Open Poetry #33 |
A Trumpet's Sound |
Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
As heated oils and blood did stain one’s breath. a kingdom struggled to remain in place. Built by hands of those who toiled till death and stalked the dreaded reaper’s dark cold face. Their bloods ran pure and true for liberty from the heights of stone to the ocean nigh. Arrows flew their deadly arch silently and trumpets dampened wailful warriors cries. Were not for those whose hands did lay the stone upon the ground where once another stood A strange new Lord might stand, yet be alone For this was home to gallant men who could. They rode the night to fight the hated foe who stood the mound above the raging sea. Their horses spurred and whipped till blood did flow as riders rode a trail to destiny. And when the battle ceased beneath dark skies and thousands fell upon the hallowed ground. So many lay with haunting open eyes to never hear again a trumpet’s sound. [This message has been edited by Magnus (08-18-2004 07:53 PM).] |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Excellent! I really enjoy this meter, BJ, and it feels so appropriate for the topic. ....jo |
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Kevo Member
since 2004-06-02
Posts 466Navarro County, Texas, USA |
Incredibly crafted BJ. Right up my alley as you know. The imagery was intense. It was as if I was there watching it all unfold on some desparate field (or any desparate field where the blood of the brave has spilled. Your poetry is always captivating and inspirational. Your are gifted, my friend. Kevin |
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MGROVES
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
so good so true |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
very true and passionate write |
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Startime55 Member Elite
since 2003-04-05
Posts 2148Alberta, Canada |
A passionate write that left me stunned with the power of its vision... |
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