Angel of War
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This jig death dances
around your tongue, scorns and rapes
Earth as it pleases.
Why do we shout the names of gods but worship you?
Before the first stone
crushed the first skull, fear had claimed
the first victory.
Does the potential for peace make the reality of hate sweeter?
Before the first spear,
arrow, or cannon––humans
abandoned their souls.
The phrase “nihilistic techno-bitch”––means what, exactly, to you?
Wings of centuries
flutter chaos through children’s
bones, dreams, screams, and blood.
Do invitations to slaughter beauty ever make you cry?
Feathers of bullets,
feathers of daggers, missiles,
heroes, and coffins.
If missiles are faux dildos, what are babies splattered by bombs?
A halo of ice
drips the chilling truth––of this
horror mankind does.
In which countries should patriotism renounce itself first?
Were you a poet,
how easily nations would
still your holwling scythe.
If with all your power you kissed the angel of love, what then might happen?
Gobbler of prophets
and history’s excrement,
must you never rest?
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|Reviewed by Dale Clark
|Powerful and an excellent message!
Poets must express themselves against
injustice and war!
|Reviewed by Debashish Haar
|This is a powerful work Abherjani. Some brilliant images and a fitting cause.
|Reviewed by Kimmy Van Kooten
|The questions here SHOULD be asked and everyone EXPECTED to answer...
Do invitations to slaughter beauty ever make you cry? This particular one brought a sad memory back. . .1996, on the road to Split, Yugoslavia
A small village ruined in bullets, holes in 12th century paintings on the walls of worship, and I'm not talking canvas, they were painted directly on the stone...beauty had a hole in it!
I couldn't let the artists' purpose go to waste, so, I spent days and film on every creation marred, brought them all home and re-created the masterpieces back to their original form...
Can we Adobe out the effects of war? No...but I can know in my heart, I tried!
The "Angel of War" truly is a start!
Love and Peace~
|Reviewed by Georg Mateos
|As long as two men roams the earth...conflict should be expected.
As for "...nihilistic techno-bitch..." it means to me that all machines are demonstrating to be a she, with a grievous PMS tantrums and to paraphrase "the Governor" the Revenge of the Machines is upon us.
The angels of war always be there....waiting for you to disagree.
|Reviewed by Nordette Adams
| Who truly plays by the rules in war? And what man can claim to be a genuine pacifist but he who turns the other cheek when struck or he who would not defend his own family while they are being raped and murdered? Sometimes nations are defending themselves against annihilation.
War is hell and sometimes hell is unavoidable. Nevertheless, you paint War's face with the hand of a master. As former military and with the heart of a poet, you know both sides, I suspect. As we learn from Sun Tzu, true warriors do not rush to battle. They would prefer an alternative method to settle differences. ~~Ummm, Ms. Adams
|Reviewed by Tarek Hassan
|powerful, pertinent and very moving in these sad days of aggressive and blatant killing of civilans and children.
|Reviewed by Paul Williams
|A very powerful and exceptional juxtaposed exploration on the absurdity of our hunger for conflict. Pray we starve.
|Reviewed by Cynth'ya firstname.lastname@example.org
|Great depiction of a "Cain vs. Abel" world.
blessin's, (very strong word images, as is your strongsuit)
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|One has only to look within the human heart to know of the duality of which it is capable - the extremes of beauty and perversion. We seem unable to find within ourselves the ability to strive for heaven without first courting hell - and yet, the human soul ultimately seems designed to yearn for rest. We create the need we are of ourselves unable to satisfy. Your write is so elliptical and prism-like that, like the sun, I find myself unable to "look" directly at it and can only seek to feel around it with peripheral vision. The Angel of War is couched within the innocent veil of human flesh, I have no doubt, and our bloodied and our muddied feet march steadily onwards in serried ranks beneath our tattered robes of white. "Were you a poet, how easily nations would still your holwling scythe"... might be said to be true of "nations", but the heart of the poet cannot but represent the love/hate duality common to all mankind, calling for peace and war with characteristic forked tongue of honest appraisal. There seems no way out of this slowly descending elliptical circle dance. Words and graphic awesome. Questions and observations rapier-like. Imagery out of this world. Another Big A poetic coup. LOL Kate xx|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|a powerful testament to the futile travails of war ... your unique arrangement of questions are rich with answers ... seems war cannot rest until mankind has the will to evolve beyond it ... in a perverted sort of way, maybe that's its purpose?|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|You pictured her perfectly, in all her contradictions. When does defending oneself become vicious revenge? When does killing the best become genocide. War is hell and should be banned.
|Reviewed by Huda Orfali
|Horrifying truth in those lines
perfectly penned to show the horrors
thanks for sharing
love and peace
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Before the first spear,
arrow, or cannon––humans
abandoned their souls.
