will see, he said.
There is no right or wrong on the dark side of the grass: The fact of one’s arrival is the end-all. The “why” no longer matters.
Imagine if this was my last poetry poem contest
My creative juice would drink itself!
I'd find myself staring wistfully into an engulfing abyss.
I'd title my last contest poem, "Creative Death"
If this was my last poetry contest poem,
Well, I don't even want to think about it!
I'd be banging on the keyboard with both hands,
exclaiming "Why!? Why!? Why!?"
If this was my last poetry contest poem...
"Now what? Hell if I know!" is what I would say.
More poems of mine would slip through the cracks
unread and unvisited like a barren no man's land!
If this was indeed my last poetry contest poem
"Good heavens! Say it ain't so!" I'd scream incredulously!
Would my poetry output slow to a crawl?
What becomes of flood of inspiration then?
Hmm....
If This Was My Last Poetry Contest Poem Contest (Winner: 2nd Place)
Sponsored by Silent One
Dates written: 07/17/2020
From August 1914 to November 1918 the guns boomed
There were 700 million shells fired for soldiers doomed
And not every shell exploded when it was fired then
Each year they kill more than 20 innocent women and men
And the special unit of the French Army of detmineurs
Have lost 630 men in disarming shells, grenades and mortars
In the Great War for Germany it meant 35% of men aged 19-22 years
Were dead in the fighting that in the end were only family tears
For the British Commonwealth 12% of all soldiers who fought
Were dead by Armistice Day when the survivors were sought
And 31% of the 1913 Oxford graduates didn't survive
As officers were targeted in the attacking drive
And for France 50% of men 20 to 32 years were gone
Which meant that when the Second World War was on
They were stuck for manpower when the Germans attacked
The Great War left its detritus for generations exacted
And today what occurred a hundred years before now
Will colour our world and for which we will continue to bow.
© Paul Warren Poetry
as the dawn light fast approaches,
as emotions they run high,
Are we paying lip service to the fallen,
do we ask ourselves why?
Why did young boys pay the price?
Why oh why did they roll those dice?
Those from wretched circumstances came,
Why did those young boys die?
As they play the last post solemnly.
As all heads are bowed to the floor,
On a frosty winters morn,
The colour red shines to the fore.
So as we think of Tommy Atkins,
Who gave his life off in the war,
Why oh why are men still fighting?
If that was the war to end all wars.
Who are we compared to Thee?
who sent out the wild ass all free
and caused a herb bud to spring
or a mistlethrush to sing;
Who are we compared to Thee?
who ebbs,then flow tides the sea,
gives wisdom to our inner parts
and understanding in the heart;
Who are we compared to Thee?
making sun,moons,stars to be,
each season to come,then go
and awakened conscience to know.
How can we ,be part of Thee ?
In Christ Jesus,now,& for eternity.
Inspired by Job 38/39
To the fighting men and women and to all military personnel,
I only want to wish for you safety and God keep you well.
We are proud of what you do and you are always in our thoughts and mind,
I am working on a weapon too that when you shoot someone with it they turn
from mean to kind.
My Mean To Kind (M.T.K.) weapon is nearly done.
I’m in a hurry so I can produce enough for everyone.
Just point my M.T.K. and zap them once or twice.
The more the zap the more the nice.
No more blood will either side ever let,
Maybe just an honest days worth of sweat.
How cool will that be to finally bury the grudge,
And sit down with your enemy over a hot chocolate sundae with fudge.
Instead of a hateful staring glare,
Just zap him once and end warfare.
Heck I may just zap myself again,
I’ll zap you too and you can be my friend.
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