Beware their haunting melodies lure from earth's every corner.
A coalition ofpeaceful men
nobles serving hope's every venue
vainly search the plains of mankind
arcing multi-hued rays they seek
compassion imbued with love, peace
exposing themselves to grave peril
in their timeless opposition to acts
of shameless inhumanity and strife
all manner of ordinary, moral folk
have known since dawn's sweep of greed
lusting throughout the whole of mankind
pipers and thieves, tra-la tra-la, tra-le tra-le
with calls to glory they entice weak souls
those to be imprisoned by the phantoms of guilt, lurid deceptions, remorse
listen, listen to the fife melodiously calling
you ever nearer the door of doom
your soul, the mighty toll its piper exacts
seek open council with the coalition
of peaceful men, tra-la tra-la, tra-le tra-le
Many writeres dance to the tune of the mighty pen in a variety of thoughts and ideas, consepts and visions, opening their souls to exposure of many elements......M.. Good write!
John I saved this one consider it a compliment to such an all out effort, the poem reads like a rose opening it's pedals to the morning sun, and the mockingbird singing trallaalllalallala indeed.
You have reached in deep, and brought much wisdom, as your colourful words climb like a vine to reach the summit.
Bless You! Jasmin Horst
This brought memories for me of some of the warnings (unheeded) in the briliant poems of the WW1 poets, finely written, it shows your obvious skill and knowledge- I always know when I read you that it will be great writing without fail.
Yes, the sound of the fife will conjure up many feeling both old and new in times of struggle and strife. Your words I find haunting for the message they carry....
Jon,
'...a pibroch sad to play'...maybe it's just my reading but I find this unsettling and haunting and the more than once use of tra-la, tra-la, ironic; that's no reflection on the skill of delivery and the excellent images, in fact it's your great ability to draw response from the reader, a response that I think matters. Gene's right, this is warning.
and in these haunting presences; carriers of "Of Pipers and Men" the voice of equisite expression etches upon our soul to hear the feelings of emotionality...Your Words Jon, are so very moving!!
This poetic offering is felt....
Peace, Love & Inspirations
Vickie
Oh my...I love the pipes as well... sure does do something to me when I hear them...well done as always sweet Jon....Hugsss,much love to you ....Keep smiling OK..sighhh
Thanks for the warning, Jon. I'm captivated by your lines
to the point that I may well march off with the next piper who
invades my neighborhood...tra-la tra-la, tra-le tra-le. This
is music to my ears, my friend. -gene.
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
those to be imprisoned
Your poem is an indictment of humanity; it is an open book to its folly. Thank you, Jon. Love and peace,
Regis
Peace and love, Carole~
Ron
You show us both the beauty and the beast of it all, Splendid write!
ET
You have reached in deep, and brought much wisdom, as your colourful words climb like a vine to reach the summit.
Bless You! Jasmin Horst
Be always safe,
Karen
'...a pibroch sad to play'...maybe it's just my reading but I find this unsettling and haunting and the more than once use of tra-la, tra-la, ironic; that's no reflection on the skill of delivery and the excellent images, in fact it's your great ability to draw response from the reader, a response that I think matters. Gene's right, this is warning.
John
Love and Peace
Christine
This poetic offering is felt....
Peace, Love & Inspirations
Vickie
to the point that I may well march off with the next piper who
invades my neighborhood...tra-la tra-la, tra-le tra-le. This
is music to my ears, my friend. -gene.
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