time comes to say good-bye
long hugs and kisses
muffled by tears
a time of sorrow,
mixed emotions soaring
long overdue apologies,
truces ad compromises
Categories:
truces, farewell,
Form: Haiku
How Awful with Trump
How Awful with Trump we were affiliated;
What happened we had been humiliated;
Making excuses;
Breaking truces;
In an uncomfortable position are situated.
Jim Horn
Categories:
truces, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
A lovely flower dowsed upon the lethargic rocks
Gruesome idiocy lead to the battlefield of soldiers
Cynical viewpoints closed like a lock
Peace crushed in between the burdened boulders
Fickle truces built upon greed
Fighting oneself is our demise
It's usually about what you and your family need
How sorrow does arise
To whom are we really fighting
If we are only fighting our own
Rage stricken lightening
Many go without a home
Why begin an age long war it it defeats its purpose
Instead of killing each otherwhy not protect instead of being so hopeless.
Categories:
truces, angst, environment, grief, international,
Form: I do not know?
That twinkling on the horizon ain’t no
star just another Russian fighter closing
to lay its clutch of cluster bombs
or a missile cruising in.
Winter’s solstice approaches, the rocket's
flare fizzles and only darkness remains.
Come morning, no flag will fly
in this city of ruins.
When you bomb rubble, you get only
smaller rubble, a few more dead
bodies and the unlucky ones
who ain’t dead.
More than five years caught between forces,
as leaders and faiths strike hollow truces
then bomb their own, leaving only
helpless rage and anger.
My only Christmas wish is to be
anywhere other than Aleppo.
Categories:
truces, winter,
Form: Free verse
Crisp…Crisp the night!
‘Pon cheeks as white as snow
Crazy quilt of rimed patterns
Limned upon the window
Soft…soft the lacy flakes!
Each one unique and new
Blanket o’er land and lakes
Winter’s take on dew
Games…games of Fox and Hound!
Pristine drifts of frosting
Turned into frigid battlegrounds with
Brief truces for time defrosting
Steam…cottony steam!
Wool mittens too near the flame
Cold stiff fingers, white as cream
Toes frozen from the game
Quiet…Winter quiet! (shhhh)
Sounds muffled by the fluff
Of snow so deep not e’en a peep
Can struggle up through the stuff
Smoke…writhing smoke!
Reaching for the sky
Chimneys breathing, tendrils weaving
Rising with a sigh
Winter…cold, cold hard winter!
Makes Summer wishes come to light
Til icicles fall, shatter and splinter
…Tis crisp…crisp the night!!!…
Categories:
truces, snow, winter,
Form: Ode
Choices Do a Fine Journey Make
Living the journey to knowing.
Delivering wonderful news.
A voyage to understanding—
Truths passing through minds’ defuse.
Never forced, always free to pick.
Joy or sorrow by choice accrues.
Wisdom and charity loves quick.
Insights soon make hatreds diffuse.
Together…living…learning tour.
Amid friends, loves, cares, and shared days.
Preparing for eternity.
By practicing heavenly ways.
Life's expedition of choices—
The path to wisdom, a great trip,
Expediently making truces.
Should kindnesses ever slip.
Joyfully searching thoughts and facts.
Mesmerized by theories mistakes.
All mysteries riding their track
There searching does my journey make.
© withheld for contest
March 27, 2010
Poetic form: Quatrain
Categories:
truces, lifejourney,
Form: Quatrain
lifes a little joke but im not laughing
helpless to the things happening
wanting to grow and learn to laugh again
to heal old scars and avoid new bruises
to make new friends and honor old truces
scared to move yet must move on
all lifes story one long sad song
pick up the tempo sad wont work
im sick of depression sick of hurt
sick of pain and being double crossed
sick of striving for my memories lost
nothings for real unless you see it
words useless unless you mean it
sat for so long writing sad poems
scared of who sees or knows them
so happy for everything but not content
wishing to take back messages sent
a lonely kid 18 years young
struggling against the rope he hung
i am the shaken and the distraught
i am rebellious against all things taught
i am loud in silence and quiet on the podium
i am an unbeliever unless i see or hold them
i am the pun to every sad joke
i am wealthy yet emotionally broke
i need an anchor before im lost
i need a faith a book or cross
i need something i cannot find
something held thats only mine
Categories:
truces, angst, confusion, faith, loss,
Form: I do not know?