Over at Weekly Prompts, the Wednesday Challenge is. Late Bloomer … today I arose after ‘noon’ and the below Haiku is my appropriate response … please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here …
Lately I have posted a few poems about the futility of war … I’m not very accomplished at writing about the wars of the world, I get far too angry and confused to write something sensible, but this is a rather long poem I wrote about my recollections of the “Gulf War” in 1990.
Return the Bullets
The mind awakens to secret cannons shattering my bed All the violence of the worlds pounding inside my head The killing and the maiming of all the innocents who fled What happens when all the little lambs are slaughtered? When the peoples of all religions and creed are dead And we cannot return the murdering bullets back into the barrel
I am afraid The backyard stairway is far too steep to climb The handrails are way out of reach to find And the public change-room windows are covered with bars Now encircling the city hall, the security backdoor is ajar Entering the marble aisle, the White room appears vacant And guileful leaders have run, leaving a chasm of gloomy dark
I am wandering Where to go, the healing house is full of ugly holes The citizens cowering in shadows behind splintered lighting poles And the crumbling streets are awash with rivers of leftover blood Now the warring bosses have to fight amonst themselves Throwing poison pens and paper darts at each other Niether bruised nor battered, using ivory towers as cover
I am terrified The dusty mushroom cloud slowly settles on the barren ground With sands of distant lands, shifting into every nook and cranny We need the good Doctor, to help us cure these alien scourges And foreigners arriving upon waves of our neighbouring seas The deathly TV images, wrongly implanted for all to see As the press only gossip and drivel with selfish glee
I am stupefied The guns of freedom lands haven’t even stopped the cull Death to friends or foe, no matter, to the rulers from above Their only rules, the poor and weak to be kept totally downtrodden One day the surviving meek shall inherit their radioactive dirt The rich will feast upon their own contaminated bread But will never return the murdering bullets back into the barrel
Hello dear readers and followers, I am now writing for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Droplets of Joy”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to view my poem, at Coffee House Writers Magazine. >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/droplets-of-joy/
This poem is the second Ekphrastic piece I wrote from the Geelongs Writers Ekphrastic Workshop that I attended last week, and the attached photo below, is of Gale Jarmyn’s beautiful painting “Leaves in the Sunshine”, which inspired me to write this poem “Droplets of Joy”, and after chatting with her at the official opening of the Art Exhibition, (at which I recited the poem), she kindly allowed me to reproduce my photo of her lovely Painting, here on my Poetry Website.
“With a little help from my friend” … Ryan Stone, I have changed the finale word from ‘hand’ to Shadow … and presented the poem within my ‘drawing’ of a ‘Waterfall’ … My poem here originally began as a 4 line comment/anecdote on Ryan Stone’s “Hourglass” poem he posted three days ago, and I have rehashed those words and created an interesting “Pyramid Poem” … Thanks to Ryan for being the source of the “Watermarks” poem … please click on this link to visit his fabulous site >> https://daysofstone.com/2023/08/31/hourglass/
My poem here originally began as a 4 line comment/anecdote on Ryan Stone’s “Hourglass” poem he posted two days ago, and I have rehashed those words and created an interesting “Pyramid Poem” … Thanks to Ryan for being the source of the “Watermarks” poem … please click on this link to visit his fabulous site >> https://daysofstone.com/2023/08/31/hourglass/
Spring has begun and the trees are In blossom … this glorious spring day has prompted me to repost “Blossom Over Jerusalem” a poem that also appears in my book Tullawalla Over at Weekly Prompts, for the month of September, the Colour Challenge is: Brown. Please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> HERE … and here my poem captures the “brown” winter trees blossoming at the beginning of spring
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