Bibi exchanges hundreds of murderers
with blood on their hands
for a handful of hostage civilians
fueling Hamas’ evil plans
for ‘a thousand more October sevens’
horrific antisemitic aggressions…
Sleep well, Bibi, tonight
as your countrymen's nightmares ignite
Sevens, Shovels, and Spades
Dig, dig, dig. Black soil and stone
Earth worms wiggle , Decay bones
Dig, dig, dig, scatter seeds there
Sprouting, searching sun and air
Dig, dig, dig, To hide our dead
Six feet under, body bed
Dig, dig, dig, create new life
Born of earth, Feed appetites
Dig, dig, dig, Shovel and Spade
Flowers grow from planted pain
Dig, dig, dig, Work never done
Then I see that I'm the one
Dig, dig, dig , out of this hole
Skin so pale and Icy cold
Dig, dig, dig. Deep down inside
Reveal secrets graveyards hide.
The people came to Alberton
To honour the man whose life was won
For he played the Port Adelaide way
And Russell Ebert won our hearts we say
His family spoke of growing up in the Riverland
A family who built a pride that still stands
On the football field a reputation made
From father to sons across all grades
Peter Woite spoke of the team man grand
Who set standards and knew the demands
And when his playing days were done
His Community work left a legacy number one
And Russell nurtured those he met
Focusing on what they did well yet
To always do good in this world
Was the thing that he upheld
Russell left the ground for the last time
And he was given a standing ovation so fine
And as Timmy Ginever said in the end
Our Number Seven’s gone to Heaven.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Roll the dice now...
hope for six, not a seven.
Crapped out, snake eyes!
ETERNAL SEVENS
A post...a wandering beagle
how old? I count my fingers
...tapping out eternal sevens
forever ago it seems…
is way too long
...but my heart jolted
upon reading this post…
an old dog found
5/1/2018
Wake up, her magnetism is perpendicular
Concentrate, renunciation isn’t an option
She coveted her beauty to be paramount
It may not lie adjacent, or acute, closed nor open
Yay, Nay, or,
A night, a century, dissolves from her
Shedding a seventh layer
Shedding the eighth
The understanding of such linear artistry proves to be facile
An acquittal, forthcoming
New art, new liberty
The acquittals continue to waltz
Like multiple grooves shaped by the sand
Into apples and cherriesSee More
"Wondrous" this dynamic group,
That concocts their hearty poetic soup,
Then sit, then wait, always polite,
For comments that the others write.
But lofty are artistic goals,
As we bear our hearts and expose our souls,
And catapulted into heaven,
When we receive that cherished rate of "seven".
A "six" is like a pesky "B",
Like the one I got in chemistry,
Then pondered of my studious failing,
My heart and spirit, reeling, ailing.
Hunting sevens each new day,
New techniques, a different way.
Isn't life's adventure such,
We hunt our sevens way too much?
Comfort, silence, laying low,
I type this poem, a gift, although,
Should you love these words I write,
A seven will help me sleep tonight.
Somewhere decorum, somewhere pandemonium
Somewhere parsimony, somewhere bleeding heart
Somewhere love, somewhere hatred
Somewhere revenge, somewhere forgiveness
Somewhere bondage, somewhere liberty
Somewhere eccentricity, somewhere selflessness
Somewhere egoism, somewhere humility
Somewhere complexities, somewhere simplicity
Which ones to permit the soul?
To acclimatise and dominate
Life keeps changing every spur
Discrepancies are inevitable
To be water or a rock?
Will it attain a pool of boundless solitude?
How many wonders of the world have you seen,
they say, the number is seven, but I have never seen.
I know the seven deadly sins of the earth,
am I guilty of any, will they destroy , and hurt?
We know the days of the week number seven,
many things we have, are given in sevens.
I've heard if you are the seventh son, of the seventh son,
then your life will be filled with pleasure, and fun.
Our world has been given the seven seas,
I'm trying to understand this, will you help me?
I've heard of the seventh heaven, the higest by far,
a name given by astrologers, studying the stars.
These are the ones that I know of,
but I know there's more.