Long Legion Poems
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Who am I today?
Husband, Father, Son or Brother
A noble thought that gives itself away,
Or some distant, self-obsessed Other?
What shape I don tomorrow
Who can say
If I shall move across my stage
Enacting joy or sorrow?
What tides shall bear me
To what familiar or what stranger port
Whose ears shall hear, whose eyes shall see
Old things or new, of unfamiliar sort
Come crowding 'round my senses,
Who may know
What meanings they may bring,
Or how assault
My incomplete defenses?
For I am, at base, like every man
A shambling, shapeless Legion
Who strives for sense as best he can
Within the compass of his crowded reason,
Bounded fore and aft by birth and death,
Seeking for some middle way
Amidst the crowd he is;
To speak some sense with his last breath.
The First Texian Macabre Arena Ballad (The extended free-fallen edition)
In another life, is where I first saw your face!
One summer afternoon, lying wounded next to the dead
Unopened gun powder, mass destruction, a land of disgrace
A blood thirst battlefield is where I first saw your face
The sound of war, hidden behind bleeding hands
Crawlers, render their lives giving grace
Jaws of steel, broken, embracing, warm feelings
Summer rain, lungs filled with blood, one last post
Glorious by numbers, screaming blades
Gemstone in touch with the Holy Ghost
Soldiers come in a little close
Crawling, missing limbs,
Twisted nightmare with no ending
Macabre reminder, retracing the aroma of eternal life
Secrets buried like a treasure under walls of sudden death
Revolutionary tears found on a rusted Bowie knife
Lanterns, crackling against the dying wind
Dirt piles of crushed windpipes -- sudden death
Rummage like garbage, the dead Texian
A Falling Alamo Star, taking one last twinkle upon the sky
Forgotten Patriots, I can't remember the names
Written on walls, I can't remember the names
A folktale arena is where I first saw your face
Fairness of stuttered surrender slicing through iron brace
Crawling, with the hunger to live, a clean finish with grace
Exposing, scars needing mother's hands, mothers face
Across infested meadows, the aroma of burning skin
Distant, before Texas and her annexation,
Gruesome, before I lived, Texas and her mortal sin
I pledge, my love, the honor, a legion, I'm a full blown Texian
To Every Forgotten Texian Patriot----- We Win!
By: PD
THE ABYSS
The abyss...evokes and fuels Hades enthusiasm,
a deep or seemingly bottomless chasm.
A slope leads down into the dark abyss,
and their delinquent prayers rendered amiss.
It's not just a wide or profound difference
between people; a gulf or a huge fence,
the abyss between these two nations;
Earth & Hell are never saintly expeditions.
The Abyss...
The popular home of a great but fallen Legion.
The music of wailing echoes from this region,
the regions of hell conceived the bottomless pit.
There, damnation has taken a lifetime seat.
But we will rave in the defeat of darkness,
Infernal abysses do not frighten us,
nor the blazes of thunder & fiery flames.
Who will miss their reservations;
in The Elysian Fields, the final resting place,
a home of heroic souls and the virtuous,
a land of perfect happiness at Earth's end,
on the banks of the Oceanus, there we're forever blessed.
But the abyss...
Sinking sin stinkers simmeringly sink into hell,
faces fried-up & fearfully frozen they fell,
as Lucifer summons them deep into the abyss,
denying them, forever, the joy of heaven's bliss.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright ©? April 2023.
Silent birds on the tree
waiting for the minstrel -
who will sing thru the morning
and unclose the gates of hell.
Then the birds will forever flee
to ask succor to their king.
Silent birds on the tree
are shuddering with dread -
the forlorn hosts ready for war
to scorn the living and raise the dead.
Then the birds will forever flee
to a country where joy is afar.
Silent birds on the tree
will be silent for all infinity -
their voice have been stolen
so they could not escape from duty.
Then the birds will forever flee
before they adhere with the fallen.
Silent birds on the tree
previously called nightingale -
are now a numberless legion
and declaim just an fancy tale.
Then the birds will forever flee
steadfast thru the oblivion.
SCARRED FOR LIFE
children are screaming
they have the thousand mile stare ~
traumatised for life
TEARFUL GOODBYES
at the rail station
dad's hug their wives and children ~
say goodbye with tears
GUTLESS COWARDS
cowardly russians
indiscriminate firing ~
a mound of rubble
MEN AND WOMEN OF HONOUR
proud ukrainians
their bravery unsurpassed ~
russians retreating
HARBINGER OF DOOM
sounds of the cities
the wail of air raid sirens ~
herald deaths approach
LOWEST FORM OF LIFE
lone women and kids
predators and peadophiles ~
preying on the weak
PERVERTED COWARDS
men and women
stripped and humiliated ~
russian physchopaths
ANSWERING THE CALL
non ukrainians
International legion ~
help fight aggression
MASS MURDERER
visions of grandeur
twisted ideologies ~
vladimar putin
AN HONOURABLE MAN
the man of the hour
president vol zelensky ~
stands with his people
UKRAINIAN STATE FLAG
bright blue and yellow
a symbol of defiance ~
flutters in the breeze
WRITTEN 30TH MARCH 2022
howling black wolves complain to new moon,
of devastation wrought by creatures!
different from rest in size and shape,
walk on two legs, strange hairless features!
in packs behind rigid barriers,
cunning to modulate world to needs,
the rivers run dark under their feet,
trees have perished to nourish their seeds!
clouds now migrate away to the south,
it thunders and rains where once desert,
vast oceans expand as glaciers melt,
cold death now haunts where once birds would nest.
hunt us down, say are born of devil,
spare not a thought for nature’s reasons,
we hunt when hungry, the weak and lame,
but they kill for game in all seasons!
fire horrors ravage homely woods,
cuckoo laments morning with its lore,
big herds that walked now dress their rooms,
world is wounded, earth is bleeding sore!
