Rather than post one of my works as a poem for rememberance. Here I read a poem by a favourite poet of mine Wilfred Owen...a video tribute to all our servicemen and women past and present and also all the innocents that suffer.
Wilfred Owen
Anthem for Doomed Youth
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons. No mockeries for them from prayers or bells, Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,— The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells; And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
What candles may be held to speed them all? Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes Shall shine the holy glimmers of good-byes. The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall; Their flowers the tenderness of silent maids, And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
TOO good, isn't it? He paints the tragic scene so deftly. Horrible situation, wonderful poem. I, too, thank you. You have done a great service. Love and P e a c e, 'Pea' <3
Wow Paul ... this man doth wax poetic in this superb write. Thankyou for the heads up brother. I will look him up on the internet. I hope all is well with thee.
Ty for this, a superb reminder why we wear our poppies with pride. The ravages of war are brutal,...this is a superb piece of work from Owen that brings home such a poignant message. But will we ever learn from losing them Paul?...Panda :)
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on November 10, 2006
W. Owen was very talented. He wrote many war poems. I think I read one called Exposure of his. Victor
The red blood of the slain in a field of poppies...no more love to grow, no smiles for birthdays or holidays and no new beard growth or the smile of the boy in the grin of a man...cut short.
Your creative side keeps expanding and your voice...heck...to me oy's like the sputhern drawl down here in Dixie...soothing, different it's enchanting although the subject makes my heart cry.
susan
I studied the poetry of Wilfred Owen for A Level, but have to say that year on year the impact of his words has amplified. Wish I could get to watch the Documentary tonight on The Loss Of Innocence... The Sexual Revolution that War ushered in. To me, this poem is as much about the loss of the potency and flower of life that is in passion, as it is about the abhorence of the wanton loss of human life in all its fullness to start with... Think I feel a poem comin on... an ad on Classic FM quotes a veteran as saying "All we could think is that the war is so exciting... which will we lose first? Our virginity or our life?!" This is terribly tangential... but I would guess that the dying thoughts of any poor soul in some God-forsaken trench would be those of love... whether familial or sexual in nature... to each one a tender maid... Well done, Paul... have no idea wot I've written as me laptop mouse won't let me go backwards... This means much as being from the heart and mind of one who has seen... A yomping write; WO bounds on forever... We shall remember them... TY and bless you, Kate xx
Written from the muddy confines of the trenches, Owen seen, smelled, touched, heard, felt and finally tasted death. Tragic. Average age of a 1WW soldier was 19. Doomed youth? Doomed, lost generation of untapped talent.
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Richard Lloyd Cederberg
I tend to agree with Dai's thoughtful observations below..
And you have introduced us to a wonderful and awe inspiring poet,
Wilfrid Owen
Peter
Carmen
This is so powerful, and heart touchingly beautiful! Brought tears to my eyes. A most excellent tribute to all our service members, past and present!
Thank you Paul, for sharing Owen’s work, and thank you for being here at AD!
Sheila
I apologize for not reviewing your beautiful works; I fell down a series of steps, graceful me;-)
And so it will be till the end of time as we know it.
A timely reminder Paul.
i enjoyed your video presentations (recitals) on youtube very much ...
An excellent write from Owen, which you bring to life - and death - quite well...
Blessings, Rhonda
Regis
Your creative side keeps expanding and your voice...heck...to me oy's like the sputhern drawl down here in Dixie...soothing, different it's enchanting although the subject makes my heart cry.
susan
Well done Chuckie!!
Love Tinka
Art and wisdom meet knowledge and ignite the dynamo of the ontological being... "Anthem For Doomed Youth" has paid its poetic dues.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU