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A Sad Story Told From a Battlefield

He didn’t have a native land, 
therefore, he had no reminiscences of any sort,
neither good nor ill, other than reckless killing 
at the battlefield where he was compulsorily taken into 
and deployed to fight unwanted fight: the legend of warmhearted provisions provided in the name of el Cid Rodrigo Diaz De Vival
to the foes is only the beautified story of Castile.

The Faithfulness that even risks own life for fidelity is
though lonely one’s heart’s desire, he knew not the friendship
for he lived the life without a friend other than ghastly cry of tottering, collapsed, crawling and mutilated bodies of neither to call the enemies’ nor friends’: the beautiful friendship that of Pythias and Daimon is
the drifting clouds above the Sicily, it is the fancy of dearest wish,
the concocted tales that to honor the tyrant of Syracuse.

He didn’t have a home; therefore, he doesn’t know what is the love,
other than the deep wound of maternal love he saw at the battlefield;
the grief that of an old woman who was holding her slain son in her arms 
with absent-minded, who was washing the blood off
from the slaughtered son’s face with tears: it is the horrifying myth 
of Persephone who can only able to have a stillborn child.
It is the dark shadow of the daughter of Demeter who goes back and forth 
along the other side of Styx counting days till spring is to come.


He didn’t have wife, therefore, he lived his life without knowing 
what is the intimate love, other than touch of a foreign woman
who sales long kept chastity for a loaf of bread in the gathering darkness; 
who weeps alone in the ruin at the roadside where 
the cannonade booms to deafen the air: it is the shadow of the curse 
on Oedipus who though able to solve the riddle of Sphinx
able not to flee from the irony of life. It is the damnation on the king of Thebes, who roams in the darkness led by two tender aged daughters.
© Su Ben  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Obsessed, Am I Going To See Another Day

Yes, I'm obsessed,
blessed,to be woken by the sunshine
peeking in my window, 
touching my face as I lie in bed,
it tells me,
"Good morning sleepyhead, time to start the day." 

With happiness of life still running through my veins, 
aches and pains, I smile knowing I am still alive.

I sit up on my own, old and gray,
and touch the cold floor beneath my bare feet and stay,
I stretch my arms and legs, and then I pray,
"Thank you Lord for another day." , then I dress. 

Opening the door, I step outside into the world, and breathe
the mirth of greeting nature's lullabies,
pleasant fragrance of dewy garden wreaths,
and silent lawn beneath the shade of trees.

I gaze up to the pale blue sky, 
and watch a flock of birds fly across, 
while a wisp of clouds meander by.

Watch the breeze flow,
running its tendrils through the golden field at bay 
leaving a wave of ripples along the way,
spiraling around anything that stands wanting to play.

As the sun slowly goes to rest, 
the moon takes his place.
I sit on the front porch in my old rocking chair, 
wrapped warm from the cool night air, 
and watch the trembling stars.

It all worms its way into my heart,
from dawn until dusk
bringing a warmhearted smile. 
I am blessed, to face another day

I do obsess if I'm going to see another day 

7/22/2017
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Leo the Lion

I'm Leo the Lion, I am, I am
From the mystical world of the Astrology
I'm generous, strong and warmhearted
That's if you believe in symbology

Not making this up, check it out
Masculine, positive and extroverted
If I listen too carefully, my head will swell
Which should definitely be averted

My wife suggested widening the doorways
Or I might severely injure my brain
Methinks my honey's being a bit facetious
But I love her a bunch just the same

I'm Leo the Lion, I am, I am
Just a fun loving guy who enjoys life
They also say I'm very broad-minded
Love broads but don't tell my wife!
Form: Quatrain

Living High

I can't imagine myself living high...
until I have little strenght to dive
into the deep and cold river, 
which I watch from this steel bridge;
living high on a smooth edge...
'till I'm exhausted by fear!

Should I ever be humbled by modesty,
never be tempted by lavishness
and rest on my unearned laurels?
Others may look at me as insane...
entralled by madness, not dashing for escape;
but they only see the magnitude, not the honesty!

I'll stay magnanimous and avoid at any cost
any made-up appearance to make wealthy friends,
and favor them over the modest ones;
if they love living high and forget
where they're from or boast of invincibility... 
an erupting volcano their moments will be!

Warmhearted,not a warmonger
who dances after a victory,
a meek soul not vigilant and inhumane;
a precious soul seeking out simplicity...
enjoing life in tranquillity, never to wane:
anticipating what will occur!

Premium Member Dog Chases Tail

"I walk this lonely and gray maze absence of noise for days, 
till only my name be known." Quote by poet

Beagle, my small, sweet, faithful, warmhearted,
Regal, Harrier hunting hound girl puppy,
Loves to sleep on my armchair.
Fifth of her litter. She stares, with sun sparkling hazel eagle eyes,
Short, soft white, with patches of brown and black hair.
Her brown ears down like pendulums in the air
That swing back and forth when she runs.
Stands proudly with her head straight up and alert.
Her black nose never fails her;
It wiggles at the scent of quail.
She rumps inside and outside
With bumblebee boundless, curious, playful energy.
Tail high, cheerful and outgoing,
Happy and very yappy at times.
She’s humorous when her toy is her tail
An affair she chases over and over again
In a circle, having fun when she is excited.
Her bed is my bed in quiet, hush puppy, snuggly comfort.
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.
dog


Premium Member Leo The Lion

I'm Leo the Lion, I am, I am
From the mystical world of Astrology
I'm generous, strong and warmhearted
That's if you believe in symbology

