Open Poetry #37 |
The True Stories That War Creates |
Edward Grim Senior Member
since 2005-12-18
Posts 1154Greenville, South Carolina |
The True Stories That War Creates How come all the barren songs, Leave little to be understood? Where the broken wood Of an old guitar Is a memory that’s always wrong. In every war, There’s a hero sung. And a villain, you’ll never know. As he points his gun At your soldier son. There’s never a thing you can do. While you may feel his pain. But you can’t stop the bullet That’s screaming his name. Upon that hill, Or upon that plain. They’ll find a place To fight their game. And win the prize With all who dies. Whether the number be great or small. But there’s still a kid On that battlefield, Staring at the grass he was ordered to defend. Trying to stop the enemy That would not yield. But etched on his tomb, Tells nothing of his doom. But rather it reads An account of his heroic deeds, That he performed for his beloved country. He was a hero amongst the rest. A fair award for his unwanted death. An empty tomb, With a worthless medal. For fighting a battle to his dying breath. How come all the barren songs, Leave little to be understood? Where the broken wood Of an old guitar Is a memory that’s always wrong. Some Monkeys never learn! [This message has been edited by Edward Grim (01-15-2006 10:06 AM).] |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
First of all these lines blew my mind: Where the broken wood Of an old guitar Is a memory that’s always wrong. No kidding . . . and this reads like song lyrics. |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Edward~ I'm re-reading 'We Were Soldiers Once ... And Young' ... and this poem so reminded me of the aftermath of the massacre of the Vietnam war and some of the scenes and hero stories~ Thank you for sharing these poignant thoughts~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*No matter what I search for ... |
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Edward Grim Senior Member
since 2005-12-18
Posts 1154Greenville, South Carolina |
Thanks Marge Tindal and littlewing, I'm glad you guys liked it. littlewing, I did write it like an Irish folk song. Very perceptive. Marge Tindal, I did have Vietnam in mind while I wrote it. Wow, clearly I am amongst great poets! - Ed [This message has been edited by Edward Grim (01-14-2006 01:37 AM).] |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Edward Grim A sad write. |
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CMGrimm Senior Member
since 2000-02-14
Posts 685USA |
nice write... i am in the middle of reading "Flyboys" and like the lovely Marge, it really kinda hits harder if you mind is on the topic anyway. thnks for a wonderful tribute and powerful read chris |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
strumming and humming along with you on this one indeed, such deaths play a wrong tune |
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Deep_Inside Member
since 2002-02-14
Posts 377i can't stop hiding |
i only wish that a firend of mine could read this. ya i know true stories |
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Dominique-Simone Senior Member
since 2005-11-12
Posts 643 |
I really like this. reminds me of an old 60's song... great write |
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Edward Grim Senior Member
since 2005-12-18
Posts 1154Greenville, South Carolina |
I'm happy you all liked it. Thanks for the great feedback. - Ed |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Isn't it amazing that the human race as a whole is so blind that it can't see the futility of war when so many millions of ordinary individuals can and keeps saying so? Loved your poem. - Owl |
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ManOfWolves28 Member
since 2005-12-21
Posts 83 |
After reading this it reminded me of a philosapher telling the towns people about a scenario. Guess a prophecy might be a better description. Either way the river flows I liked reading this. Call me Crowbar the big rig drivin mad man..... |
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