A prisoner of war I am
For that I chose the middle ground,
Where no man belonged.
A war of the good and the evil.
A war of the Gods and the Devil.
My greatness was never enough,
Nor was my darkness.
The Gods called me lost,
The devil saw me weak.
No hands were stretched,
Neither called my name.
A punishment perhaps.
Not rage,
Not salvation,
and no recognition.
But the forever of standing alone
Between the light and the dark,
Like the twilight
Belonging to neither side.
hostage
Trapped, falsely imprisoned, identity stolen, wages deprived, abuse of power, denied freedom
Unable to move and measured, no structure to enter, prisoner of war.
A movement of legal monetary policy allows for these crimes against me, today, 3/23/2025
Self employed as a writer. Inhumane conditions for working in the country, the city workers fail federal codes, failing to report crimes, participation in crimes. Failing to turn themselves in to the authorities
I felt the southern heat in my younger childhood YEARS.
And I also felt Chicago wind-chills that brought me to TEARS.
And I felt being held captive like a prisoner of WAR whose
blood-stained body lies tortured beneath the evening STAR.
Icy winds and driven snow besieged every fiber of my BEING.
And I often shivered in pain, being prevented from SEEING.
As the chilly wind-chill factor dropped far below ZERO, I
would pray and plea for God to hasten and send me a HERO.
042723PS
SEQUEL: Sebastian Jnr Ft Poet Em Em
On the other side, lies
Blind heart: swimming in his sweat
Heading to verge of nowhere in eve
To dredge his sepulchre
For who knows? He said
Of what rain the fountain would pour
On the other side, stuck
Half-closed effete eyes,
Fueling by fountain of "at least",
to sleep not.
But to rubberneck life in reverse
So tell the snake
To not walk his path.
This is a rock with pebbles
For legs with no nails walks not
Sip not with him
From the gloomy tears
He seeks in night..
Oh!..Sit on the other side of terrace,
Is a prisoner of war: whose eyes might not catch 'morrow
(2)
Where chicks are entitlement
to wild eagles - daily meal,
and the latter are carcasses
to sky hunters for fat belly
Where eye-catching dreams
could only come true
at times the nose grunts
and during every moment
all bodies strike poses
for clear and clean shot
Yes, this very side
we value sewerages over beverages
open skies over thatched roofs
and whenever the moon visits
our lips widen their coast
he fought for his country
the freedom of others
and the will to survive
the compounds of war
his friends called him dizzy
because he could spin circles
around thoughts in their heads
while sipping on gin
from tarnished bottles
in smoke filled poker halls
retirement was an afterthought
to survival, when dodging bullets
in never ending wars
that now raid his mind
much like enemies
looking for a prisoner of war
to take back as some trophy
he was never rewarded
for the life he lived
he carries instead scars
resting above his wooden leg
unseen, like his heroic actions
and him as he walks along
alone in a society
that has forgotten his name
august 16, 2019
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Winston
Politician, Leader, Orator, Prisoner of War
Son of Lord Randolph and Jennie, husband of Clementine, father of five
Lover of cuban cigars, trenchcoats, and hats
Who feels love, compassion and righteous anger
Who fears defeat, failure, and Adolf Hitler's victory
Who would love to see the end of WWII, Hitler's downfall, and World Peace
Resident of Chartwell in Kent, South East London, England
Churchill
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Sponsored by Dear Heart aka "Broken Wings" (Winner: 2nd Place)
Date written and posted: 01/28/2019
A mother of eight
Left to raise them on her own
Damn that man...for dying
And leaving her lost, alone
A soldier of valor
Stood his ground in the face of fear
Now, he is court marshaled
For the lies they wanted to hear
A child hides in a closet
Hearing every thwack of the belt
Fighting the concern welling up
To be experienced, processed, felt
.......no grid
Pain beyond measure
Racks the prisoner of war
Trying to get through the moment
Til there will be no more
.......breath
Relief doesn't come
In fact, it builds and festers
Til the filters, ideals, beliefs
Are sequestered
.......to show themselves
and .........Give an account
to WHO?????
If one has no reason
And finds no need to question
Life is just a series of events
A journey without suggestion
Hmmm....what's that like?
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-06-2019
Note: I have always had a grid. My encounter with TRUTH at 18 months set my path. Here I am now, faced with a truth I had never considered...it's a gift; therefore, compassion is necessary for understanding. I hope I have entered into the Grid deep enough to provide insight.
Prisoner Of War
Caught in your draft
With no uniform
Facing battle
Of a new form
Never was much
For walking in line
Yet the earth shifted
This round is mine
Was not warned
Never warned before
Captured as your
Prisoner of war
Fought my battles
Seen loved ones lost
Paid the prices
Suffered the costs
Done the routines
Got tough in the rain
Mastered the art
Of sucking up pain
But I was not warned
Never warned before
Captured as your
Prisoner of war
March, march
keep in line
Suck it up princess
This isn't the time
Not here, not now
This ain't the place
Smack a smile
Upon your face
Caught in your draft
Out of uniform
What battle is this
Where did you come from?
