KJV: Isaiah 2:4, " ... they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruninghooks:" ... by Isaiah son of Amoz re last days of Judah & Jerusalem
Insomuch, the northern rains be as brief,
and the winds tear the southern plains relief,
sobeit, that the realm is the victim,
and the seas rise as victor; its dictum,
praise be not the state claim of righteous earned,
challenge naught by singularity spurned,
howbeit, by a greater force yon ours,
deliver its wrath on the land it scars,
then sheath the swords of heartless warriors,
in their mildness find besprent carriers,
and restore the misty dew dawn's embrace,
while tethering the plains a moistures grace,
and hail the dutious guards their former posts,
and the forces that be, as the realms host's.
Categories:
sobeit, appreciation,
Form: Sonnet
We're mastering this technology stuff pretty well
So the next big hurdle we humans should strive for
Is a permanent peace throughout the world
Sounds like a silly unattainable dream doesn't it
But it sure would be nice to think it's even possible
Hopefully this old guy is on the right track
And eventually the secret ingredient will be discovered
The secret ingredient is love, sweet love!
Yes, it's been here right in front of us all this time
Why have we been so blind
If we're busy making love
There'll be no time left for waging war
Nothing left but this amazing sweet emotion
Some have called me a dreamer
Sobeit but at least I still have hope
That before I reach the great hereafter
This old world will have finally figured out the secret
It's been staring us in the face for many centuries
Live and let live, love and be loved
© Jack Ellison 2014
Categories:
sobeit, love, , sweet love,
Form: Narrative