War Kyrielle Poems

The calamity of the world,
The cries of hunger ring so loud,
The wars slaughtering so many—
My rose-coloured glasses I wear.

Wildfires keep burning so brightly,
Lives destroyed all...

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The fundamental things 
we cater to love life liberty 
the simple pleasures of 
ecstasy as we reap and
capture endearment entitlement 
morbid endeavours settling 
score’s beyond...

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My first grade field trip begin Joseph Medill school of journalism Chicago my first grade class sang African American spiritual hymns performing at the Schubert...

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All things that scrub the ground like an old musty couch I saw you there seated with my very abusive ex husband wearing my under...

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To my mort sending me terrorists threats suggesting I mort myself because imposter jay townsend johnson henry my stalker mckissick including severe violent offenders gang...

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Frontiers may get guarded sans hate,
And bonhomie get built ere late
Amidst smiles sans adversities,
But wars when rage, rage miseries.

More than the people, wins the king,...

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The loudest, fiercest fighter brave
Amidst a sea of coward men 
I wear my war paint bound to save
The underdog that might have been

Or sometimes quiet...

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NEUTRALITY

Neutrality ideals fulfilled
But one must be so very skilled
Participating in each dance
Keeping that political stance

Neither one side or the other
Treating all men as a brother
No...

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A brilliant sky - a hopeful day and night
But broods and churns, the haunt of beast and plight.
No kneading dough nor kneeling praise nor shout...

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Oh I have lost my goddess,
My beautiful Venus.
And I am feeling worthless;
Without my dear Venus.

I went to sleep one night,
To wake the following day.
At morn...

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You hold the universe in your hands, you hold my heart in your infinite embrace. 
Yet, my soul still doesn’t know it’s place. 
This planet...

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Winter has come without an end,
Pushing away what does suspend:
Springtime does not cease to linger,
Untouched by my reaching fingers.

Return to us the warmth of day,
Whence...

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Oh, the age of innocent play,
And to the park we went each day;
The park at the end of our street,
We would play like we were...

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Fathers are beaten, crucified,
in vicious murder, multiplied;
we dare not be ambivalent.
Have mercy, Lord, omnipotent.

Mothers tortured, gang raped and killed
by cruel butchers, hate distilled;
the mute images,...

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On every continent children are gleaned
for horrific deeds for few intervene;
terrified by brutality, often shunned,
the rabid rape of youth can't be undone.

Girls and boys stolen...

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