entry of the dartentry of the dart4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
where all the edges reach into the heart
are no clear corners nor a single sign
that time is changing the dividing line
is never crossed yet all are kept apart
by the hard means of some still arcane art
which the most foolish will insist divine
or claim as kindly warm tender benign
although they bleed from entry of the dart
we're far into the strange realm of the blind
where all the rules evil and perverse
and every bullet seems to find its mark
dead centre but the lying human mind
insists reality can't be adverse
that all is light down here deep in the dark
why am I [10/30]awash in feelings oh-so-strong andwhy am I [10/30]1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
wishing time would move along;
always me, who cannot cope;
kites are flying, high on hope.
Convenice or Muerte!Ernesto the kid was and still is a rebel iconConvenice or Muerte!2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Immortalised in pictures film and song
Today he is the symbol for rebellious youth
But as with many things his popularity buries the truth
There are many feats, some great some not that I could mention
But it wouldn’t interest his modern disciples who just seek attention
Highlights include, Cuba, insurrection and the right arm of Castro
Low points include the Congo, executions and cosying up to Franco
Still it don’t matter whether Guevara were genius or a fool
So long as wearing his shirt makes one wicked cool
Which would you rather have On Guerrilla Warfare
Or an extra-large in olive green with arms bare?
Perhaps his greatest artistic calamity
Is that he proves that culture is a commodity
UntitledBe men of peace,Untitled4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Oh my sons.
For the world is full of fighting.
For there are many men of violence,
Many men of war,
Many men whose minds are made of death and cruelty.
So be men of peace;
Be not those who rush foolishly into death's waiting embrace.
There is no glory in war;
Death, and the battered, broken ones who escape it.
Be steadfast men of peace and let none call you coward.
To stay behind and be mocked takes more courage,
Than the vain pursuit of honor or glory.
Pity those that mock you;
For they shall not find those things on the battlefield,
Only horror, and the screams of men, dying ingloriously in some muddy foreign field.
If you must fight;
If you must lay aside peace.
Do so only for good,
Do so only in protection of justice and goodness.
Not for honor, glory, or riches,
Or other such hollow vanities.
Fight for only tangible, lasting things.
In all dealings be just and merciful.
Be as fair as you are peaceful,
In your dealings with all mankind