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Sounds Rattling
We have heard the rattle and rhythmic clings
Of metals, and woods and plastics
Breath out music, melodic inspirations
We have even heard the dulcet humours
Tunes of our hearts beat rhythmically
And our troubles rest their tides
But the rhythmic clings of terror
Sound rattles of the riffles
And the millipede march of tanks
In and around our neighbourhoods
We only hear music of cries, stench
Of fear and awful aroma of death
Once, we honoured those gone before us
The interment jewels of dirges
In celebration of their heroism if not cowardice
And reserved the songs of bliss for others
Peoples, just us, now living funeral hymns
Awaiting the backup beats of troops
Against the obsessed suicide explosives
The boom bangs of mass deaths
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WonderGolly
Thu, 2012-04-05 07:31
Beauregard
Thanks for coming by and taking the time to read this piece.
I appreciate your wonderful complement.
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It's true that this is the first time we've met. I pray and look forward
to the many meetings to come. Best of luck.
respects.
WonderGolly
What I love most about POETS is how they write SADNESS with SUNSHINE on their face, caption RAIN with FALLEN EMBERS and paint TEARS using the colours of WATERFALLS:lol
author commentNordic cloud
Thu, 2012-04-05 09:53
Yes how well you express this
Yes how well you express this
with sounds that clash in our ears and tear the thoughts
away from paradise
to those of your nation in plight.
"Breath out music, melodic inspirations
We have even heard the dulcet humours"
You involve our ears in music as a contrast to the terrors..
"Sound rattles of the riffles
And the millipede march of tanks"
this sound reverberates through the poem so well.
Well written WonderGolly.
( I had a chestnut brown skinned doll,
with velvet for its face and hands,
I named it Sambo, I adored that doll. )
I often wonder how the animals react to warring humans.
Love Nordic cloud.
"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.
WonderGolly
Thu, 2012-04-05 10:57
Nordic Cloud
You're right and I wish all humans could come to this realization "how the animals react to warring humans."
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Mad World.
Animals now stand in awe
and watch men cross the thresholds into savagery.
Man has turned his own world into an arena of monstrosity.
Killing his fellow man now seems like an inborn instinct.
Savaged men. Mad World.
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nice having you around and appreciating SOUNDS RATTLING. Best wishes and
respects.
WonderGolly
What I love most about POETS is how they write SADNESS with SUNSHINE on their face, caption RAIN with FALLEN EMBERS and paint TEARS using the colours of WATERFALLS:lol
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