"wav" poems
Red Poppies grow
Upon lapels
Telling of
War's untold hell
Of green hills
Pristine and groomed
Marching crosses
On the tombs
Marching crosses
Star of David
Where Stars and Stripes
Fluttered and wav'ed
Of buddies lost
Buried in cairns
Of brothers. Sisters.
Thus disarmed.
Of need for morphine
To end the pain
Of bandages
To staunch red stains
To honor souls
Under white snow
Upon lapels
Red Poppies grow.
SoulSurvivor
(C) 5/29/2016
May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 8:23 PM UTC
Animula! vagula, Blandula,
Hospes, comesque corporis,
Quæ nunc abibis in Loca—
Pallidula, rigida, nudula,
Nec, ut soles, dabis Jocos?
TRANSLATION.
Ah! gentle, fleeting, wav’ring Sprite,
Friend and associate of this clay!
To what unknown region borne,
Wilt thou, now, wing thy distant flight?
No more with wonted humour gay,
But pallid, cheerless, and forlorn.
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O Fortitude! Strength of the wav’ring heart!
Steadfastness summoned when the blood runs cold!
When allies flee and none will take our part,
Where honor and friendship are cheaply sold,
Thine aid divine makes the trembling soul bold!
When terror would invade our feeble frame,
Thy subtle power puts the foe to shame!
O Fortitude! O encouraging voice!
When darkness attempts to blot out the sun,
And slav’ry’s law to deprive us of choice,
You brace the nerves of the poor frightened one,
Reminding that the vict’ry can be won:
If to perseverance we should hold fast,
We shall the adversaries all outlast!
O Fortitude! Come, and run in our veins,
Fire our tepidity and make us brave!
As long ages pass, ‘tis thee who remains,
Long suff’ring Patience, who never shall cave!
Come, Resolution, from all weakness save -
Where the frail man falls, and in despair lies,
You reach out your hand, and bid him to rise!
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 3:22 PM UTC
Our souls akin to oceans
Our emotions akin to waves
Our hearts embrace emotions
Our brains can’t do the same
The brain controls the heart
The mind controls the brain
The sun controls the moon
The moon controls the waves
Our thoughts can shape the Earth
Our love can do the same
The Earth controls the moon
So we control the waves
Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 1:50 AM UTC
Precious, treasured memories
Floating by on the summer breeze.
Magical, swinging melodies;
Looking back on a world of dreams.
The golden heat from the gleaming lights,
Wav’ring forms in spectators’ sights,
Costumes and set-pieces, perfect delights;
Looking back on a world of art.
Voices ringing through the breathless air,
Some words forgotten and some still there,
Cries and laughter, joy and despair;
Looking back on a world of sound.
The smile on my lips as the crowd’s cheers roar
We hold hands and bow as they shout “encore!”
For two nights only, then never more,
Looking back on a world gone wild.
Then, in an eyeblink, the daydream fades
Our paths intertwined, but now we’ve parted our ways
The magic in memory alone remains,
Making way for the world of fall.
Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 11:47 AM UTC