Many A Futile Hand. Many A Futile Hand.Many A Futile Hand.2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Complete hopelessness, an abysmal cavity, in the mind,
its oppressiveness, incessant, with precincts, ill defined.
Scant, is understanding, for few can even comprehend,
there seems no solution, save bringing life unto an end.
Who then, to approach, if a subtle nuance goes ignored?
Despair overwhelms Rationality…Directness is deplored.
Feeling worthless now erodes, whatever resolve remains.
To suffer not Indifference, is a thought the mind retains.
Nobody seems to notice…none make a pertinent remark…
“Unworthy, are unwanted”, is a message, cold and stark.
Confused, a burdened mind struggles, survival to defend,
it matters little, if an unwanted soul, brings life to an end.
Maybe it really matters little, for Apathy rules the World…
Personal tragedies rarely see remedial banners unfurled.
The patent indifference,
PoppiesPOPPIES are a symbolPoppies2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of historical astronomical loss,
Of lovely fools and gallant horse,
Who faced the fire, the rain and frost.
QueenMy local new news agency,Queen2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Coined a headline of national urgency
''THE QUEEN IS DEAD-
THEY'VE HAD OFF HER HEAD:
& we're opening a vacancy''
Like bricksStack them like bricks in the wall,Like bricks2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Stack them like bricks in the school,
Stack them like bricks in the company,
Stack them like bricks in the war,
Stack them like bricks without stones or sticks,
Stack them like bricks in the wall.
Ack! THE WARCut me somme slack, I’ve a gun on my back,Ack! THE WAR2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A helmet, a belt and a ruddy great pack.
Now my brother is down, and his brother is slack,
But we all do our best for, now, that is the knack,
Less you’re shot, you’re drawn, or a whizz-bang comes smack!
There’s Tommy abound, who make love to the track,
And they’re either afflicted with the clap or the quack,
Here’s hoping the war ends before we all crack!
The Jerry peep up and their faces are black,
Like our own, and I liken our war game to Jack.
Now, we ready ourselves, for the next great attack.