zelensky says that elections will come.'
Yet not till after Jesus, has finished the
Home run.'
Ukrainian Cemeteries
David J Walker
Strange are the faces of
The new Ukraine
Stranger still Mother Russian sons
Leaves of Lilies
And dipodies
Scattered on grounds of repatriation
Peace be unto your
Brothers in death
A price purchased
With a final breath
As unknown boots
Above the ground
Unfurl the flags of
Silent sound
To claim what’s lost
An loose what’s found
In the subtle slopes
of the Ukraine
Don't eat the bear
and the bear won't eat you
Don't stomp on flowers
Don't spit on the dew
If you are a bad person
your life will worsen
But if you are good
then there's no need for cursin'
Yoi yoi la la la la yoi yoi la.
the dawn brought an eerie silence and scenes of total devastation
Written on 29th May 2022.
To hunt with a full stomach
To bite into the neck of the smaller
Without hunger
Fangs clamped to the back of her neck
Her face
Devoured crumpled paper
Spit up
Re-smoothed to creases
Eyes nose mouth map
Her splintered village
Smoldering
Over her shoulder
Shreds of scarves blouses skirts
Blown to the astonished charred limbs
Of her bare front yard tree
As if the widow should believe
The willow was filled with colorful songbirds
She is lifted by Ukrainian neighbors
To an evacuation bus
The stare in her eyes
To you camera Master
That of a lame animal
About to be put down
She has but two items
After a century
The wheelchair she was locked in
And the orange and white cat
That sat in her lap
Meowing
To the crowd
With a name that escapes us all.
We watch from afar. We wring our hands
seeing the treachery of our governments
who do nothing, as if it is 1941 again.
UKRAINIAN SPRING
yellow sun blue sky
burning sulfur and flint ash
corpses springing up
4/7/2022
I fight, I live, I die, therefore I am!
My thoughts, my thoughts,
You give me strength.
The winds of war had scattered
my soul, until I read these lines
in a sad column, just specks of truth.
My misfortune blown away
with the cogito, in our Ukraine
orphaned children have stories to
pass on to the next generation, of
a heroic nation under fire and mothers
sending their kids to the front
with tender words and affection.
I fight, therefore I am -- a proud son, daughter, a Ukrainian resistance
with candid air of freedom in my clenched fist.
My thoughts, my beliefs strong like a rock
carry me to being here and now, present in history,
absent in defeat.
warrior Lion stands proud
snow tanks grip winter wasteland
frozen hearts cry peace
March 16, 2022
https://allpoetry.com/topic/show/269023028-Sonnet%201.%D0%A1%D0%BE%D0%BD%D0%B5%D1%82%201.
Ukrainian Human Demise
Infants should not have to die on airlines
Parents should not have to cry
Aeroflot should be stopped from landing in our country
For a start
It’s all about the money
Hurt the Putin’s and friends in their pockets
Leave us time to mourn for our lost ones
But forceful to stop this humanity decline
What are we as humans
If we don’t respond
All nations need to carve out a path to gather up our dead
All armies should respond
Bring back our 298 loved ones to bury them with respect and honor
If not…. What are we but complacent, complicit in this crime
7/22/14 Make Me Cry contest
say no
say no to war
how pity it is
to see young innocent children
innocent of the evils of this world
crying for their dead mothers and fathers
with no promise to the future
for religious and political
falsehood causing disaster
the poor always has to fight
in other to see the sunlight
but the optimum principle
is to do right
for life has turn to war
no that guns are sore
and words are pure
for that am sure
but who cares
love they abhor
materialism they adore
prevention they say
is better than cure
so say no
say no to war
like told before
a godly tree provides a good shelter
and it fruits satisfies hunger
why not live in peace and harmony
so that we all will be
free and happy
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