I am sadly starting to believe this more and more. We humans just can't seem to evolve beyond our hatred, bigotry, and violence. And now I wonder, if it was all part of our inherent makeup, or if we've really mucked everything up so badly there is no longer any hope for us.
|Reviewed by Chrissy McVay
|Reviewed by Susan Sonnen
|WOW!!! I've been reading peace/anti-war poetry today...this poem by far makes it's point loudest and clearest!! (I'm thinking that I used some poor grammar there...) What a fantastic write!|
|Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater
|"Wings of centuries
flutter chaos through children’s
bones, dreams, screams, and blood."
The CHILDREN'S CRUSADE of 1212. The story is that an outburst of the old popular enthusiasm led a gathering of children in France and Germany, which Pope Innocent III interpreted as a reproof from heaven to their unworthy elders. None of the children actually reached the Holy Land; they were all sold as slaves, settled along the route to Jerusalem, or died of hunger during the journey.
Angel of War outlines the fall of man which has existed for centuries. After the Christianization of the Vikings, Slavs, and Magyars, meant that there was an entire class of warriors who now had very little to do but fight amongst themselves and terrorise the peasant population and time hasn't changed it. The Church tried to stem this violence with the Peace and Truce of God movements, which was somewhat successful, but trained warriors always sought an outlet for their violence. The Crusades were every way a defensive war. The Church tried to stem this violence with the Peace and Truce of God movements, which was somewhat successful, but trained warriors always sought an outlet for their violence, a defensive reaction to an injury perpetrated by another. Angel of War has elements of the nine crusades, Aberjhani...would be nice if this could be a turning point write for countries to reunite in Peace, rebuild both structure and mankind, and reinstate pilgrimages.
|Reviewed by Linda Luna (Reader)
|Thank you for this excruciating howl - questions right on...painful reality expressed as always so well..you have put words to the confusion of why? Why do we continue to seek this 'angel' to save us when there is no forgiveness for what is done in war's game.
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|A brilliantly executed, and scathing indictment against war, laced also with vivid images, and the regrettable onset of confusion that such calamity invariably brings to the psyche and heart.
Most comments below have added succinct realization and opinionism to the quandary of your biting construct Aberjhani. People are very passionate about this.
Children are not the only innocents that become collateral damage in the madness of warfare.
"If missiles are faux dildos ... " I would suggest to you that anyone splattered by bombs, children or otherwise, are the diseased evil orgasms of the war-mongering, profit-mongering intelligentsia.
There are no easy answers, and even reviewing these horrid realities ofttimes seems a moot point!
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Dittoes Eileen. I am about aorn out trying to make sense of everything which is going on in our world these days. The only sense it makes is, if you believe in the Bible, it is prophecy. "There will be wars and rumors of wars." Maybe, in the long run, we have no choice in the matter. I DO know that some much of the blood shed these days come from religious teachings. I also know that some of the absolute worst man has done to man has been in the name of some damn godor other. Will we someday beat our swords into plowshears and study war no more? I haven't the foggest idea. I would sure as hell like to think so. The poem was your usual excellent write, Aberjhani, I am just to weary in my heart today to give it that much attention, except to say what I have.|
|Reviewed by Sandie Angel
|This poem is metaphoric! Yet, it speaks of the purposeless wars and the way it affects the nations. Aberjhani, you have spoken volume with this poem!
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Masterfully done Aberhjani!!
|Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
|"Angel of War" bears the voice of a heart that pumps knowledge from the veins of intuition
and heedful obeservation of reality. Its words dance with intelligence in the cadence of life
and depicts the colective infifference of our days.
"Hear... oh, sailors furtune hunter of life’s voyage,
You can still dive to find an oyster bearing pearl;
Wear a diadem of flawless huge brilliant cut diamond,
And tear the web of scorn with a sharp sword of love!"
LXII – “The Humanity Of The Gods”
I Salute You, Poet.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
|Reviewed by Susan de Vegter
|We may pass violets looking for roses. We may pass contentment looking for victory.
In this poem you call the shots. The power play of those making the moves on the great chessboard of our world forget one thing...they can be taken down one at a time when WE stand up and decide, universally, to stop being their pawns.
You are the master of words, thoughts and passion. Your deep thoughts are the inspiratiom we need for action.
Love, peace and a kiss for our Savannah Lady.
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|WOW! That's all I can say, Aberjhani!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|I agree with Peter, a masterful indictment of war!
To me war is anathema...But the nagging question that I can't answer, if someone attacked my family especially my children, could I let them continue to annihilate us all without any defense. When so many want to commit genocide on another nation, must they accept it withiout a fight? Where lie the answers? Heart breaking write Aberjhani!
|Reviewed by Peter Paton
A symbolic and allegorical master class write that condemns the absurdities and machinations of mindless war and aggression..
From your gifted pen, flows the innate wisdom of the ancients my friend..
Kudos and appreciation to you for championing the cause of the oppressed and suffering in humanity..
When will we ever learn ?..once sang Marlene Dietrich..