Horror! Horror! we cry to the moon,
our laments tear down the dark silence,
ruled by these creatures with hearts of stone,
they are destructive sans repentance!
we fear not ghosts that lurk in the dark,
nor dripping blood from a sharpened steel,
greater horror lurks where these things haunt,
a pestilence that rocks nature’s keel!
Written 3/May/2021
Funom Makama sponsored
Horror poetry contest
9 syllables each line-
lines2 and 4 rhyme in all quatrains!
POTD 05/05/2021
One night I had a dream
A legion of demons chasing me
In the middle of night in the woods
Stumbling on the ghostly tree roots
I was running in a nightmarish daze
Dry branches scratching my face
Tying my arms with whitish charms
Of spider webs scattered
Loose in the thickness of night
I felt the wind touching my face
In a mortal terrifying chase
I was about to escape
But the earth opened wide
And I fell in to the water pool
Reflecting green face of the moon
Laughing at me in a loud
Echoing cold chuckling sound
The water embraced me
And kissed my cheeks
I felt my mother’s arms
Around me for a moment
Of sweet comforting relief
But then I woke up in freezing
Water holding my arms
Tied in a knot behind my back
in a strange eerie way
That happens in dreams
When you can fly
But you can’t scream
With mouth open wide
And words stuck in my throat
Dry chapped lips
Begging for escape
But no sound leaving my chest
I tried to get break of the
Hold of freezing waters
With my eyes open wide
Holding on the branches
Of the trees tops high in the sky
Where I saw the first rays of sun
Breaking the horizon line
Hanging on the hope
Not to lose the sight
Till morning comes
So my dream can be broken
In to pieces like a scattered glass
and locked in the dark corner
where nightmares belong
So I can wake up in the morning
And not remember
Last night’s terrifying journey
Its a signal to start-
a lion beats the heat as he try's his travels and races it to high speed art!
Becoming lied to by the betrayals of his farse he's ...
Becoming faster by the darts-
his disaster was the park!
No no it was the land got plastered and he was simply stuck without sparks!
So why find her when it's delivered by cars?
Why need the reminder to zone out the narks?
Its intangible legion that carries me as I embark,
because they have no other reasons anyhow and I blend in in the dark!
So yes! Get to them faster than ever before,
my face is always the site for any who cannot be made to understand why it carts.
To run with daybreak’s ambient wind,
sliding past a legion of balmy trees
while fragrant vapor meets the dew;
like a satin ribbon twirling ‘round
fresh dawn, awakened: and it playfully
ruffles my dress through mild whispers
brushing my air-tossed hair:
~One more soft roulette
of tangy draft pats my flesh
gentle as hushed kiss!~
Morning's gust speaks in lilts to play
among a bevy of flowers, oh invisible
yet felt ever lightly while it chants afar,
only to glide back and enfold me
with a brighter touch of a symphony.
Strand No 800 Finale
~ Second stanza: senryu form DH
One hundred years ago in 1921
The 15th of May a new charity begun
Amalgamating charities of which there were 4
The Royal British Legion set up to aid those from the great war.
Earl Haig and Tom Lister were the founders.
Supporting those back from Flanders
1.75 million of those that returned
Had some form of disability from amputee or minds totally burned
Then there were those wives, widows daughter's and sons.
Who's Husbands, Fathers lives had succumbed
There lives taken by the enemy
The RBL emblem became the Flanders poppy
The poppy is the symbol of Rememberance
For the sacrifice of life, so peace had a chance
Every conflict since the great war
More recentely Afghanistan, Iraq, some more obscure
Korea, Malaya, Oman and The Falklands
Servicemen and women put lives in others hands
So comemerate their passing on Armistice day
11th November sit quietly and pray
Without these sacrifices in all these wars
The world would have broken that's for sure
So every year stand still and reflect
Those that died deserve your respect
Those that survived may be stood in your town
Looking sorrowful and feeling down
The best thing you can do is show your support
Words from Brigadier Marriot " Do as you ought"
Bow your head when you hear that bugle play
Stand still and watch those on parade this Rememberance Day
Someone in your family`s history
Will have been effected by a catastrophe
Join in be proud of your countries past
Hopefully all these sacrifices are finished at last
But if not, and more wars happen
Support those military men and women
The have no choice whether to stay or go
Orders are followed, allegiance they show
For Queen and country they will fight
For your freedom and human right.
Remember them is all I say.
For your Tommorow they gave their today