lost-cause - Hello Poetry

Who won if all was lost in love and war And death awaited every soul Who won if life was all but sour and bore, To which we turn our shoulders, Cold. This path of life doth lead to loss In which our stay is all but brief Our minds and souls are tragic flaws That drives us all to endless grief. So, when all man hath ceased to speak, And echoed lines hath ceased to Rhyme Our knees will buckle at our feet To bare such grief till ends of Time.

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Feb 3, 2014

Feb 3, 2014 at 10:21 PM UTC

Life is but a game of IAMBS

Who won if all was lost in love and war And death awaited every soul Who won if life was all but sour and bore, To which we turn our shoulders, Cold. This path of life doth lead to loss In which our stay is all but brief Our minds and souls are tragic flaws That drives us all to endless grief. So, when all man hath ceased to speak, And echoed lines hath ceased to Rhyme Our knees will buckle at our feet To bare such grief till ends of Time.

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Early bird gets worms, Good things come to those who wait, Hawks and Pigeons lie.

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Feb 2, 2013

Feb 2, 2013 at 5:00 PM UTC

Haiku: Lose Lose

Early bird gets worms, Good things come to those who wait, Hawks and Pigeons lie.

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When future catches past In Japan’s last stance. When the future seems cast The last warriors take a chance. They advance with strange valour, Toward impending Death Outnumbered and Outgunned Surrounded – Sixty to one Within a flash, or even a glance Reduced to forty, they still advance. They fight valiantly, But for what cause? They rather suicide over capture, And even in death, Their eyes gleam with rapture. To the last sword For the last drop Till the last scream Till the flag falls Till no guns speak And no man seeks On that hill he did die That last Samurai.

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Jan 20, 2013

Jan 20, 2013 at 9:01 PM UTC

That last samurai

When future catches past In Japan’s last stance. When the future seems cast The last warriors take a chance. They advance with strange valour, Toward impending Death Outnumbered and Outgunned Surrounded – Sixty to one Within a flash, or even a glance Reduced to forty, they still advance. They fight valiantly, But for what cause? They rather suicide over capture, And even in death, Their eyes gleam with rapture. To the last sword For the last drop Till the last scream Till the flag falls Till no guns speak And no man seeks On that hill he did die That last Samurai.

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Have no fear, Have no fear Fetch your Rifle! ‘You’re a soldier son – shed no Tear’ Intoxicated, Zombified – we must fight! No matter where, How or When Regardless if it were Day or Night But, why must one man fight another And for what cause? And Why must one slay his own brother Without a hesitant pause. Tis it for country? Tis it for Pride? Answer me! Tis it a Bandwagon one must just Ride At Night I wake to cries of Pain. To those thunderous claps. Slowly but surely I’ll go insane. But for what cause? One always asks Did we lose humanity Under Gas Masks If one does not fear, then one simply lies. For without such fear One simply dies.

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Jan 11, 2013

Jan 11, 2013 at 2:43 PM UTC

For what cause?

Have no fear, Have no fear Fetch your Rifle! ‘You’re a soldier son – shed no Tear’ Intoxicated, Zombified – we must fight! No matter where, How or When Regardless if it were Day or Night But, why must one man fight another And for what cause? And Why must one slay his own brother Without a hesitant pause. Tis it for country? Tis it for Pride? Answer me! Tis it a Bandwagon one must just Ride At Night I wake to cries of Pain. To those thunderous claps. Slowly but surely I’ll go insane. But for what cause? One always asks Did we lose humanity Under Gas Masks If one does not fear, then one simply lies. For without such fear One simply dies.

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