You spiked my drink,
I poisoned thine.
You pulled a dagger,
I swung a halberd.
You threw a grenade
And I threw a bomb.
This might have been a story between Russia and the United States
But is it a story of you and me?
Is it the story of Democrat and Republican?
Is it the story of Christian vs Atheist?
What if:
You spiked my drink,
I simply gave you water.
You pulled a dagger,
I gave you a teddy bear.
You threw a grenade
I baked a pie!
There are decisions to make when we don’t agree,
One path leads to war,
One path leads peace.
Categories:
halberd, inspiration, war,
Form: Free verse
And God saw it all and it was good
He saw the man, and the beasts
The silent stream, weaving and waving through the woods.
Serene, Blissful, Breath Giving spectacle.
It was good but God lingered
Ah-ah! an Idea through the dark like a halberd in battle.
Woman was created, such a beauty,
the much needed flint for the “spark of life”
and while it lasted it was good.
Hey!!!
The storks have arrived and the peak of evolution attained.
MOTHER was crafted,
forged in the fires of perseverance,
chisels of LOVE etched on her the ancient runes of endurance.
yes the masterpiece is done,
And God looked again and saw perfection.
Serene, Blissful, Breath giving, Perfect spectacle.
Our ungrateful asses holler, "WE LOVE YOU!"
not enough to cover all quiet ones we skipped though.
The dog hid his Mother in heaven,
today he is Man's best friend, companion even.
such is it for those who cherish Mother.
take a full minute, speak no word, take a trip to the past
I'll be back in a minute.
>............................................................<
Yeah, that's for all the prone ones.
deep breaths and sighs a silent teardrop,
able testament of your life and love.
Categories:
halberd, anniversary, celebration, mother, mothers
Form: Free verse
Scarlet tears running down my auburn skin
Dressed for battle, I take up my sword
Preparing for the worse
Looking for a charm to ward against the curse
War torn fields & tattered hearts lie in my wake
Reading signs, looking for wonders
Praying to a nameless God--all in the name of love
Built for comfort, I become the physician of broken dreams
A dark mist rolls in on the highway of despair
Drowning out the light, strangling the air
Holding my breath till the pain desists
I pierce the night with salty tears
Hoping for another chance to start again.
Categories:
halberd, love
Form: Prose Poetry