If old men fought the wars
Would there be quite so many?
Maybe we’d reach a stage
Where we’d not fight any.
Life becomes more precious
With the passing of years
The realisation of mortality
Bringing its own fears.
Let the young live their lives,
No longer treated like cattle
Marshalled and forced to
Fight the old mens’ battles.
Let the old men go
To fight their own wars
Don’t conscript the future to
Go die for another’s cause.
If old men did the fighting
Perhaps there’d be more trying
To find a different solution if
Old men faced the risk of dying.
(D-Day 6th June 1944)
Categories:
marshalled, appreciation, conflict, memory, philosophy,
Form: Rhyme
What, then, is a spirit?
Whence the wafting wisp?
And is a thing ethereal really real?
How concrete the conscious?
Does sentience have substance?
Tell me, really, truly, what’s the deal?
“Long ago, immortal ages past,
Eons yet lay heavy on his brow;
Bestirred himself, ‘midst space’s frosty blast
To form and frame a temporal, called ‘now’.
“Focused he the forces of his will;
Marshalled now the makings of his plan;
Shaped of clay a figure cold and still,
The outer tent, the trappings of a man.
“Then opened he his heart, the heart of God,
And broke off living pieces, pure and fresh;
That heaven might be clothed in earthen sod—
Shards of God now sheathed in human flesh.”
Categories:
marshalled, humanity, imagination, inspiration, mystery,
Form: Rhyme
For those that got left behind,we chase distant shadows of those long gone,we sit and in wait
for dreams that will probably never return. Holding vigils and keeping sacred rituals for
stoned hearts,dessulute and barren, for those that got left behind,confined by fear,governed
by loneliness and marshalled by paranoia,for they have left us to wallow and bask up turned
in the fountains of darkness,hopeless and forgotten. But for those that got left behind,there
hearts shall grow found of the pain,and the darkness shall soon become like the light,hope
shall come and the greastest of all;Love shall overcome. And they will hear of our song and
echo our laughter for we shall emerge new and enlightened.. For we are they that got left
behind.
Categories:
marshalled, sad
Form: Personification
For those that got left behind,we chase distant shadows of those long gone,we sit and in wait
for dreams that will probably never return. Holding vigils and keeping sacred rituals for
stoned hearts,dessulute and barren, for those that got left behind,confined by fear,governed
by loneliness and marshalled by paranoia,for they have left us to wallow and bask up turned
in the fountains of darkness,hopeless and forgotten. But for those that got left behind,there
hearts shall grow found of the pain,and the darkness shall soon become like the light,hope
shall come and the greastest of all;Love shall overcome. And they will hear of our song and
echo our laughter for we shall emerge new and enlightened.. For we are they that got left
behind.
Categories:
marshalled, romance
Form: Personification