That Moral Law and code, now
lacks pretense and virtue
there is no morality, there is danger.
and that moral law-she has died.
Night has become day.
Day has become night.
Seasons are skewed and tearful.
Heaven’s a quandary herself.
Between life and death
there is no measurement.
All Slovaks say they don’t
want children. Death is in living.
The new commander is the old
commander’s arch villain, glorified
and refrained from rooftops. Defiling
mother earth and she is vanquishing her angels.
The ground is no longer marshaled.
It is congealed and regurgitated upon.
Masters are artificial greens keepers and
God is a melancholy agent of a past tribe.
Very nice…thought provoking.
I read this several times through. I’ve read it to my wife and teenager. I told neighbors about it. And then I read it again and a again. If there were ever the words of truth sown in a poem this might be it.
Nice Job.
Reviewed by M T (Reader)
Reviewed on April 13, 2007
Sad and true. Is it the beginning of the end for a free society, or the potential decay that any free society must risk to be free?
Really thought provoking.
Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
Reviewed on April 12, 2007
Nicely done...Hugsssss
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on April 11, 2007
Death is Living..So raw and hard hitting.
Black is white and white is black, this poem gives an insight to hell on earth.
This speaks of mans foolishness, 3 score and 10, and we can't just get on with eachother.
War in are, the art of war. The message is one of shame, and the shambles we've made, in this crazy world...
Well the suns shining today, so it's not all bad....
Wow, your picture is worth a thousand words. Such a shame! Maybe one day people will learn to cooperate with each other and stop the senseless killings.
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
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I read this several times through. I’ve read it to my wife and teenager. I told neighbors about it. And then I read it again and a again. If there were ever the words of truth sown in a poem this might be it.
Nice Job.
Really thought provoking.
Black is white and white is black, this poem gives an insight to hell on earth.
This speaks of mans foolishness, 3 score and 10, and we can't just get on with eachother.
War in are, the art of war. The message is one of shame, and the shambles we've made, in this crazy world...
Well the suns shining today, so it's not all bad....
Be safe,
Karen
Eileen
nicely penned....
enjoyed....Art Sun...
great poem ...
Patricia Behnke
There are no good sides to war
Ain't war hell?
Peace be with you
Love & peace
William
Fee