Long Battlegrounds Poems

Femme Fatale By A Wishing Well 
  (In The Wastelands Of War)

Warm as breath on placid skin,
Soft as gentle summer rains,
Loud as natures angry clouds
That gather in ambushed lanes,
To confer with the wounded boys
Whose...

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Preface: 
On February 4, 1861,
the seven states that had seceded
by this point convened and created
the Confederate States of America
under the leadership of Jefferson Davis.

Just under two months later,
on April 12, 1861, Confederate forces
opened fire on...

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Think of the first world war
think of young Princip
his mud floor house 
with stones for walls

Poverty and shame
it was hard to make an existence
it was hard to make a life
the food that they were growing

Went...

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we should be realising the fates
and who is belonging in what safe place
those who build bombs around the world that should be locked up
and those who guide us to kill one another
and blindly spin in...

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His face, withered, gaunt
His eyes cloudy, filled with a haunting vacancy
His voice weak , shallow
Seldom spoken these last difficult days

His hair is white and thin
His skin, so delicate and discolored
The strength has left his fragile...

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Deja Vu by Andy Jarvis

History repeats itself,
Or so the saying goes.
But generations come and go,
And no ones left that knows.
All the world powers from Babylon
To the Empire of America,
Have used the sword to get their...

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Children of Guernica

Children of Guernica . 
 
In deserts of no mans land 
children play among the dead 
killer themes from killer kings 
what is the song they sing 
comes raining down in 
shrews of...

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Dear Poetic War

I'm here to inform you to change your name to (War Shoe.)
Warlock doesn't even fit you!
I have many ways to insult you.
I have to play nice, can't you see all them evil eyes!
Poetic...

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Tough 

Your back is brittle, like time-greyed oak,
Curved like a bow,
The string constantly tight and ready.
The glare from your eyes:
Like cold steel.
The things that you do, 
Always securely perfect and correct.
Your voice strained 
Like a...

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How long are eight minutes
                              ...

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Battle of Arras April – May 1917
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author
& A Poetry Soup honourably mentioned poet

I was not there.  I have to say.
I was not born.  I meant to say.
Had...

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Between the cloud and field (Part2.)

In your dying days
The nights were not enough
For in fits and starts
Your faltering heart
Gave up diamonds in the rough

In fields sown for us
I hear strangers’ feet
You are now between the...

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Confused


Unusually perplexed like an origami
Why is life constantly so hard for me
Turn off the sun I’ll still shine
But I can’t seem to get that in my mind
Not even with you eyes open wide
Could you see...

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I THINK THEREFORE I AM


"An ounce of hypocrisy is worth 
a pound of ambition" --Michael Korda

Liberty...
This everyone's want--
stretching an autonomy to unbuckle self-discovery

I got mites and bugs living in my head--
infesting my mind. They... daring...

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At one time eight different Native America Indian Tribes lived in peace,
In the state of Kansas, sharing buffalo, shared lands with no lease.
The Iowa, Chippewa, Delaware, Kansas, Osage, Pawnee and Kickapoo,
Shared venison, and fresh cool...

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Death and Forlorn Time in the Shadows of True Evil

Death and Time holdeth onto eerie and most frightening shadows
Whilst pervading deeply within that infernal region where the dark  
Evil and uncanny mists occlude the...

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Whatever stirs the tips of copper and urges buds to swell
comes with the suns expanding heat, a welcome spring induce,
for the urge is now returning from survivors of the winter
to prepare accomplishment in nature’s drive...

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Death and Time holdeth onto eerie and most frightening shadows
Whilst pervading deeply within that infernal region where the dark  
Evil and uncanny mists occlude the terrifying presence of a great
Dark Doomsday cult of vicious...

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Strobe lightning flashes
when midnight strikes home
Blades of grass whistling
signals the brutal winter wind
that follows harshly
Shady shallow creatures
crawl out of their shells of unfinished business
Growls of hunger rising to wails of one banshee cry
 
She calls...

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Life of reconnecting with the times of my past 
That opened up the struggle with my memories 
But I can't focus 
On my weakness of my life because dueling on them Won't change anything. 
But...

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--Ashtray's Mistakes--


Prehistoric defibrillating battlegrounds. The memorial, obviously unpleasant.

Entrapped in the know how, detrimental reimbursement.

Sundried; like the corpse of a moon bridge, fading away.

Tinfoil hats do no justice. Kin heart, rose defiled.

Disappointment, incomprehensible. Figurative…Imaginary. Could have...

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The haunting strains of "Ashokan Farewell" keep racing thro' my brain.
'Tis a fitting requiem for those who bore the agonizing pain,
Of bidding a sad farewell at many a humble cabin door,
As young men were called...

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It’s Okay
        by Odin
Roark

Many see labeled
folds and creases
Across forehead and
brow
As problems
unresolved
As thinking lines

Perhaps when one
sleeps
Furrowed wrinkles
stay left behind
The hoe of worry
Takes its earned
respite
While the world’s
hope of harvest
Gathers rest...

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Daybreak and I've managed 
it again, putting myself 
together from all the parts 
left strewn across my sleep. 
I seem to fit into myself
so well, a glance in the mirror
confirms the features and shape
look right....

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The Ancient Odyssey of clubs to bombs
from red ochre handprints on cave walls
   to the destroyer of worlds
is a long-traveled road with the wormy flesh of war
   and blood-soaked fields
where wailing...

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