Short Wartime Poems

bells silent wartime...
people wait to hear them peel
announcing peace reigns


Penned July 25th 2015...

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Exception defines nothing
In wartime, is it not?

It is only the softer sound
Of a poem
The laughter of children...
Stories of old aged buddies...

A Deviating sound
From the norm....

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Every time you think your being good
You think you've done well 
Every time you think forgivness is at hand 
You go and do something 
That intentially unintentially
Demotes every effort to make things right 

Keep airing your Dirty laundry...

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the bike old and rusty now,
ridden with haste nightly
to warn people of danger, by
wartime air raid warden
the bike old and rusty now


Vision No 6  The Bike was used by
Seren Roberts on August 3rd 2015
Contest by Nette Onclaud – A prized Refrain...

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colors of sunset
                                   bathe our bodies as we kiss
                                         on tropical shores
                                     lover's paradise fleeting
                                my tears stain his wartime grave 





Written on 3/2/2015...

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I feel at one with sweethearts
Through the years,
With the wartime lovers
Who went overseas,
All the shattered hearts,
All the rivers of tears,
I feel them all.

Verses of love,
Lovers who must part,
Portraits of love
worn so very close to the heart,
All the lovers lost,
Loves that never even start,
I feel them all....

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I feel at one with sweethearts
Through the years,
With the wartime lovers
Who went overseas,
All the shattered hearts,
All the rivers of tears,
I feel them all.

Verses of love,
Lovers who must part,
Portraits of love
Worn so very close to the heart,
All the lovers lost,
Loves that never even start,
I feel them all....

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It is the time for  war,
The world shakes as the lion roar,
I can imagine what it must be like,
When you look around and see your friends die,
There will be no time to feel bad,
No time to feel sad,
You struggle to survive,
You run for your life,
Without looking back,
cos now the back has become the past.
We don't need war,
Peace and harmony we need more....

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When doves faltered

   and babies cried,

hence blood was shed 

   in the name of the Father,

as every mother's bosom

  was purged of her child

grown to a man, only to die

  defending his brother's religion,

whilst no human was spared the

    wrath of wartime communion amid 

    contradictions of holy water's delusions


submitted for CONTEST NO 220 any form...

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Deep down in my heart,
I had seen from the start,
That you were bad for me but...
I could not resist your symphony.
Everything happend for a  reason.
But now it is time to start a new season.
From spring to summer to fall to winter.
i can not wait to earn that new splinter
Of hate,regret and depression
Now that i have learned my lesson
It is not time for him to move on to a different person....

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Time keeps marching on second by second flows

Minute by minute the sand just goes

Daytime, lunch, peace, or wartime

Springtime, sublime time

Time trickles

Time 

Like nickles

Slips through overtime

Soon it reaches wintertime

Where the time went only God now knows

Time keeps marching on second by second flows  


nickel, American coin worth 5 cents...

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For infinity the bright white crosses,
In the tidy rows lay in peace the dead;
So unlike the bloody wartime horrors,
The unknown are full of the unsaid.
    The army boy,
    Mom's pride and joy;
    Air Force and Navy,
        Sad deaths untimely.
Sad, the crosses reflected in my eyes.

______________________________
July 14, 2015


Verse

For the contest, Crosses In Your Eyes

Honorable Mention...

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I stand on the rail of the ferry looking back
through the rain and wind and time.
I imagine the battle between Spitfire and Messerschmitt
at wave top height.
Who will bring their guns to bear first?
In the tight turns the Spitfire is king
but the 109 climbs so much faster.
Only God would know who is the winner
as both planes fall wounded to the sea.
Who will remember the wartime duel 60years ago?
I’m jerked back to reality as rain runs down my neck....

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A beautiful dandelion. 
Dancing with the wind, flying high
Sky was your recreation
As you perish to the limitless. 
Nothing blew you away like life did. 

And so you wilted. 
Subdued too easy
Carried into non-existence
Strucked you like in the wartime. 
All you are now is nothing but ferment to the soil. 

A beautiful dandelion. 
The vulnerable beauty. 
That white calm of tingle to the soul. 
A present aide memoire
A now sad adaptation of tomorrows interim of gloom....

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