Poetry

I probably am dreaming. I dreamt that I was sitting at pc at 0014 hrs and typing on keyboard. I woke up and I was!!

Ray. 

Yes, what a fiendishly clever idea.

I hope a political statement is not inapprpriate within such a beautiful forum.  I present the following poem to highlight the dark side of human nature.

Futility of War

Amid the rubble and flames of orange and red,

And smoke and choking smell of those that bled

To death beneath the crushed and crumbling stones -

In streets littered with torn flesh and splintered bones

A woman bemoans in foreign tongue

The loss of her daughter and her only son

Her piercing cry split the acrid air

As the woman vented her despair

Her jilbab, which announced her creed

Hid the rent flesh as bullets made her bleed

Her husband's body lay slumped in the gutter

"My family is dead", is all he could utter

Before he gave of his last breath

What Evil brought to his land, misery and death?

Clasped her hands as she shed her tears

Her infant son lay half-buried beneath the stone

With bleeding fingers she dug alone

As newsreel cameras captured the sight

Of the frantic woman's desperate plight -

Beamed onto screens across the seas

Who could answer the woman's pleas?

She knew her efforts would be in vain...

No one could feel the mother's pain

At the untimely loss of the fruits of her womb

Discarded – her child now in an ugly tomb.

Exhausted, futile, she lay upon the rubble-

What Evil brought to her land misery and trouble?

Has the right to abuse his elected power

And send his soldiers to a distant land

Of burning sun and scorching sand

To leave behind their loving kin

And fight a war no one can win?

Who would be the next to die -?

Surely, there must be one who can try

To put an end to the hideousness of war

That sickens ordinary folk to the core,

And put aside his selfish vanity

And bring peace to all humanity.

Is it just too much to ask -

Or is war for them the easier task?

 Two further styles of poetry

Emotions (Senryu)




Anger lives within
Forgive and you will find peace
Love solves all problems

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Inspiration (Acrostic)




Inspiration is all one needs
No effort succeeds without it
Some write with little thought
Prepared to copy others deeds
In every action that we take
Reading poetry – making notes
All result in giving thoughts
To every detail for perfection’s sake
If your desire is to sequent
Open your mind to every source
Naught is achieved by sitting still

Hi Harry,

I am not able to find a reference to a Sywell Hall, but could it have been Lamport Hall you are talking about. This historic home is about four miles from the village of Sywell and may have historic connections with Marie Stuart.

Regards,

Ray 

Hello Harry,

I'm not into poetry much, but Iv'e just read your poem Futility of War.  It's so sad, but so true as well.  It makes you sit back and think what a mad, sad, world we live in at times.  I could go on but I won't.

Welcome from me anyways, and I will coming back to this thread, I might just change my mind about poetry.

Karen