The War
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We need a pair of wings
to soar in the luminous skies
and a pair of legs
to walk on the verdant terrain,
then why do you furnish arms
offering dread, agony & harsh restraint,
Who demands blood,
a hardened heart and unyielding soul ?
We require esteemed brotherhood
to guarantee our unity,
tranquil existence
and essential civility for our dignity,
then why do you impart ire,
impart brutality, turbulence & savagery,
who likes a bleak & desolate earth,
a barren land and a moonless dark night.
You may need a slendid palace,
a world of selfish kingdom,
and an ocean of fabricated tales to wage war,
But we merely need a small pond
to swim across, a leafy tree for making nest,
and a pot to cook our bread & butter;
when you will be trying to make your crown
after melting our future,
it is sure you will be no where.
Life is an entralling story
not an engineered pun,
history says,
those who traded other‘s blood in litre
their poison blood drained out in ton.
You should know who you are
There is no need to wage war
Against yourself or anybody
You are yourself; you're somebody
Do not let anybody knock you down
Look in the mirror, there's a crown
On the tiptop of your forehead
As long you're alive, not dead
Nobody is more or less than you
Nobody is more superior to you
What I am telling you is very true
You are perfect. The sky is blue
To make all of us more attractive
More humane, normal and active
You know who you are, enjoy the ride
Brothers and sisters, God is on your side.
Copyright © June 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
"Ravaged by Ravenous Rapture"
Beneath the cold, unblinking gaze of Luna's silver light,
A lovers' tryst unfolds in shadows of the night..."
What will the nights gaze bestow us tonight as eyes wide open,
"What mysteries lie veiled in darkness profound?
What whispered secrets on zephyrs' breath carried?
Two hearts aflame with passions newly crowned,
Bound by fate's cruel whims, by Cupid's arrow scarred."
Shall this fate not be hearts tore and lay wake with pain
A love forged in the fires of forbidden fruit,
Must reap the bitter harvest of its sin.
Yet still, like moths to flame, we pursue our suit,
Drawn inexplicably to that dangerous brink again."
Thus my eyes lie to my heart
"A siren call echoes from realms unseen,
Beckoning to shores where dreams take wing.
Yet duty-bound to paths already gleaned,
He wars within, as angels wage war with sting."
But lo! A revelation pierces the shroud!
Fantasy and Fate are one, entwined eternally!
Each path chosen leads to the same avowed
Destination: Love, absolute, decree'd by destiny!"
Save me from myself
From the darkness within
The demons that haunt me
And the pain I feel so deeply
I long for peace and serenity
But my mind is a battlefield
Where anxiety and fear wage war
Leaving me wounded and broken
I seek refuge in distraction
In temporary escapes from reality
But they only offer fleeting solace
Before the turmoil returns once more
Save me from this cycle of despair
Help me find the light within
To guide me out of this darkness
And heal my weary soul
Let love be my salvation
And kindness my compass
Lead me to a place of healing
Where I can finally be free
Save me from myself
And show me a way forward
Towards a brighter tomorrow
Where hope shines eternal.
Right now I’ve still got all this fight in me,
even as I wage war with bulletproof;
I’m ready sucker punch for the knockout;
Enemies try but just fall short daily,
hardwired sarcasm explodes with a poof;
This was never an exhibition bout.
What lies deep within will not diminish,
I wish this inner conflict would ease ooph!
I’d gladly laugh and let go of this shout,
but I can’t seem to cross the line finish
the route.
He never found love,
You found he.
He didn’t know how to find you again…
But he found why you left.
You reached out from the void,
Showed him compassion,
But he broke your hand,
Now it’s just black again.
He stood alone in the fog,
Could still smell your embrace,
The blood has washed off,
But your heart is still bleeding.
You never needed he to be happy,
I need you…
Your colours dimmed
But never went dull
The lights in your eyes faded in tone
But never were extinguished
From the out
Is to see in
A new angle in which to see
The dark musings he played on you
A monster
A poison
A fool
Now a lost scripture
A dirty reminder
To where a man would stand
If thee were to wage war
With loves mere hands
It’s too dark here
To read the markings on his skin
So instead I will wither
Never to be known, again.
Those who wage war
In search for peace
Are the leaders
They are not
In the battlefield
Warriors are pawns
For lunatic king
To gain power
And accessibility
Those who has more
Ammunition has
A chance to win
The leader who wage
War actually don't want peace
Instead, to them are just
Whims and caprices
Fence ego and lavish pride.
Westward wanderlust,
Wagon waltzes with Winter wine,
White watercolor walleye, windy-wallop.
Wading where wafers wage war,
Where warmth wanes without warning.
