Here’s the forbidden gate I open,
The fear abdicates and I shake hands with the demons.
As treacherous as it seems, I even it smoothly,
Dealing the ache with silence is my specialty.
The refusal that my grey days will be bright again,
Is the strongest weapon for the evil….
Quarrelsome lover
Is it safe for me to return to our bed?
Will the tension be a thorn in my back?
Do neither of us have a throat big enough to swallow our pride?
Did you think I'd cave in if I saw you cry?
That your tears would be my kryptonite?
Didn't I warn you against taking advice from your mom?
Has she ever been right?
I still think you're wrong but I cannot stand to sleep apart,
So I'll bring my pillow and humility,
And share a bed with you even if it's just for tonight.
I really hate it when we fight.
A truce was made on that snowy hill
By the Grinch and Santa, I heard from Bill
They decided to get along for a little while
Their terms were torn into bits in a giant pile
They fired their lawyers and got rid of their wives.
We can agree on something, they said, giving high fives.
It took almost a year, but that was okay.
They finally agreed the next Christmas Eve Day.
Explosions tear the midnight sky apart,
Mothers clutch their children , terror in their heart.
Washington thunders, "We own the dark!"
Tehran vows vengeance with a funeral spark.
Blood rains on ancient streets of stone,
Fathers vanish, leaving empty thrones.
Eagles scream while black flags are flown,
Yet both titans tremble when the reaper's blade is shown.
Ceasefire! they bellow through smoke and flame,
Victors' lies mask the widows' endless pain .
"Glory eternal!" both leaders claim.
While orphans whisper broken prayers in vain.
Oil burns black like souls turned to ash,
Markets laugh as the funeral pyres flash.
" Peace in our time!" they trumpet with a flash-
Then sharpen blades for the next blood-soaked clash.
Two empires dance on a graveyard and grand,
Clenched fists raised over a dying land.
They sign the truce with trembling guilty hands,
And tomorrow..... the screams begin again.
Love is a dream
Without truce
To have you and to see you
Sleeping next to me tonight.
The sun is rising
It is a dream
To see you wake up this morning
And to have your breasts in my hands.
I am very elated being with you
What a joy to have you under my roof
From the first day, you have been my choice.
Love, I will carry for you the cross
I'm very happy to be under your weight
From now on, and forever, you will be with me.
P.S. This is a translation of the poem Amour:
C'est Un Rêve by Hebert Logerie.
Copyright © April 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Meet me halfway,
Cross the slough and the mire.
Meet me halfway,
By the strands of barbed wire.
Relinquish our vows
To ravish each other,
And just for the moment,
Be brother to brother.
Meet me halfway,
Cross this killing field.
Meet me halfway,
My arms shall I yield.
Our eyes have both seen,
Such death and such sorrow,
Both of us know,
We may die on the morrow.
Meet me halfway,
In this realm of the dead.
Meet me halfway,
Where the fallen have tread.
Damn with the old guard,
So willing, we die.
Loud and persistent,
We’ve heard the death cry.
Meet me halfway,
Cross the slough and the mire.
Meet me halfway,
By the strands of barbed wire.
Let us share in good will,
Bare our souls, one another.
Meet, not as my foe.
But meet, as my brother.
Meet me halfway,
By the strands of barbed wire.
Meet me halfway,
Let us call a ceasefire.
Let us both discover,
Each other’s worth.
On this sacred night,
Of our Savior’s birth.
Meet me halfway,
As we walk towards the light.
Meet me halfway,
No longer we fight.
No longer the need,
For us to be brave,
Alas, both of us now,
Lie in our grave.
I don’t know how we end up in a war,
become the monsters I see on TV,
but I felt sick and so sad when I saw
how it hurts families and kids like me.
I watched the bombs and homes being lost,
how locals were displaced as refugees,
I don’t care what the big wigs say it costs
as our society must help them flee
from the pain and grief, and provide relief
by making a truce and agree not to fight,
help them recover and return to peace,
to all live together with equal rights.
I was just eight when they began this hate,
it’s still not too late to own their mistake.
truce
fragile;
a ceasefire
unlikely to
hold.
Between trials
Go, live with heart
Gain, loss, all truce.
Are you also truly, undoubtedly, deeply in love with me?
Or is it all purely, shamefully one big ruse?
Are you and I ever going to call upon a truce?
Will the president be in truce?
Shahid Qadri
No. Not the chair, table , the sofa set , the shelves, these do not belong to me
The tree, pond, flowing water only these
Hair, chin, curvature, knees, these are not mine
The yarning of the lover duo, sketched through the manifested silhouettes , gradually
Will the president be in truce of my propositions?
With the graceful poem, the subject , with a poetic hue, will this be an influence on its own
To have a motive, toward the end?
Neither the march past, the cannon ball, nor the military intervention
Only the flower beds
The prime minister, cabinet minister, international helping committee
Only the vowels to rhyme - with or without, belong to mine.
Sun stuns through pines
Spun beams shine ‘round
Rhymes of found peace
An uneasy truce hovers in the air
combatants tense, no soldier dares
to catch a minute's sleep
the price of that, far too steep
Minutes pass, they feel like hours
searchlights flare o'er watchtowers
The truce so far's held half a night
soldiers curse to mask their fright...
Time which once was is now gone
Seconds ticking on and on
Time just keeps on passing by
It stops not to cheer or cry
Time, we've no control o'er it
It's got no patience to sit
Time, we must make the best use
Only way to make a truce
05.26.2021
talked a lot of trash
up and coming ogden nash
hit on Broadway big smash
rode in a cute coach
which is where she lost her broach
eaten by big roach
what we did deduce
did want to declare a truce
instead hung in a noose
we have God to blame
In God's eyes we are the same
saved us from sin and shame
from God we were made
there in cradle Son had laid
in water would wade
what we did realize
Jesus John Baptist did baptize
beneath pale and blue skies
Mary was Holy
Jesus was God's one and only
Prayed to them when lonely
As a last resort
God did give me much support
my sins out did sort
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2021
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