Not making this up, check it out
Masculine, positive and extroverted
If I listen too carefully, my head will swell
Which should definitely be averted

My wife suggested widening the doorways
Or I might severely injure my brain
Methinks my honey's being a bit facetious
But I love her a bunch just the same

I'm Leo the Lion, I am, I am
Just a fun loving guy who enjoys life
They also say I'm very broad-minded
Love broads but don't tell my wife
Form: Cinquain

Taurus - April 21 - May 21

No bull in the proverbial china shop
but of the astrological skies 
you’d ride bareback upon the animal
assured by its strength and muscular form 
Ruled by Venus and of the second house
A feminine introvert or negative sign

A lover of all things nature and natural
Earth, loyal and faithful but needs stability
Although stubborn enough to charge at one disturbing the peace
Fulfilling the senses with beauty
Neck and throat sensitive and strong (aim affection here!)
Homely content, liking the comforts of life

Attracted to material things in simplest form
although from senses – tactile or pleasing to eye
Naturally practical likes comfortable space for home and work
Food clothes music and linen of importance 
for ‘things’ are of value, money and those not materialistic 
Sensation more important than feelings and thought

A Taurean can appear boring to others
Practical and sensible in approach
Basing life on the real not imagined
Not willing to take unecessary risk
nor put foundations that are solid in jeopardy
Happy with stability and simplicity so long as functional

Not to be distracted and not exceptionally clever
You get to where you want to be through determination
Always needing the tools to get back to basics and build
A feminine introvert or negative sign
Life is good, ruled by Venus sensual and simple
In Venus Taurus is about physical and idealistic love, arts and beauty

Patient, reliable warmhearted and caring nature
One determined and persistant, a creative, placid creature
Needs watch health especially throat, repiratory, abscess and rheumatism
Stubborness and inflexibility can sometimes be issue
Possessive and relentlessness yet loving
Law abiding and somewhat hostile with change

Witty and practical, faithful and generous to friends
More than averagely loving and very self-conscious
Fixed in opinion down to experience and acceptable patterns
Steadfast, just and firm when faced with difficulty
These are not afraid of dirty hands nor shy of hard work
At best in positions of trust and responsibility

Strength is sensible outlook on life
Weakness of being unable to accept less than you can achieve
Seeing is believing
and because the feet are firmly on the ground
others will come to this sign for advice
as they plod along taking only what is needed to survive

Premium Member Leo the Lion

I'm Leo the Lion, I am, I am
From the mystical world of the Astrology
I'm generous, strong and warmhearted
That's if you believe in symbology

Not making this up, check it out
Masculine, positive and extroverted
If I listen too carefully, my head will swell
Which should definitely be averted

My wife suggested widening the doorways
Or I might severely injure my brain
Methinks my honey's being a bit facetious
But I love her a bunch just the same

I'm Leo the Lion, I am, I am
Just a fun loving guy who enjoys life
They also say I'm very broad-minded
Love broads but don't tell my wife!


© Jack Ellison 2014
Form: Quatrain

A Lily Standing On the Pathway Between March and April

The sun peeks his face out from the passing wind 
still chilly and cold, and in this air the tree branches 
stretch their arms to hold the sun as if sails on the deep and gray sky

The sun that is out of reach of a hand 
may be a hope; no, it ought to be a hope

One night I saw a wayfarer, becoming a moonbeam,
going toward April stepping on the footmarks March 
has left behind 

Although he has gone through so many hills and high waters 
with a knapsack on his back that was full with the countless 
sentiments he put in it for pity’s sake, the sack was emptied;
  
for the lapse of time makes things wear and tear
his garment was worn to rags, and when the wind 
passes through it penetrates the garment to chill the bone 

The deep anxiety he is unable to shake off, and therefore, 
reflected on the running water murmuring through the field 
as ripples of moonbeam, which is not from the fleeting of time 
or his sufferings while he was walking among the foes, but because 
he is sorry for and worries about friends he has to leave behind 

The friends, not many in number shared his happiness 
at the time of banqueting, surrounding the table though 
plain and simple, abundance in God; 

at the time counting the falling stars lying on a stone pillow 
by the gap between rocks. The friends, not in damnation but 
in endurance and warmhearted understanding, talked about better day to come while burning the passions in the bone fire on a day when they were wet and shivering in early spring drizzle

For the days he was with his friends were too short,
it caused him an embarrassment in counting the days,
yet they were unforgettable moments of joyous and happy experiences

As he walked through the field with friends he talked about tomorrow
standing on the hill top side by side, he asked them to pray for him, 
sitting on the sands by the water he sighed for he has to leave 
the friends, the sweet and bitter memories behind

Nonetheless, he cannot just stand by a roadside as an emotionless stone, 
he crosses the hill under the shade of a waning moon, and when 
the humble hearted teary-eyed wanderer blooms as a lily on the other side of 
the hill in dawning, the sunray fall on the lily on the dew
as hope to those who remember him, as happiness to the friends 
he left behind, as the covenant of the Lord to all who trust in him
© Su Ben  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Leo the Lion

I'm Leo the Lion, I am, I am
From the mystical world of the Astrology
I'm generous, strong and warmhearted
That's if you believe in symbology

Not making this up, check it out
Masculine, positive and extroverted
If I listen too carefully, my head will swell
Which should definitely be averted

My wife suggested widening the doorways
Or I might severely injure my brain
Methinks my honey's being a bit facetious
But I love her a bunch just the same

I'm Leo the Lion, I am, I am
Just a fun-loving guy who enjoys my life
They also say I'm very broad-minded
Love broads but don't tell my wife!
fun
Form: Quatrain

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