NaPoWriMo 2016 – ABC Poem – April 3, 2016

 

seamen's monument_2“After all is said and done
Bravery isn’t really
Courage.”
Dangling from a swing Jim said,
Even-toned and earnest.
“Fancy words and
Gorgeous monuments,
Hail the hero’s deeds,
It’s inevitable, even
Justifiable, to forget that they were men.
Knowledge of their frailties,
Lamentable bad habits and
Marred moral make-up may
Never be known at all –
Of course that changes nothing
Providing that we know that they’re
Quite like you or me.”
“Ridiculous!” young Edward shouted,
Seriously offended.
“That is a shabby thing to say my boy,
Ugly, I say and
Very shabby indeed, about those who’ve saved the day!”
“Why Eddy boy don’t get het up over some
Xeroxed copied heroes, hail rather those poor guys,
Yes those young bloods,
Zapped but nameless who fell by the tons.”

© G.s.k. ‘16

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Today being Sunday, there will be no A to Z Poem …. have a great day!

The Execution of the Sage – ABC Poem – October 16, 2016

Alas, alas there came a sigh
Barely heard above the wind that night.
Ceaseless thoughts of pandemonium
Devoured the ancient sage’s mind who whispered:
“Ergo, I’m doomed it would seem,
Featureless to become, forgotten!
Good Gad!  What a tawdry end –
Honoured once, but now forsaken!”

Ill treated by his King, this well-love sage,
Judged to be the wisest of all men
Knelt before his doom, under the axe
Laid upon his wizened neck.

Many a tear fell in the square that day, yet,
No one dared to take up his cause …
Odious is the lack of courage – ’tis
Prince among the pavid heartless masses.

Quake now people numbered are your days
Recall that moment, for now, you fall with your sage!
Slain because he took up your cause …
Thwarted by a king’s vanity and a people’s trepidation.

Under the grey November skies of his
Xenophobic country he died
Yielding his soul with this last phrase:
“Zounds but this steel is bloody cold!”

© G.s.k. ‘15

Remembering The Lost Poets – January 13, 2015

ABC Poem

Remembering The Lost poets

Always thinking about them.
Beautiful poets that they were.
Curiously, I keep going back, yet
Daring my mind to move forward.
Eventide will soon be here.
Future verse will never be written,
Glorious tales will go untold … alas,
How lonely the world is now without them.
I didn’t know how much they meant to me.
Just reading their words was pure delight.
Knowing that they read mine, inspired me too!
Longingly I think of them,
Memories though fond, are just not enough,
Numb I sit sometimes for hours…
Onward, I know I must go,
Proud or humble it doesn’t matter.
Quietly I bow my head and say to you:
Remember the beloved ones the others now gone…
Save them in your happiest memories…
Thank fate for the time we had, though brief,
Unwillingly we’ve lost their inspired gifts.
Veiled our minds will lose verses yet to be sung,
Write then with renewed originality, no clones,
Xeroxed copies or sad imitations of classics
Your verses will be alive here inside us,
Zen harmonized we will create new poems for you.

© G.s.k. ‘13

I originally wrote this poem for a particular poet who dropped out of sight leaving a void where her work once was.  Later, others followed.  It seems to be the way of the blog.  Poets and writers come for a while and then, leave.  Like life. Everything has a beginning and an ending.

ABC Poem: Remember the lost poets

ABC Poem

Remember The Lost poets

Always thinking about them.
Beautiful poets that they were.
Curiously, I’m thinking back,
Daring my mind to move foreward.
Eventide will soon be here.
Future stories may not be written,
Glorious tales may go untold…alas,
How lonely the world is without them.
I didn’t know how much they meant to me.
Just reading their words was pure delight.
Knowing that they read mine, inspired me!
Longinly I think of them,
Memories though fond, are not enough,
Numb I sit sometimes for hours…
Onwards, I know I must go,
Proud or humble it doesn’t matter.
Quietly I bow my head and say to you:
Remember my beloved ones and others who are now gone…
Save our happiest memories…
Thank fate for the time we had, though brief,
Unwanting, to lose their inspired gift,
Veiled minds will lose verses yet to be sung,
Write with renewed originality, no clones,
Xeroxed copies, sad imitations of the classics
Your verses are alive and serene within us,
Zen harmonized we will create new poems.

Trifecta Week: 103

Use the third definition of the word Remember:
3 a : to keep in mind for attention or consideration
b : REWARD

Happy Second Anniversay to Trifecta!

An edited copy:

Always thinking about them.
Beautiful poets that they were.
Curiously, I keep thinking back,
Daring my mind to move on.
Eventide will soon be here.
Future poems they will not write,
Glorious tales will go untold …
How lonely the world now, without them.
I didn’t know how much I’d miss them.
Just reading their words was pure delight.
Knowing that they read mine, inspired me!
Longingly I think of them and sigh,
Memories though fond, are not enough.
Numb I sit sometimes for hours – though
Onward, I know that I must go
(Proud or humble it doesn’t matter).
Quietly I bow my head and say:
Remember my beloved ones now gone …
Safe are your words within my happiest memories:
Thanking fate for the time we had, though brief,
United in love of poetry through our words though
Veiled,  I’ll write more verses to be read
Words written with renewed originality, not clones nor
Xeroxed copies nor sad imitations of the classics.
Your verses will live serene within me,
Zen harmonized – I will create new poems.

© G.s.k. ‘13

Now for a bit of inspiration: