Open Poetry #6 |
Blinded By Battle...........an old repost |
hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Blinded By Battle Into the night their weapons fired; and the Night grew into day The soldiers marched into the battle Heads held high, Elite, were they Countries challenged other countries Oceans crossed, the lands destroyed United, soldiers marched in battle Naval ships and jets employed Tens of thousands would be heroes Raged against their fellow man Young or old, it made no difference Over countless hills they ran Fearless in their quest for victory They stood tall and took their aim Hit and felled intended targets Ever strong the soldiers came Blinded in the rage of battle Loosing not, to claim defeat Into war, they carried onward Nameless faces on the street Donned with guns and bullets many Officers to guide their way Never fearing, they moved onward Lighting darkest night to day Years of careful preparation and The best of weaponry Half the world enjoined together Engaged in battle to be free Only one can be the victor Now the final hour’s here Each man stands against the other Each refuses to show fear Yielding never, they continue Endless gunshots fill the air Dying soldiers fall beside them Masks of death, their comrades wear Every man no longer thinking Numb and blind beyond compare “All or nothing!” scream their leaders Resounding shouts, “the victory’s near!” Early morning light arises Killed and wounded lie in wait In the final stage of battle No one recognized their fate Guns once roaring, now are silent ~and with the rising of the sun Screams of pain have all grown quiet ~a war was fought, but no one won < !signature--> The poet's job is to put into words those feelings we all have that are so deep, so important, and yet so difficult to name, to tell the truth in such a beautiful way that people cannot live without it. ~Jane Kenyon [This message has been edited by hoot_owl_rn (edited 03-10-2000).] |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Excellent acrostic, Ruth. Excellent poem too! Denise |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Thanks Denise...it was a fun one to do because of the length of it [This message has been edited by hoot_owl_rn (edited 03-10-2000).] |
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Poet deVine
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since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Whew! Good job..I'll only do acrostics if they are short! And you kept the poem going too...good one, Ruth. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Wonderful acrostic, story and poem. |
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First__Knight Senior Member
since 1999-11-08
Posts 678 |
Another series of words brought to life in your Talent. There are two kinds of pedestrians...the quick and the dead. Drive it like you stole it. |
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Ixtab Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 105MEXICAlpan de las tunas |
Such a powerfull subject, and beautifully arranged too. I admire your talent; keep it up |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Thanks PDV...call me crazy I guess, I enjoyed it Thanks Martie, David and Ixtab |
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First__Knight Senior Member
since 1999-11-08
Posts 678 |
Are you around cause my Email from Yahoo to home is real slow and I wanted to talk to you..... |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Wonderful, Ruth~ I love acrostics and this is so well done. I found it deep with message. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
The poem, without the acrostic, would stand on its own excellent legs....with it, it is spectacular. Nice job indeed |
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WhtDove Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-22
Posts 9245Illinois |
BRAVO Ruth!! |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Ruth , this is an excellent Acrostic. Very Well Done. enjoyed it much... the last line rings true.... A war was fought , but no one won. What comes from the heart goes to the heart. Samuel Coleridge |
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