Long War Poems
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It was the summer of love. I was eight -
south in the California state
with discipline, the War, and hate.
I wore a button down shirt
and hard black shoes that always hurt,
but in my heart, no one could deny
a tie dye in July.
Ten years later, I was released
to freedom, love, and peace.
made of real cotton, not of fleece.
A rainbow appeared, my mind was split.
I took a California sunshine hit
at Venice Beach, eight miles high,
wearing tie dye in July.
On time's pedal, someone hit the gas -
ten years gone, not all things last.
George once said, "all things must pass",
so, at a corporate conference
a cool free shirt and pretence -
something was awry
as I wore tie dye in July.
As we two, in a poem's words unite,
I'll tell you my best memories, tonight.
They were rainbow colors, ever bright;
and, whatever it all meant,
when, to Heaven, I am sent,
I hope that I will fly
wearing tie dye in July.
I was so glad to welcome you
And it was such a joy to hold you
Never wondered how life could’ve been without you
For I wish My womb could never have carried you
Feed baby feed on some milk
Do not cry with fear i am right here
Close your ears listen to what I want you to hear
If I am to protect you with my life I would cover you in arms
I know you are starving and my body is drying
I can’t produce any more milk for I am starving too
Oh child
If I had knew tomorrow would bring war and harm you
I would never wished for your existence
My heart is bleeding my eyes are flooded with bloody tears
Can’t imagine how lonely you might be
Are there no mother angels please cuddle my child and tell him not to cry
Oh my dear child
I plead for peace
I plead for Justice
I plead for calmness
Is it not what we are fighting for less worth than our lives
Than the young children
Is pointing guns at one another necessary than a talk on a table
A talk on a table would save our tomorrow
The Somme, that's where true heroes fell.
No future now war is the thief.
Their sacrifice they gave in hell,
As wounded comrades stories tell.
Of those brave Pals, their war so brief.
The Somme that's where true heroes fell.
A beating drum, a screaming shell,
The blast of guns beyond belief,
Their sacrifice they gave in hell.
More gallant men, their tolling bell
Fills kith and kin, their fears with grief.
The Somme, that's where true heroes fell,
It's stench a putrid acrid smell.
Last rites were said, death gives relief.
Their sacrifice they gave in hell.
The fallen will forever dwell,
In poppy fields they lie,beneath
The Somme, that's where true heroes fell.
In Heaven now.- Released from Hell.
World War 1. The Somme France. July 1st. to November 18th. 1916.
War and Heroism
2/ 23/ 2015.
Iran's leader was our friend
but Zealots forced his rule to end.
Now Iran joined our fervent foes
The Jihad tree sends out roots and grows.
Then there was Afghanistan.
We got dragged into war in that deadly land.
They had hosted Al Qaeda, practicing how to slay.
Killed 3000 U.S. civilians in one fall day.
We went to war in Iraq too
We thought we'd be welcome, Bush had no clue.
Many turned against us, a bitter hard war.
Many voices here say - what were we fighting for?
Islamic state took sex slaves, also crucified.
beheaded if you're lucky, if not, burned alive.
In the power vacuum, they took a chunk of Iraq.
Eventually, temporarily, we beat the Jihad back.
We'd been fighting in Afghanistan for 20 years,
On paper we were strong, but reality jeers.
So Trump said, “Time to call it done,”
And Biden said, “The war is won.”
We withdrew our troops, doomed people fell off our planes.
It was like Vietnam all over again
And today Al Qaeda camps sprout there, for them no fears.
Could we have stayed, could we keep losing soldiers for years?
“We’ll watch from far" said Biden "over horizon sight,”
He said we'd look out for each woman’s right.
But girls can’t go to school anymore, nor walk alone—
Nobody believes our politicians, we turn tail and go home.
In Christian Lebanon, now Hezbollah rules
An Islamic State graduate took Syria, trusted only by fools.
In Mali now, Al Qaeda looks to win
Three times the land of California, the tide is coming in.
Nigerian leaders minimize a slaughter to cloak
In ten years' time you'll see the same land, different folk.
I've just scratched the surface, to be candid
Recall Mozambique, Christian island, till Jihadists landed.
You say, “So what? that's all far away,
They live their lives a different way.”
But that's what we thought, until airliners flew
Through our skyscrapers, the Pentagon too.
Now you might argue "America First" to keep out is best.
But you might not understand reasons for conquest.
I certainly don't want to be in the first combat wave.
I don't want endless wars, or an early grave.
I don't want to fight totalitarians, just live my life, lots to do
But though we're not interested in war, war may be interested in you.
We have enough problems here, in fact they grow worse every day
Can we stand up to enemies, I wouldn't bet that way.
A tribal War
In a small clearing it stood
dark and majestic against the sky
small silver like veins run riot
across its pitted scarred surface.
Glinting in the sun it sparkled
seeming near alive at times.
Two tribes considered it a god
and warred for the sole rights
to hold their ceremonies at its base.
indifferent to man kinds folly
it stood sentinel to only time,
all this it had seen before.
Two from opposing sides fell in love
and war once more flared up
their love being considered taboo.