Wary whispers; weather will weather, whatnot.
Relax you say, perhaps easier said than done
Time to let down your hair and go out and have some fun
Stress and tension team up to wage war on all of us
This dynamic duo is not happy unless they create a big fuss
They attack our positive emotions in such a profound and negative way
We can't allow these villains of mayhem to control our days
It is time to stop them in their tracks by fighting back
Take a holiday to an exotic beach and have some fun
They seem powerless against the pristine waters and the gorgeous sun
Go out for a walk breath the nice air, and think only happy vibes
In the end, it is up to us to banish these negative emotions for evermore
We have the means, we just need the desire to boot them out the door
THE WORD vs THE WORLD
Wise words wield weapons versus woeful worldly woes.
Wondrous words wage war against woeful worlds
Wielding wisdom, wit, and worthy worth.
Words weave witty wisdom, warding-off worldly oath.4
While worldly woes wage war, woefully weak,
Words, wise & witty, win wars even in one week,
Wounding woeful worlds with wondrous might.
Wonder-working words wards off world's dark light.8
Words, the worthy weapon, wielded with great care
Will wage war against the woeful, wicked sphere.
Wise wonderful words work wonders here & there,
Waring with the woeful, wicked world's leer.¹²
Words, the worthy warriors, win the war
Waging peace & wearing wisdom with much flair.
Words, the wonderful wand, still work wonders here,
Winning worlds with wonder, beyond compare.¹6
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Alliteration/Rhymes
Copyright ©?11th May, 2024.
Writing a poem a day keeps the stress away
Do not give up on your destiny
Just unpack all your thoughts on a sheet of paper!
History has taught us that all generations wage war with a pen
Just let your thoughts explode in a word that defines history!
Learn the code because writing poetry is a great healer!
A poem a day helps to keep the stress away and
A word of passion heals the soul!
Often we can be caught in a mess
But by writing a poem you might soon discover that
Exposing a word is the best treatment towards pain
Write a poem and
You will never be the same again
Face your test
Never forget the quest within your life
Because the test is the reason for living at
The right time in the right season
Writing a poem a day keeps the stress away
Mark Frank
Copyright 2024
I choose to abide by Christ's holy law -
Resolve born in faith that His way is true.
A pact between mind and soul - what's the flaw?
If I know it's right, then I'm bound for you!
But I look in the mirrored depths within,
and shudder at the sultan that I see.
Silk-wrapped beast with a taste for ev'ry sin:
pride, indolence, and lust subverting me.
Strong and swift, though dulled by laze and liquor,
the sultan has staked out his claim inside.
I siege his proud palace - he is quicker -
but from God's holy iron, he cannot hide.
For you, my king, I wage war with myself.
The sultan shall fall, clutching his wicked wealth.
25 August 2023
"As-salamu-alaikum,"
That is Arabic
for "Peace be upon you."
Like most beauty pageants,
I long for world peace, too.
I want no trouble; I wish you
Nothing but peace.
I sure hope you know
The kind I mean...
What? Do I want a piece of you?
Come on now, don't be silly.
Drop those dukes, my guy.
I am a peaceful man.
A lover, not a fighter.
Don't go grab a piece either!
No sir, I want no shootouts!
I'd rather live in peace and harmony.
I'm no bird-flipper; that's not my style.
I'd rather flash
Peace signs to you.
I prefer a firm handshake.
Over throwing and parrying hooks
Do not wage war with me.
I want no beef with you.
I've consumed more than my share.
Instead, can we at least try
Being vegetarians?
If you extend your hand
Right or left, I'd shake it
And wish you a nice life.
If humans must wage war,
let it be upon our own evils.
Let there be genocide on
violence and divisiveness,
malice and indifference,
prejudice and inequity,
foolishness and falsehoods.
If humans must make weapons,
let us weaponize goodness,
arm ourselves with love,
beat peace into plowshares,
and (nearly) kill with kindness.
Such are the wonder weapons
we humans of the world want.
Thunderous fighter birds,
loud torrential explosives,
blood thirsty Kalashnikovs,
monstrous and destructive tanks,
bloodshed by the river banks,
numerous catacombs interred,
dismembered bodies
on landscapes littered.
Vengeful hearts embittered,
countless tragedies,
misery corrodes like corrosives,
lawlessness without caution,
insanity without option,
hell is incessantly let loose,
for safety you may never choose.
Men of beastly testosterone
on vulnerable women predate.
Bastards are pervasively birthed;
the seed of hate and discord is sown.
Each course is decided by fate,
essentials are ravaged by dearth,
refugees to distant lands take flight,
as they hope that peace will be in sight.
Oh that men will cease to wage war!
Oh that men will peace adore!
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