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Juju Member Elite
since 2003-12-29
Posts 3429In your dreams 
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Coalesce Ghosts follow the mad With loud screams and cries Their hands flay to heaven Say naught yet of our heroes Beowulf and his dragon Of who are men and monsters The thunder of the drum beat Shakes fallen tears left behind A burning terror of war The lonely victory A longing Coalescence Juju -Juju -"So you found a girl Who thinks really deep thoughts What's so amazing about really deep thoughts " Silent all these Years, Tori Amos [This message has been edited by Juju (03-08-2012 10:58 AM).] |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
And maybe it will be that very coalescing factor that will finally do us all in. But when hasn’t it been that way? It seems we have the need. Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself. |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
. Good Juju John PS: Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Shovel them under and let me work-- I am the grass; I cover all. And pile them high at Gettysburg And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun. Shovel them under and let me work. Two years, ten years, and the passengers ask the conductor: What place is this? Where are we now? I am the grass. Let me work. Carl Sandburg ......................... Strange Meeting It seemed that out of battle I escaped Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped Through granites which titanic wars had groined. Yet also there encumbered sleepers groaned, Too fast in thought or death to be bestirred. Then ,as I probed them, one sprang up, and stared With piteous recognition in fixed eyes, Lifting distressful hands, as if to bless. And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall, - By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell. With a thousand pains that vision's face was grained; Yet no blood reached there from the upper ground, And no guns thumped, or down the flues made moan. 'Strange friend,' I said, 'here is no cause to mourn.' 'None,' said that other, 'save the undone years, The hopelessness. Whatever hope is yours, Was my life also; I went hunting wild After the wildest beauty in the world, Which lies not calm in eyes, or braided hair, But mocks the steady running of the hour, And if it grieves, grieves richlier than here. For by my glee might many men have laughed, And of my weeping something had been left, Which must die now. I mean the truth untold, The pity of war, the pity war distilled. Now men will go content with what we spoiled, Or, discontent, boil bloody, and be spilled. They will be swift with swiftness of the tigress. None will break ranks, though nations trek from progress. Courage was mine, and I had mystery, Wisdom was mine, and I had mastery: To miss the march of this retreating world Into vain citadels that are not walled. Then, when much blood had clogged their chariot-wheels, I would go up and wash them from sweet wells, Even with truths that lie too deep for taint. I would have poured my spirit without stint But not through wounds; not on the cess of war. Foreheads of men have bled where no wounds were. I am the enemy you killed, my friend. I knew you in this dark: for so you frowned Yesterday through me as you jabbed and killed. I parried; but my hands were loath and cold. Let us sleep now...' Wilfred Owen . |
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Juju Member Elite
since 2003-12-29
Posts 3429In your dreams |
Those are good poems John. I like them a lot. |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
loved the rich poem and the comments that go with, very interesting and nice, yann |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Juju I first have to say how much I like this poem.. It is well arranged in form, rythm and delivery of topic. Excellent poetry. Johns posting of two very closely related poems adds to it, and does not take away. What they do is show off your skills of theme compacting. Long lines, and long story poems, of course are acceptable. Like when *Sassoon said: **"...the past is just the same--and War's a bloody game... Have you forgotten yet?... Look down, and swear by the slain of the War that you'll never forget" Juju says: "The lonely victory A longing Coalescence" I get the same meaning from your short lines, as I do from Siegfrieds. *Siegfried Sassoon (1886-1967) ** from "Aftermath" 1920 I have to say again, your poem is excellent.
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice...James |
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Juju Member Elite
since 2003-12-29
Posts 3429In your dreams |
Thank you every one for your replies. Ice- I am glad you enjoyed my poem. I do also believe that Johns poems work well with mine. It makes me want to do some more reading. (I haven't done much lately.) Juju -Juju |
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