Tag: war

Found

Found

Another Thursday rolls around
and she walks to the village green
slowly
 
She will stand by the old oak tree
Sure that today he will be there
waiting
 
This her new weekly ritual
A pilgrimage to her lost love
Longing
 
Two years had passed since he left her
to fight in an overseas war
Hoopla
 
He was a marine proud and true
and a hero in her young eyes
Glory
 
Missing in action they told her
Sorry but we cannot do more
Useless
 
She refused to give up her hope
Although everyone would rib her
Kindly
 
As always her heart did a skip
But today he was standing there 
Oorah!
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Longing

Rib

Hoopla

Saturday Luck Dip Prompt from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie
“Synchronicity” (The state or fact of being synchronous or
simultaneous; synchronism. Coincidence of events that seem
to be meaningfully related.). This form consists of eight three-line
stanzas in a syllable pattern of 8/8/2. This poetry type has no rhyme
and is written in the first person with a twist. The twist is to be
revealed within the last two stanzas. Created by Debra Gundy.


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When

When


She longed for the halcyon days
When he would drape her in love
When the sun would smile on them
Kissing their skin
When the birds would sing their song
and the flowers dance
When they would find shade
under the Royal Poinciana
and watch the parade
of soldiers marching
 
She longed for the halcyon days
before he left her
alone and bereft
When she thought she could
cry no more tears
When her heart became empty
Fragile and brittle as bone
A woman broken
From the loss of someone
Taken from this life too soon
 
She longed for the halcyon days
Before the war
The one nobody understood 
Why they were even there
So long ago now
But time did not heal her wounds
She still ached for him
and what might have been
A life lost forever 
A love that still endures

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Royal

Parade

Halcyon

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Immorality

The politics of yet another day
Causing a stir amongst the masses
Spirited conversations ignite
One voice louder than the next
A proverbial battle of the classes

A line is drawn in the sand
That no one dares to cross
You fear for your life
Silence might be best
Your beliefs your albatross

Tantamount to a civil car
The rebellious versus the righteous
Neither side knows what they don’t know
A verbal conflict louder and longer
The winner being the most pious

Blind faith of the minority
And an archaic amendment
Gifted us with what we have today
Fractured here and broken there
Drowning us in a pool of resentment

Knocking down our allies
With scornful and outrageous demands
When the anti truth becomes your facts
You are making enemies of your people
Whose dilemmas you will never understand

An association doomed for failure
A reflection on our society’s blindness
The moral compass conveniently cast aside
In favor of the inflated ego
Observing the decline of social responsibility
Where self-serving trumps kindness

Those paying homage to the narcissistic god
From his shirttails they will unhitch
When their stipend shows no relief
Their sum of all fears will be balanced
By Karma who will prove to be a Bitch

Christine Bolton

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Word Prompts:

Association

Reflection

Anti

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