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[Note: this poem was inspired by a strange and terrible experience I had at 17 when I first set foot on the battlefield in 1965 after an interview at the college there: physiologically, it was like being mortally wounded. I was an agnostic then and so shrugged it off, but after I had an NDE 7 years later, I started thinking it may have been something else.]
Now the happy soldiers
go to fight again the battle,
marching bravely forty abreast
with heavy muskets shouldered,
yelling their cries of pain and glory
as they face the cold cannon
barking like a pack of mad dogs.
Down they go in ones and twos,
and sometimes in little bunches,
collapsing together as though
put to sleep by the fairy dust
of long forgotten dreams.
Both sides feel the urge
to kill, to step the victor
o'er their bothers' bones.
Grown men playing-- yes,
even perhaps a bit silly--
but maybe, just maybe,
some of them are unaware
of their own anguished deaths
there on that sweating day
not really so very long ago.
At seventeen I went to that town
to talk of my education and
in the warm afternoon
I meandered mindlessly
amidst the boulders named
fearfully for Satan's lair.
There, suddenly, terribly,
while walking between two
of the giant stones, my body
shuddered in anguish and sweat,
my heart raced like it might burst,
as fearful dread seized my mind
and rattled me to the very core
of my soul; but back then, I did not
yet know I might have lived before.
['Satan's lair' refers to Devil's Den, near the base of the Little Round Top where some of the battle's fiercest fighting took place.]
We are the sons of valiant blood
with a past crowned with glory,
and that richness is still ours
to build a brighter tomorrow for others
who will come after us and thank us:
many didn't give up their swords so quickly,
but in their quest: they boldly encountered
the threat of death and continued their journey!
The scariest, tenderest young boys and girls needed
a caring mother through darkness to stop their shivers
from relentless fears and visions of blustering cannons...
while their brave dads fought the heartless invaders;
growing up in a colonized land was the reality they faced,
but losing their identity was worse than losing their lives:
who would let their valor be washed away into a sea of old
which saw young soldiers dressed in blue aiming their rifles?
We are the sons of valiant blood,
the warriors who defend a kingdom devastated
by the will of a vainglorious lord
whose only intention was to destroy, pillage and kill;
and such a cruel king was thirst for gold,
blinded by his own cruelty, became the fiercest bull!
And the invaders tried to erase memory from humble souls
that weren't willing to put down weapons and surrender,
and the invaders rode sturdy stallions spreading terror:
horses neighing and screams rising to the bluest skies;
oh, even in death they invoked the names of their beloved:
united and unseparated as one honoring their strong bond!
We are the sons of valiant blood
that dripped on meadows and squares,
where fragile women were raped,
brutally murdered and exposed nude to avenge
the rebellion to their regime of violence:
they choose death over the freedom they promised
with a falsity they perceived as questionable lies:
why be silent and let the victor continue his insolence?
Come to our tables abundant with food and wine,
our generosity has the warmth of the sunshine;
these lands saw the grit of a valorous people in stride
who defended them with noble gallantry and true pride!
Sleepy soundly child
A newborn lamb
Naïve, clumsy, helpless
Enclosed in wrought iron pen
Impenetrable from without
Draped all around
From top to ground
With a royal purple cloak
Nestled in soft hay
Evil lurking about
Seeking, testing, charging
Just suckled and fed
Fiercest lion overhead
Omnipotence at rest
Sprawled across the robe
Magnificent mane
Even healthy coat
Confident swaying tail
Eyes piercing the light of day
Keeping the nemesis at bay
Commanding bereft attention
At the ready to defend
Clothed to defeat
Heart may rest
Gut may ease
Mind may slow
Soul may raise
Body rests.
J-ust keep on going strong,
A-s the sun is burning bright;
N-ight chill will be over,
N-ext in line is the light.
A-pril twenty-fifth daybreak, the twilight has passed by;
H-earken your heart's desire to keep your spirits high.
M-ind not frustration,
A-s well as the disappointment;
L-ive your life in hope,
A-im for the shining moment.
C-limb the highest mountain,
A-spire for the strong finish;
S-oar high into the sky, dark clouds start to vanish.
F-ight on and try to win
A-gainst the fiercest foe;
J-ust keep on going strong,
A-ssert to wipe away woe.
R-ise to the occasion,
D-oing the right, not wrong;
O-bey the Lord's beck and call, just keep on going strong.
If only alluring butterflies led me the right way,
If only ravishing flowers showed me the idyllic path,
If I fathomed what the blinking stars were trying to tell me,
I would come back to you in an instant!
May be you were immersed in thoughts of a meandering journey,
Perhaps you sent your adoring messages
with silvery clouds which floated away.
I would not be hindered by any obstacles, believe me, my love,
I would find my path to you!
Sometimes life is menacingly gloomy,
dark clouds cover the unilluminated sky,
Sometimes it rains relentlessly,
Oh my beloved, trust me, trust my unwavering love,
I would not lose my way even in the fiercest of darkness,
My path would not drift away from yours,
I would unmistakably return to you,
If Only.....
February 12, 2022
Edited and Reposted From My Poem " If Only” - Written For “If Only, May Be, Sometimes" Poetry Contest - 2020 (Sponsor: Silent One)
Photo 1 Reference: Story of Radha and Krishna is the most famous love-story in Hindu Mythology. While writing this poem, the story of their eternal love and devotion inspired me.
Do we desire to live an impactful life,
To leave a legacy that would bless and shine?
Then let us yield to Christ’s gentle choice,
And surrender all to His will divine.
Our call is to be tender, to be true,
To walk in mercy, mild, and childlike trust,
Be gentle, sweet, in all we say and do,
With willing feet, be helpful, kind, and just.
For He gives peace amid the fiercest storm,
At His Word - “Peace, be still” - the winds obey.
