Poets Against the War

[Blue Dolphin]

Re: Eventually

poetry will appear here.

Democracy deceived
perfidious perceived

innocents abroad caressing carpet bomb
catch the cruising missile
fore it kills your wife and son
kiss the night
clasp the scream
when whispered death descend
another lost statistic
in bloody Bush revenge

 

[WickedEve]

Battles In Our Backyards

On the lawn we sit
in awe of fire in the sky.
Children complain of scorched earth,
"Momma, where's the green grass?"

Turn back the clock one moment
and we are home
behind thin walls that shield us
only from the view.

And now we are the dead
simply watching the show.

__________

This poem isn't to necessarily say that I'm against this war or for it. I always pray that another solution can be found but that's not always an option.
I do think about the Iraqi civilians and try to imagine what it must be like to actually live with war.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

Battles In Our Backyards

On the lawn we sit
in awe of fire in the sky.
Children complain of scorched earth,
"Momma, where's the green grass?"

Turn back the clock one moment
and we are home
behind thin walls that shield us
only from the view.

And now we are the dead
simply watching the show.

__________

This poem isn't to necessarily say that I'm against this war or for it. I always pray that another solution can be found but that's not always an option.
I do think about the Iraqi civilians and try to imagine what it must be like to actually live with war.

Excellent work Eve.
Although I am against the war my friends, I do support our troops, and pray for their safe return.
Every single one of them.

 

[Rybka]

War Poem

Battles In Our Backyards

This poem isn't to necessarily say that I'm against this war or for it. I always pray that another solution can be found but that's not always an option.
I do think about the Iraqi civilians and try to imagine what it must be like to actually live with war.

I wish we (and they) had not painted ourselves into the corner that the world is now in. But having said that, I am an American, and support our troops and the decisions of our elected leaders. (Would that it could have been different.)
This should be posted tomorrow with some almost appropriate spacings. (Even S.J.'s spacing trick is not "all-powerful".)
Here are the words anyway:

Rapture of Mars

When Venus didn't keep on
trying to return
often tired
i stopped looking
the cause
one of regret

A single hound now stalks
in the direction
of the dangling innuendo
combining for mimicry
my troubles
my body bent
and sleep
state altered

The message had you
a dance complete
a forest
frightening in the mind
is
the joke that the trail
is not straight
nor sprung from its own
by right
barstool of a drunken god


Venus didn't keep you awake
to tag the first man out
With lips upon young summer boys
yet
it stills the summer of me
with the tears of knowing
the velocity of totality
hail
and the bleaching bones

Continue on
for you
and
in an another land
i
may touch the very spheres

When will we meet
you and i
after the pratfall of death
and kissed
by the final rapture of Mars

?

If you are interested, check Sunday's postings for an approximately correct version of this poem.

Regards,                       Rybka

 

[Angeline]

Here's one

that has been in my head today.

I had to take my son to the emergency room (he's fine now). I drove there, we went in, he was seen and helped. It was clean, the nurses were friendly, and he was made comfortable. When we were driving home, I thought of all this and I thought of Iraqi children his age and younger.

It doesn't matter what your politics are or what you think is the right thing to do--those children are terrified and in danger. If a child in Bhagdad had the same crisis my son did today, could she get help? That thought made me cry, thinking of little kids scared or sick and trapped in a war zone. And yes, I know there are scared sick kids everywhere and for so many reasons, but that thought doesn't make it better.

And it seemed to me as if this song were a soundtrack--at least for these thoughts I had today.

Turn, Turn, Turn

To every thing, turn, turn, turn
There is a season, turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep

To everything, turn, turn, turn
There is a season, turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together

To everything, turn, turn, turn
There is a season, turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracing

To everything, turn, turn, turn
There is a season, turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time for love, a time for hate
A time for peace, I swear it's not too late

Words adapted from the Book of Ecclesiastes by Pete Seeger
and performed by The Byrds, 1963

 

[RisiaSkye]

I spent last weekend traversing the deserts of the Southwest, twice. Many hours, with nothing but desert sands, barbed wire, and men with guns for company.

For what it's worth, here's my contribution on the subject of the war: American Autobiography

Be well.

RS

 

[Lauren Hynde]

I was just discussing your poem with Angeline 5 minutes ago. It's one of the best poems I've read in a long time.

 

[RisiaSkye]

Thank you, Lauren. Quite a compliment, given the source. It's appreciated.

 

[Angeline]

The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin'.
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'.

~Bob Dylan

Pray for peace.

 

[Zhuk]

Liberation war (liberate them from their wretched lives)

Well done! The saviours of world and its freedom

night is lit
day is dark
freedom on march

night is gone
day is past
freedom at last

 

[Zhuk]

Liberation war

before it cools
a smouldering hole
is bombed again

disguised as embers
the enemy hid
in the smoking ash

 

[Zhuk]

Liberation war

thirsty child -
the ruptured oil pipe
causes a flood

rich sand
unable to soak
the extra blood

 

[Zhuk]

Liberation war

to save the world
for every life
they drop a bomb

sticky stains
wont wash away
for years to come


* Remember my words *