Sarajevo Poems | Examples

Sarajevo Dream

SARAJEVO DREAM
Hang it up or throw it out 
it's what the world is all about,
there's nothing in tomorrow that
has not been dreamt about.

All things will stay all the same
 it's only what's been re-arranged
it seems to be another day
 but nothing's really changed.

There is a window sealed up tight
somewhere it's day somewhere it's night
some things might seem to be not nice
 but maybe they are right.

You can ride a shooting star
 from anywhere you are
and it will take you everywhere
 but will not take you far.

Life is such a funny thing
 sometimes we cry sometimes we sing
we know not where we're coming from,
 nor what our dying has to bring.

You will never even see
 what your life was meant to be
until you take a closer look
 at who you are to me.

Shades of black that turn to gray
 Spring was here but couldn't stay.
But every dream we've ever have had
 will never go away.

Down by the river, blood flows free
Tells all the world dreams can not be.
But Sarajevo has a way
Of not believing
          all we see.

© ron wilson 
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

Sarajevo - Under the Linden Tree

Sarajevo - UNDER A LINDEN TREE
The morning lights and to another day
a pirate's chest you've found but will not stay
for longer than the blinking of your eye
from troubled sleep to wake wherein you die

through every ticking second where you are
as dense and far away as any star
you sit and let your life and time run out
and have become what others talk about

You search to find where you can sit again,
under a Linden Tree, like it was when
the need for firewood made it days gone by
but still you want to hear how love can't die.

from time to time you'll always hear a clue
between each word that's meant for only you
coincidental to what you have seen
you take it in as how each word must mean

and this will guide you through the whole day long
as certain as the hearing of "Our Song..."
just at the proper timing of your need
and then your thought will soar, it has been freed

you cling to it and make it what must be
the fabric of your life and prophesy
and it will carry you from here to there
into another day that goes no where.

© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Sarajevo Dream

SARAJEVO DREAM
Hang it up or throw it out 
it's what the world is all about,
there's nothing in tomorrow that
has not been dreamt about.

All things will stay all the same
 it's only what's been re-arranged
it seems to be another day
 but nothing's really changed.

There is a window sealed up tight
somewhere it's day somewhere it's night
some things might seem to be not nice
 but maybe they are right.

You can ride a shooting star
 from anywhere you are
and it will take you everywhere
 but will not take you far.

Life is such a funny thing
 sometimes we cry sometimes we sing
we know not where we're coming from,
 nor what our dying has to bring.

You will never even see
 what your life was meant to be
until you take a closer look
 at who you are to me.

Shades of black that turn to gray
 Spring was here but couldn't stay.
But every dream we've ever have had
 will never go away.

Down by the river, blood flows free
Tells all the world dreams can not be.
But Sarajevo has a way
Of not believing
          all we see.

© ron wilson 
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

Sarajevo Snack

SARAJEVO SNACK
Speak softly to the tune, it plays out in the night,
and never think that Sarajevo hasn't named the song.
Division is the rule, and  fools will make our way,
our fear has brought it down on a world going wrong.

I'll still love you in Spring, in Summer, Winter, Fall,
through Sarajevo's night, I'll love you to the end.
and God has told me this, I'll know you after night,
when I fall in love again, and meet you as a friend.

The last of everyone's been written in our rage.
I've told how we will end, in all the words I write.
And these, the words from you, forever sing God's love,
but I'm the fool they blame, for bringing on the night.

Speak softly to the tune, it changes before long,
into a battle cry, dividing right from wrong.

© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Sarajevo Cage

CAGE
Deep in the death, the vastness of your eyes
that reaches into times eternity,
I go, a vagrant, soon to realize
you are beginning and the end of me.

The fear of born again brings me to tears,
of living one more time, as I have done,
and unsuspecting, all my greatest fears
are realized again; our death lives on.

You look at me and bare all you may find,
I am a delicate, and easily to break,
and you can see me hiding in my mind,
from your first look, and I can only shake.

     The book of me is now one empty page
      and Sarajevo has become our cage.
               © ron wilson aka 
Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

Sarajevo - the Bombers and the Butchers

BOMBERS AND BUTCHERS
Don't worry little girl, you need not cry,
we know your tears, and feel them every one
and all too well, though many more will die,
you will go home again, it is not gone,

but merely re-arranged, or burned at most,
your place called home still thrives for you one day
to dream and build again, a fence, a post,
four walls to keep you safe where you can stay,

and never see again man's evil eye
nor feel again the hate that brought this on,
and though for now you sit alone and cry,
the bombers and the butchers will  be gone.

Your home is safe, and waits for your return,
Though nothing's left except what will not burn.

© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the doylestown poet

Sheltered In Alone - Sarajevo 41

Sarajevo - SHELTERED IN ALONE
Between the silence whispered in your head
and what you cannot see in front of you;
each morning of each day you know, but dread,
as if a curse is all this life will do.

You'd love to love, but hide away from it,
and sheltered in alone, you wonder why
somebody might see you, and stay a bit,
but all they do is look and pass you by.

Deep in your heart is love that's seldom known,
it cries out for someone to make it shine,
but no one ever sees what you've not shown
you've sealed love tighter than a cask of wine.

Down by the River, Sarajevo's charm
Calls not for love, but calls for you to arm.

     © Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

Sarajevo 1995 - Another Cease Fire

SARAJEVO-1995  Another Cease Fire
As old as death and cold as nevermore
all set to stone, by those who've died before;
the acts of love, though viewed a falacy
reveal the truth of what has come to be
and given to what friendship has in store.

This city with its palaces should die
though all the world would come to wonder why,
for better off the world would come to be
than letting blood to flow so fast and free
in gutterways, where life lives on its' lie.

There'll never be agreement, in our day
for east is east, and west, the other way,
and taste for blood is strong and long and deep,
from promises that time will never keep,
and all the world has nothing more to say.

Who'll end the peace so fast we'll never know
enough to place the blame where it should go?
There's always time to bury those who've died
but not enough for helping those who've cried,
and peace is what the reapers never sow.

© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

Sarajevo the Dying Time

SARAJEVO the dying time
In this the winter of the growing old
and failing of the hearts, a human crime,
as freezing rain falls thru the bitter cold
a welcomed bit of life is dying time.

No more to feel the pain of day to day
explaining to themselves, the misery,
of what the world's allowed to come their way
but time will prove it's what was meant to be;

and if a sniper's aim might bring the end
of any hope still left to call upon,
there's no one who could even comprehend
what's happened to a time that's dead and gone.

    And on the streets their blood will make a stain
    until it's washed away by warmer rain.

           © Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
             aka Ron Wilson

Sarajevo Roots and Leaves

SARAJEVO ROOTS AND LEAVES
From where all hate comes from, the roots are strong,
but never to be known, forgotten by
the branching of the tree, through right and wrong,
as blood is sucked so life can come to die.

Forgotten is love's moment, and each kiss,
and every step in hoping not to fall,
each joy of birth, it all comes down to this,
the dying of each leaf soon tells it all.

The cycle in-complete, and ending not,
goes here to there, but no one ever learns
the way to back, it all turns into rot,
decay of life that feeds the roots in turn.

In palaces, no king is ever known
to have a friend, each one will die alone.

© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

Sarajevo - Death Comes

Sarajevo - Death Comes
For Sarajevo, death is never known,
to bring an end, to what the body feels,
in love or hate, together, or alone,
death has no mercy for one's last appeals.

Death never fails to bring the solitude
those living on in pain, would surely bless,
though we don't always want it to intrude,
death comes no matter what our happiness!

Death's kiss is not a thing to worry of,
it all belongs to you! No other's claim
can steal away your very greatest love,
and not one love in life is near the same!

Death comes from out of hate and Balkan clay
to those who've never found another way.       
© ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the doylestown poet

Sarajevo Hate Will Survive

SARAJEVO Hate Will Survive
I came in the name of He who gave you breath.
As certain as the emptiness of time,
as hopeful as your life, and meaningless as death,
I came to stay.

I came into your palaces, each holy place
as plain to see as Sarajevo's charm
dividing all, each dream of hope--you'll never see my face,
I came to stay.

No holy water, no excorcist's demand,
can quench your thirst; your need for all I am.
I fill your head with things not meant to understand,
I came to stay.

I breath your name, tormented you may seem,
and sleepless is your night, I fill your time.
I am the joy of life beyond your dying scream,
I came to stay.

I came in the name of He who gives you death.
I am the calm and blinding of the light.
Forever part of you, I am your very breath.
I came to stay.

© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

Sarajevo - the Going Insane

SARAJEVO the going insane
Could anyone explain the going mad
of someone that your life's depended on,
or how, the sanity, all they have had
grows weaker until all they've had is gone?

You know their love's been such a part of you
but life had reason that it couldn't stay,
and in your heart you know the love was true,
it did not end, it only slipped away.

To watch, as those you've loved, grow weak in mind
is watching death--in all your eyes can see,
and helpless, all your hope is but to find
that death is not as slow as death can be.

   It takes a long time knowing all is gone
   and longer finding reason to go on.

© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Sarajevo - Death of a Believer

Sarajevo - DEATH OF A BELIEVER
In Sarajevo, death, down through the years
is fog of mind not meant to ever be;
brought on by laughter, love, and hate and tears
the fate of all too few can ever see.

It brings the withering of life, and all its leaves,
once green and shining in the morning sun,
now setting on it all, in evening grieves
for lack of interest in what life has done.

Compassion leaves the mind, once fired and prime
and old and tired now beats the heart we knew
life now mundaned by passing of all time,
there's nothing left the heart would like to do.

     Old man, you're numbered to your final breath
      and no one cares for all your sweat and tears,
    your rest is not until it's done in death,
      but keep the faith in what you've done for years.

© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Sarajevo Secrets of the Spider's Web

Sarajevo - SECRETS OF THE SPIDER'S WEB
The spice of life, a nectar to the heart
if one can find it, Sarajevo's flow,
in this, their time, death's made this dream a part
of ev'ry way they wants their life to go!

With rings and potions, camels hair or eye,
and just a trace of kale that's come to rot
it cannot fail to bring the wanted high
for all who sip to gain all life has got!

The secrets of all time are just the chase
as sweet as honey to a baby's milk 
un-recognized when one is face to face
and bound as tight as any spider's silk!

Confusion plagues the minds who never see
how sweet the spice of life can come to be!

© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

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