No happy ending to this tale
alas they fought 'til all lay dead
And still the meteor rock stood tall.
An Evil War
They walk the plains of sun-dried grass,
together in a row;
the mothers, with their young ones, pass
to search for food and go
for miles with thirst to find a drink;
as dry season appears.
They walk along, each one in sync,
alert with eyes and ears.
On different paths, the males walk too
to feed as they patrol,
and somehow they, with inner clue,
all find a water hole.
And peacefully they live their days,
adapt to nature's reign
that serves them well to drink and graze
and procreate their strain.
But space in their domain is less...
encroached by humankind,
uncaring of the crowding stress
they leave on them behind.
Still worse, they have become aware
of threats of crueler kind,
and learned to watch, to hide, beware
of horrors which they find.
So oft they see a sight disturbed...
sprawled out along their path;
a member of their precious herd...
they trumpet loud with wrath.
They stop and mourn like humans do,
stand vigil, shocked and chilled;
caress the faceless friend they knew...
who for his tusks...was killed.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Premiere Contest: Evil Is Everywhere
Sponsor: Brian Davey
Judged: 10/08/2016
BBC News: The War On Elephants: April 28, 2016
"Bloated and eerily upright the large adult elephant was still standing where it had been killed - just next to the stream - its face hacked off....It had been fleeing the carnage in the mud 100m or so away, where the remains of four other adults and one young elephant lay fallen and disfigured, their tusks and trunks all taken for ivory and meat. Like a macabre statue, this faceless animal stood as a landmark to the horrors of poaching, of the ivory trade, and of the mass slaughter of the last remaining elephants in central Africa...
“It's worth so much more than just the animals. It's about trying to stabilise a whole region which has been unstable for decades. It's about trying to basically build peace. And that is why we wake up every morning, why everyone fights this war, and why we try and save the elephants. It's about basically saving Congo. On 23 April 2016, three rangers were killed in a fresh clash with poachers. Park manager Erik Mararv and another ranger were badly injured."
Solitary soldier
Walks out of the smoke
Flame thrower exhausted
For the lives choked
In barren surround
The stench of flesh
Burning bodies
Blood running trench
Gone is the sky
That was there this morning
Billowing death
Death clouds forming
Out of these clouds
Walks a nineteen year old boy
Sent to war
To play with deaths toy
As he walks away
Lighting a cigarette
As he draws on its life
Is it to help him forget
Did he come home from this war
Will we never know
For the expanse of the clouds
Drifting likes deaths snow
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war3.php
The colour of an uncomfortable truth
Bullets of ecstasy white powder clear spirits
shots into nothingness forgetting looking away
Translucent syringes monochrome devastation
fighting for a better world wholeness surrendering
to psychedelic transcendental illusion
Explosions into Nirvana black darkness oblivion
powerful mind- and minefields one in the soul
Grenades shed colour of blood guts and gore
the olive skinned baby disappears in a flash
Rockets and missiles illuminate boots on the ground
marching to enchanted delusions of higher stronger
escalation of greed hunger power single vision and death
No stone is untouched no life unworthy of killing
men women children are equal in the addiction of war
Moving pictures on wide screens in high resolution
feature the strong hold of ruinous splashes of fire-works
a true melting pot in the scorching heat of the battle
All shades of skin colours united in excremental demise
interspersed with advertisement for super bowls
fast food consumption computer games Kentucky fried
Mac Evil’s temptation to escape poverty of kindness
Love is a silent rainbow composition of all colours combined
antidote to overwhelming addiction of domination abomination
and being hooked on humanity could shatter the madness
01st June 2016
Last New Year's Eve dismissed Twenty-Nineteen-
we watched the Ball come down via TV,
as lively crowds at famous Times Square scene,
cheered in our brand new decade- as did we;
so full of promise- this new year would be.
By early March, oh how our world had changed-
with dire pandemic- fate was rearranged;
our routine lives on pause- and just like that-
the chance of death and quarantines deranged
our world- as Covid War- we now combat.
May 9, 2020
~2nd Place~
Contest: Dizain
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Judged: 05/19/2020
Rhyme Scheme: a b a b b c c d c d
We sense the sacred in these peaceful walls
Yet men have died in places that appal
Women too and children then unborn
Fell into cold dark earth in lands forlorn
As our weapons grow, our hearts are hard
The people live in Gaza behind bars
The water all polluted as taps drip
Is this war or is it vengeance fit?
In Britain, it’s the poor who lose the war
As it was when Jesus Mary bore
Yet here are clerics blessing marching bands
A military show for all the land
The genocide in Europe of the Jews
The self destructive actions of the proud
The fields of France filled sick with blood and bone
Who are we to cast judgemental stones?
The War’s not over when the fighting stops
The soldiers and the tortured suffer shock
The widows and the parents all bereaved.
The unborn children hover in unease
We let the prisoners out from camps of death
But who would take them in or take their path?
The injuries will travel down the years
As still we fight and still we live in fear
It’s Europe’s grasp and greed which was the cause
Of death in Gaza, Syria, in long wars
Yet we judge we are more civilised
When we self defend with bitter lies