For falling in love
Ain't ever had the time
So take your grenade
Get out of my mine
Was never warned
Never warned before
Captured as your
Prisioner of war
March, march
Stay in line
This ain't the place
It ain't the time
Suck it up beauty
You haven't got the right
You're not allowed to fall
In love tonight
Was not warned
Never warned of you
Captured as your
POW
Never warned before
Now a prisioner
Your prisioner of war
in prisoner of war is in prisoner of liberty
a prisoner's war is a prisoner's liberty
in honor is in prisoner of liberty
in honor is in prisoner of war
in honor,in prison,in war
honor is honor's bond of honor
honor is honor's bond of war
honor is honor's bond of a prisoner
prisoner is prisoner's bond
prisoner is prisoner's bond at war
in bond,in prisoner,in war
a bond of liberty is a bond of war
in liberty,in bond,in war
we stand,we stand in honor
we stand,we stand in war
we stand,we stand in liberty
we stand in prisoner of war
what we stand is between honor and war
what we stand is between prisoner and war
we stand in war
we stand in honor
He was a prisoner of war
Four years as an abductee
When they turned him loose one day
He yelled, "I'm free, I'm free, I'm Free!"
A boy standing next to a tree
Had never seen, such a thing before
He said, "So what, I'm already four!"
Marching,
Foots strangling every strand of grass,
Arms breaking through the wind,
Hands changed into fists,
Eye sockets only fixed on a skull,
A barricade of unseen lines demarcates each group,
Sweat creates a path on their mundane skins
And their ‘Kaki’ sucks it up and having no hope
Of getting back to their wardrobe,
For it is heading to the battle ground
With its owner,
To live,
To die
With him,
Whether he conquers,
Whether he suffers defeat,
Whether the innocent blood
On it is condemned to Hades or not;
Or whether it will be torn apart by bullets.
Bullets which will take its owners’ life too,
Bullets that will send him to hell,
To Hades,
To that dark auditorium
Where the commander,
The killer,
The killed
Will remain.
World Bleeders
Casualty enter-fear soldier worn ear,
caught and cooked way out of town.
Prisoner of War a country ignores,
Mega Powers made up rodeo clowns.
War not cold, espionage is sold,
sworn secrecy Mr. Agent Both Sides.
Difference solved, one country dissolved,
chemical candy stocked 10 miles wide.
Gripped in terror, so Holy Scared,
nations join in search of The Man.
In the midst of it all another must fall,
the ignorant tactics of Mr. Uncle Sam...
bmdavey@
02/28/2016
If there's a good wartime story worth telling and sharing:
this one should be told as it unfolds much sadness,
but amid disaster and hardship, hope was a light flickering
underneath those bomb-blackened, crumbling stones.
During World War II before the Allies landed
in Salerno, the city in Southern Italy,
my uncle was a prisoner of war in England...
an Italian was considered an enemy,
but Emma, the beautiful British woman, didn't see
it as a barrier and in that camp he treated him as a friend.
Was Emma moved by the pitiful look of a soldier
captured and brought to foggy England,
where the winds were as cold as the murky air;
didn't he dream of his distant motherland?
Needless to say compassion was found in Emma's heart
and her words brought much tenderness he never forgot,
" Soon this war will end and you'll breathe the crisp air of spring:
when a mockingbird's song will remind you of this far-away friend! "
On a wild rampage
I ride through the night
Livid with anger
Redemption in sight
Set out to pillage
Your heart and your soul
Leave nothing standing
No, nothing left whole
A prisoner of war
I will take you to me
A slave bound and tied
Not meant to be free
Part of my booty
You’re mine to demand
You must pay your dues
Obey each command
I’m furious with rage
My anger I’ll vent
You thought me serene
No, I am hell bent
There must be payment
For breaking my heart
My revenge is sweet
I’ll not spare a part
My siege is complete
My honor in tact
I’m a fierce warrior
There’s nothing I lack
You thought you’d use me
And then you would flee
You figured it wrong
Look straight into me
I've come to avenge
I see how you shake
You poor little lamb
Your stronghold I break
I know your weakness
And with it I snare
You can’t resist me
When beauty I bare
With weakness exposed
I bind you with might
I torture you well
All through the long night
I play with my toy
Until I tire
Then toss you aside
Charred by my fire
Left helpless and weak
You bemoan your fate
While I ride away
Now calm and sedate
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Gang war...race war...drug war...a religious war...our own war that is the war within...when does the fighting stop or will it not?...please deliver ourselves from ourselves...why can't we just achieve PEACE...peace of the heart...a piece of my mind...assumes the form of ink that is written ...on a piece of paper...and peace was us in our primitive nature...but then we developed the idea of war...such a mindless behavior ...its like a war between with what's really real and what's portrayed in the media...DEATH TO THE MAINSTREAM...my words are weapons thats why my paper cuts like a sword ...alas nothing to SHIELD me from the pain...I wonder myself if that pain will ever come to an end ...and in the end who really ever "wins"...whenever there is a WAR...
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