The roar of the crowd, a deafening sound,
As helmets collide on hallowed ground.
But whispers arise, a cynical plea,
"Is victory real, or just make-believe?"
Like headlines that spin, a truth half-concealed,
Or storylines scripted, emotions revealed,
The gridiron's drama, some claim it's a show,
A pre-ordained dance, where the winners all know.
The quarterback's pass, a perfectly flighted arc,
Or a fumble recovered, leaving its mark.
Are these moments genuine, raw and untamed,
Or puppets on strings, in a carefully planned game?
The news it may bend, to an agenda's sway,
And wrestlers perform, their roles they portray.
But the sweat and the tears, the grueling long grind,
For athletes who strive, a different truth you'll find.
Though doubts may persist, and shadows remain,
The passion they bring, can't be purely feigned.
For the love of the game, in hearts burning bright,
Ignites the true spirit, and fuels the good fight.
Categories:
flighted, fear, football,
Form: Free verse
I really honor Elizabeth Dole foundation
what it really means to be a caregiver
I'm the caregiver of my husband's
memories now ipte y wn anxieties
all 101 airborne west Mooreland
my husband is indeed a hero he was
captured a pow Vietnam he was placed
in what they call a hooch he and four other
troops managed to escape set out searching
for other pow's they went in and found senator
John mccain with tears in his eyes he describes
how broken and brave John was he referred
to him as his brother who couldn't walk the four
men carried him out he describes a cage with rage
not as glamorous as the hooch a hut infested
where he was stored the four men rescued
John who was flighted out the four men stayed
on their post starvation and draught the water
contaminated three men refused to drink the crater
water meaning water standing in left over bombs
my husband drank the crater water the three others died
that night from dehydration my husband survived
only by drinking contaminated water suffering
tremendously today my granddaughter has orders
to Kuwait in deep prayers I anticipate the upcoming date
Categories:
flighted, allah,
Form: Munajat
It happens mostly out of sight,
under cover of the world,
life ebbing away or is seized
by a claw or fang, suffering
in corners, enduring what fate
cruelly inflicts. Each night,
millions die, are torn, choked,
or swallowed whole
or simply wear out leaving
no trace or a word anywhere.
Yesterday,
I saw a solitary swan
up river from the bridge
slowly heading out from the bank
and into the channel
where tugboats turn ships
before sliding them
sideways into dock.
Mid river, it held up both wings
and began to flap and look
for speed and lift in the still air.
One wing seemed unable
to travel the full arc of its
flighted sweep and soon
gave out to leave the swan
floundering lopsided until
it gathered in its wounded wing
and settle it back slightly askew
into its cradle and then paddled
off into the past leaving
its wake to linger here for awhile
before it withers away
into the endless still of oblivion.
Categories:
flighted, bird, time,
Form: Free verse
O half-broke wing-back, wind buoyed Kite --
Thou is beautiful! Thou'st cruelly conspired:-
An all conquering indifference - yours a tyrant's ire!
Yours the mewing notes of the notched pipe...
You lent it out to give the reed high-pitched form;
And, reflected in its final, crashing flight,
Yours is the Phoenix's terrible, blazing silhouette!
Long I have marveled at some other lines...and yet,
Although awed at such perfect efficiency, upon sight
Of one particular viciousness I felt forewarned
Of a dreadful act soon to be committed; but might
Well we excuse all murderous intent, for the higher
Art of killing is not ours alone: all what we admire
In war contained in a dart; even the night
Will never have known such a terror! Then a solitary
Bird tumbling down to tear at the rotting carrion....
But not before the crackling voice pleads: "we must
Soldier on, we must soldier on, we must soldier on"..........
Categories:
flighted, war,
Form: Rhyme
On a night such as this
A besom seated, flighted Witch
The Maple near an Oak is blowing;
An emboldened Toad on root is croaking.
Halfway down the hillside lawn
The dusk enlightened flowers sulking
As breezes toss the moths about them
Close a Ring that slipped to soil.
A couple sits within this distance
Immune to superstitious nonsense;
Without a costly Ring he'd given,
He'll work just as hard to earn some other!
She sobs unhappy and the day is faded.
(Accent on e in second line "flighted".)
Categories:
flighted, betrayal, heartbreak, relationship, rude,
Form: Free verse
There once was a heart left there yet now it's lost in darkness bare,
Shattered,
Yet holding out in these confines holds strong a celtic moor of unfastened wear,
Steadfast,
And as that darkened whirlwinds pull keeps pounding at the last held door, a harkened one of ageless strength keeps holding out with bardic care,
Wizened,
For as the young of truest might, a king cannot take fright for peace eternal is well fought for and never given for less than tear,
Honored,
Even still a piece must roam in deepest tome around the corners of war,
Flighted,
Still a one must hold the key to find this place forever sealed and free the mind of endless strife,
Purity
As all roads do lead from one, unto an endless passing run.
Love
Categories:
flighted, happiness, inspiration, love,
Form: Free verse
PHOENIX RISING
like eagles flight from earth to sky
transcending heavens aura
regenerated by nimbus light
obtain new life-- reborn to never die
renewing time and suns realm
consecrating ‘raptured’ paradise
crested feathers crown golden mould
sapphire eyes beneath seven rays overwhelm
disambiguous in flighted sphere
removing obstacles and mortality
we beg and plead to understand
how you rise above your predecessors spear
© Kim van Breda—February 2014
Categories:
flighted, bird, mythology, parody,
Form: Blank verse
On the wings of butterflies shall I depart
From a land so forsaken
Who am I in this world of gloom
Blown on the breeze as the leaves of fall
Or guided by the color of the flighted ones
Categories:
flighted, fantasy
Form: Free verse
Wind to wing does span the heavens,
Eagles heart to heights abound,
Soar me there with beats of angels,
Born in eyrie's forest found,
Eyes then focus to the freedom,
Lakes and land as patchwork quilt,
Clouds do pillow circles motions,
Glided oe’r his Kingdom built.
Fall of speed to purpose killing,
All he sees his meal unwilling,
Talons claw to cast the death,
Fleeted so as just one breath,
Call he does from a heaven on high,
Majesty of all the sky,
Soaring far above the earth,
Flighted from a noble birth.
Categories:
flighted, hope, life, nature,
Form: I do not know?