Peace abroad?

So another night.
The western front is quiet once more.
Barbed wire hangs low and mournful.
Forlorn sight in morning call.
The soldiers gone,
The screams are still.
There’s no-one here to shoot or die.
Red flowers stand
Above these parapet walls
Watching green fields retake the battered world.
Within their roots the warriors lay
Entombed in mud and stories told.
Who now calls them fools who fought?
Escaping death and monstrous guns
They ran and laughed and talked no more
Echoes of the land ships passed
Climbing high and lurching low
Fire storm in black and white.
How many tears fell when homes were told that none survived?
& what was won?
& who had lost?
The destruction of the world we knew.
But new time comes and fields are farms
The birds in trees, the rain it falls
No more mustard, missiles gone.
At least in distances told by news.
Look abroad and see the flames
Of modern lies and hated wars.
Man kills man and all because
His leaders say it’s them or him
We learn from nothing and nothing new
Forced to repeat the evil sin
That father gives to sons a-born
That killing stops the next forced war.

~ no idea. I just sat down & this came out. Maybe yoga releases more than body stress!   Maybe i stare into my garden too much!

© Ed Simkins

God & I Beside the Sea

Blue day talks and asks of ship & beckons man to enter it.

to set afloat and sail the seas and take a challenge from defeat

but as boat sails and storms occur, the old man whispers, with God confers,

“What do i do? How do i survive? How the hell do i escape this hardship alive?”

& God replied and laughed and thought, considered this & then he taught

“Life’s storms are many, each day you’ll die, but life’s adventure is the reason why

you’ll find yourself in oceans blue, freezing, crying & quite scared too.”

Man looked up from shoreline rocks and shivered twice, as coldness knocked

“God, you gave me peace, you gave me land, throughout today you lent a hand,

so why when fear engulfed me whole, did you destroy my strength and soul?

You made me break, my ship collapsed, i cried out in horror & pained relapse.

Why send me back to hated times, that i repose in horrid rhymes?

Dear God, your ocean waves crashed down & wrecked my face in frightened frowns

Why I ask? Why despise? What purpose broken with blackened skies?”

“You see,” said God, who sat beside, “the reason that i made you cry

was just to check your progress made, to see you fight outside your cave,

to see that you have grown somewhat, & that sea or Black Dog leads you not

into fatal flight or hidden fright, and make you know that of tonight

a new year starts and adventures begin, that you will suffer, but that you will win

I’ll throw wolves and cliffs and biting kids, just to make you know that you should live

a life unknown, but not of fear, that you should enjoy the darkness

& the clear.”

(c) Ed Simkins