His voice still calms the turmoil, makes hearts warm,
Though fear may rise, stay close to Him today.
Upon that Cross, He bore our sin and grief,
Now He intercedes to bring us peace and abundant life.
Hidden under crop circle
resembling an ampersand
hides sheathed silo - obscured,
said symbol adorned every armband
of national socialist, yet weapons
of mass destruction) bland
lee, blatantly ignored global pact
prepared from this once (bajillion
years ago) geologic bottomland
repurposed for a bomb bin able
(made in good ole US of A) brand
to release payload
upon given command
i.e. at moments notice,
the notorious brigand
usurped entire communications broadband
to stow and let loose by,
thee once upon a time pokey cowhand,
now chief of state tyrant,
sans military industrial complex edifice
where deadly warheads demand
did and trumpeted by "FAKE EVIL"
apprentice madly (ad libbing)
gesticulating, & expostulating to DISBAND
at once - to no effect
falling on deaf ears
as Doomsday Clock rhythmically
minutely gourmandises
cannibalizing entire webbed
world, whose former slender
(now stubby) baby grand
piano playing butter fingers
primed to press miniature
Taj Mahal shaped hand,...
(now a pause for infowars
commercial identification about Homeland
security threatened by migrant husband
and wife, especially terror unleashed
from baby, whose hood
loom doth not expand
much taller than kickstand),
Regular noteworthy poetic program resumes:
...but biological chattering multiplicand
the fiercest most critical operand
linkedin with scheme
asper deadly retaliatory reprimand
against leader of free world,
a hot headed note tory us
donning wig by handmaiden Shetland
knitwear, which Total Mortal Kombat
every man, woman and will soon understand!
KA-BOOM! Into a bajillion
(to the power of Googleplex)
goes civilization and discontents,
and since World War II
accursed with self destructive hex
hmm...mebbe terrestrial for
another species similar to T-Rex.
Getting Everybody on Board,
Is not always possible,
When boats need to cast off their moorings,
Planes need to clear the runway,
Trains need to stay on track,
Busses need to please more than one passenger,
And cars need to avoid gridlock.
A ranging fire waits for no one,
An exploding volcano respects no boundaries,
A wall of water gives little time for anyone to step back,
A wind at its fiercest will not always be gentle to those in its path,
And any object travelling towards us at speed,
May not have the ability to wait for us to decide it is time to move.
Why then do so many not heed the call,
To move out of harm's way,
When the danger is real,
And the consequences of ignoring that call,
Can be too often permanent.
Did we forget to tell them?
That life can be snuffed out in an instant,
Or did we teach them they are the exception,
And nobody can tell them what to do,
Or could it be that the virtual world has a reset button,
And the real world does not.
Which brings me to these conclusions:
That if children are overprotected,
From the dangers in the real world,
They will come to expect that same protection,
As adults.
That there is a case for consequences in the real world,
For decisions made in the virtual world,
Is that something that merits further investigation?
That every extra person we get on board,
Is a win,
Even when we know that there is a cut off point,
That death stalks those who lag behind.
Same within.Introspection of Sea Change
08/06/2016
Lemuel Griffiths
aka
Lem Gunn
Fiercest of battles above my head,
Same within.
Blue battling the grey,
'Never ending turmoil throughout time.
''I coulda' saved her,
Kept her sane.,
Love is strange'' .., I told him.., concluded,
The promenade train tooted, I repeated..,
His face didn't change.
I looked down and spoke again.,
''Okay, so the car died and the job went too, but the love was still there..,
Forever!''
..Resisting the 'half-horizon' stare.
I noted that the various chewing gum, well, wasn't, as a gull cried in a passing swoop.
''Going off with my neighbour, of all things.''
-half gritted teeth.
He'd finished his roll up and cast it underfoot...,
Saw, at last, my grief.
''Listen kid.., the world will go on.,
within you ., without ya', ya feel me?''.
There was a sudden gust .., I think he mumbled, 'dumbass'.
''You won't be the first, nor the last, old son,
There'll be plenty more forlorn sat there,
We still got 50 billion years 'fore the sun flickers out,
So where's tomorrow's cares?''
Well, that tickled me as he said take care,
And how he had to be getting himself on..,
And how the weather's all upside down this time of year,
And how deckchairs don't walk them-selves off the Prom.
The age of the mobile interruptions..,
Why'd's the planet need to spin so fast,
I ignore the text that she's moving,
And how she thanks me for the past, mispelt blast.
Then her Mother, two Brothers, three Sisters,
Invite me to a 'barbi', should the weather hold out,
But the job interview is what threw me.,
Life is fickle,
Of that,
There's no doubt.
If only alluring butterflies led me the right way,
If only ravishing flowers showed me the idyllic path,
If I fathomed what the blinking stars were trying to tell me,
If there were not many uneven pebbles in the meandering stream
I was following,
I would come back to you in an instant!
May be you were immersed in puzzling thoughts of uncertainty,
May be you were worried I would be lost in complex maze of the world,
Perhaps you sent your adoring messages with silvery clouds which floated away.
I would not be hindered by any daunting hurdles, believe me, my love,
I would find my path to you!
Sometimes life is menacingly gloomy,
dark clouds cover the unilluminated sky,
Sometimes it rains relentlessly,
our eyes indistinctly mystified.
Oh my beloved, trust me, trust my unwavering love,
I would not lose my way even in the fiercest of darkness,
My path would not drift away from yours,
I would unmistakably return to you.
August 3, 2020
Second Place
"IF ONLY, MAY BE, SOMETIMES" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Brian Strand - 1071 - Poetry Contest
FIRST PLACE
February 12, 2022
Photo 1 Reference: Story of Radha and Krishna is the most famous love-story in Hindu Mythology.