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On the open fields across the river
Where the land is parched sallow
The patchy grass in cold quiver
When the freezing icy winds blow!!
The grassy fields have tales to tell,
Of heroes and the many dead,
Of blood, of flesh that painful yell
As they are felled by enemy lead!!
Man against man in evil spite,
Reasons why? They hardly knew!
Religion? politics? Who was right,
Knew not who, and why they slew?
In boats and floats they came ashore,
With boots and hat camouflaged,
Young guns, stayed close to the floor,
Fright On face and veins engorged!
This was a job they were paid to do,
They were trained to kill or be killed,
No time to think or fate to rue,
But get the given tasks fulfilled.
The ruling men had rolled the dice,
And blew the horn for this crime,
Their words were bitter, cold lies
Greed for power, earn more dime!!
The truth is known from eons past,
That no country ever has won a war!
No gain is worth the lives lost,
painful memories and battle scar!
Still battles rage on years on end,
Those ruling men with evil plans!
Not for values, morals to defend,
But to benefit their native clans!
Across the river on desolate land,
where memories hurt, eyes are wet!
Crying hearts await, a helping hand,
But history repeats, no answers yet!!
Since we replay the events past,
Many more tears may yet be shed,
In political rants, the truth is lost,
And for a greedy few, many are dead!
Can we ever end these terrible pains!
And learn to understand the inner soul?
From love and peace there’s much to gain!
Shouldn’t that be Our life’s goal?
He's risen
Yes Jesus Christ has risen from the dead
The notorious Barnabas was freed
Our lord Jesus,
Was beaten, abused, wretched and died.
But he's risen for our souls could be saved
Hallelujah he's risen
He was willingly crucified on the cross of calvary
what a marvelous love unmatched!
That our Savior humbly died
There, upon the cruel Golgotha
He's risen from the dead
Hallelujah he's risen
The stone rolled away from an empty grave
His resurrection amazed the world
Those who believe in him are saved by him
Hallelujah he's risen
Now am at the liberty of my salvation
He has conquered death, sin and hell
He has defeated the grave
He's has given us eternal life
Hallelujah he's risen
He's risen with a mighty triumph,
From the dark and death domain
He's the savior of my soul
The truth life and the way!
My only hope is in Christ Jesus
Hallelujah he's risen.
I Remember -by Trevor McLeod
The soldiers gathered at the wreath I remember.
The coffin covered just beneath I remember.
The poppies at the corner store I remember.
The amputees the coins were for I remember.
The fighters flying through the sky I remember.
The trail of red to catch the eye I remember.
The bombers at the airport strip I remember.
The radar with the foreign blip I remember.
The sailors with the semaphore I remember.
The air raids to incoming horror I remember.
The sailors with the folded flags I remember.
The victims to their body bags I remember.
The granite tomb to seal them in I remember.
The sign outside to say we win I remember.
The cemeteries many stones I remember.
The flowers growing through their bones I remember.
The bugle player playing taps I remember.
The Sargent Major never claps I remember.
The crosses planted by their head I remember.
The helmets hanging off for dead I remember.
The Legion playing in the band I remember.
The drummer pausing for a stand I remember.
The legion drinking in the hall I remember.
The stories being shared by all I remember.
The rifles firing twenty-one I remember.
The bullets deafening to the gun I remember.
The widows left at home alone I remember.
The women of the bombs been blown I remember.
The cannon shot to send the ball I remember.
The powder black to scare us all I remember.
The poem we know as Flanders Field I remember.
The author killed within it's yield I remember.
The unknown soldier questioned who I remember.
The final words our thanks to you I remember.
They claim it legitimate
They claim it fact
But the tide has turned
There’ll be no turning back
The lines of life die under bitter, sharp dust
For here and now the do is must
The time we had sleeps in deep fond memory
The sunshine on grass, on mountain, on river,
on tree.
Clear now is not guidance from the fading light.
Through squinting eyes we must never lose sight.
Sacrifice echoes through the mists of time.
Their deeds of honour we remember and we salute
with pride
But the seeds they did sow are now abandoned,
now ash under darker skies
How can we stand in the presence of ghosts who
for our democracy died?
Will we ever see the horizon glow in the colours of
peace when human hearts overthrow for selfish needs?
Do we sit or stand on the frozen ground?
Do we laugh or cry for dreams lost in the shifting sands?
Do we eat and drink ignoring history scream in the
breaking winds?
Do we record this chapter of where cold forces broke
through our walls?
Do we write to history our memory, our justification,
our reasoning for standing in fear and watching
democracy fall?
Duty calls from valleys deep and wide,
Wide like hearts where brave resolve does bide.
Bide the storms, through fire and endless rain,
Rain of trials met with a calm refrain.
Refrain from fear when darkness clouds the sky,
Sky holds hope where eagles dare to fly.
Fly with honor carved in steel and soul,
Soul forged firm in sacrifice and role.
Role of country’s shield in battle’s fire,
Fire of freedom fed by hearts’ desire.
Desire to serve with valor, strong and true,
True to flags in red and white and blue.
Blue, the banner waving high above,
Above all stands their country, duty, and love.
Black Oil (A Sonnet)
A first world country loads its planes with death encased in steel,
Sent to rain its deadly load on innocents and old.
A politician’s pride at stake, because he said he would;
Some poor man’s son will die this day, so a politician could.
No president’s son will see the front and die in foreign fields,
And as the hands of time move on, the politicians make their deals.
Their grievances long forgot, engraved on cenotaphs in foreign lands,
Your family’s names are etched in stone by history’s hands.
The history books will tell how two nations went to war,
Because of black oil drawn from a well, a cause we can’t ignore.
Yet in the silence of the night, the echoes still remain,
Of lives lost and dreams shattered, a never-ending pain.
So let us learn from past mistakes, and strive for peace instead,
To end the cycle of despair, and heal the wounds once bled.
Oh, I remember...
A most painful anniversary. I'll never forget
Where I was that fateful September day.
I still vividly remember what I was doing
And exactly how I felt
When I watched in paralyzing horror
As the second hijacked plane hit the tower;
The cataclysmic impact,
Immediate;
Depth of heartache and pain,
Bottomless.
I knew America was under terrorist attack.
The imagery of billowing smoke
From the gaping hollows
Where the planes struck
The twin towers,
Unforgettable.
Watching trapped people
Who couldn't withstand the intense heat
Plunging to their deaths,
Unshakable;
Glued to the TV in such shock and disbelief
I could barely speak!
On that September morning in New York,
Thousands of everyday people,
Including brave firefighters
Woke up,
Kissed their families goodbye,
Walked out the front door never to return.
Their survivors left to deal with
The aftermath of their new reality;
Yet that awful, tragic day was also a day
Of courage and resilience.
Heroes made the last moments of their lives count
Aboard Flight 77; an impending attack
On the Pentagon, they thwarted.
Terrorists tried to divide us that day.
They failed spectacularly.
From the ashes, America rose like Phoenix,
Still united. 21 years later,
The pain is still fresh every anniversary.
The memory is eternally vivid.
The world hasn't forgotten.
We Americans haven't forgotten.
We will never forget.
Writing Challenge - X'd Poems Second Chance Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Date submitted: 12/03/2022
N/A in Remember September Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
Contest Judged: 9/23/2022 8:14:00 PM
Date written: 09/11/2022
Pray Bapu1, we’re in plastic age,
Stay happy installed, tall on stage.
Too bad, your birthday prayer meets,
Rows of stark chairs staring in rage,
If your spinning wheels still rotate,
They just spin for a page-three page.
Your ideals may well still be there—
Safe and secured, captive in cage,
When so I see your smiling face
On a wall, O innocent sage,
I wonder at your memorial:
How long shall live your tall image,
In a ritual lip service, though
People would doubtless still engage.
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Bapu1: Father, as Mahatma Gandhi was endearingly called.
It is customary to remember Mahatma Gandhi on his birth anniversary of 2nd October. Saddened, this poet too joins in with this Ghazal.
Reminiscing |02.10.2021| Ghazal
Remembrance day is here again
The country pays it's respect
The veterans eyes show his pain
His head is bowed as he reflects
It's not just about the great war
Although this is where it started
Many other conflicts, mainly abroad
Remember those who have departed
There are many servicemen on parade
Marching with veterans who'd gone before
A Solemn day not just a masquerade
These guys and girls have been to war
So tell your children what this day means
It's not a carnival that it would appear
Explain that it's about loss off life
That it's OK to shed a tear
Remembrance day must live on
The story of the poppy retold
One day those soldiers will be gone
The poppy emblem will be sold
I hope that this never occurs
And our youth will keep it strong
I hope you read this and concur
Our history does belong
So this Sunday 11th of November
Go outside and see them march past
This is the time we remember
Fallen from the beginning to the last
From flanders fields to desert plains
These veterans deserve our praise
Our freedom is what was gained
As they walked through the smoke and haze
The younger veteran has also done his share
This we cannot forget
His actions in war he must bare
Thier stories untold as yet
When they are told you'll be amazed
At what they have seen and done
Opium plantations set ablaze
Your freedom and life he won
“The Nazi’s had no value of life,
They neither understood it,
Nor did they reckon it merited any value,”
My dad objectified at the table,
One Remembrance Sunday,
When I was young.
Although November the 11th,
Was inaugurated by King George the V,
In 1919, just after World War I,
As a day of remembrance of the Great War,
We use it as a day on which,
We can consider both wars,
And, for some, any war.
The King never wanted again,
To see any more bloodshed between nations,
And so rendered it as our choice,
By making it the people’s contemplation.
We must remember their resilience,
Their hope in the face of certain death;
Tirelessness embroidered in tears,
Their well considered bliss in pallid gloom.
Fight and figure jostled the in-education,
Of the German’s thirst for war, power and dictatorship;
And truth flamed in our side,
Until by our character we succeeded.
That valour is perhaps passed on to us,
The kids of future generations,
Because from our older relatives,
We can understand how they fought.
With this bravery, we need to cultivate,
Trust, love and understanding between nations,
Between our foreign neighbours and friends,
So that killing and maiming is not a possibility.