Martyr to Truth

The path to truth
is a lonely one;
One not littered by
carcass of sycophants;
The day you step
on that path,
Rest assured that misery
shall keep you company
till your last breath;
Careful, lest you fall prey
To intolerance that you despise;
The day you step aside from truth,
and step gingerly,
Fearful of hurting feelings, and
Practice political correctness,
You die.

From that moment onward,
with an aching heart,
Lonely and miserable,
Your skeleton marches,
The rotting bones whisper
in your ears,
Words of wisdom
that you feel are true;
Alas,
No longer alive,
Your silence speaks for you;
And soon,
Another martyr to truth
bites the dust.

Bell tolls for all

‘You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled
Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring
The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.’ —W.B. Yeats

Battlefields were gone long ago, bones turned to dust
Thousands perished here feeding conquerors’ power lust

They were young once, full of ambitions and dreams
Life cut short in distant lands amid pain and screams

Call of duty, false pride or manipulated by the powerful
They came in hordes, primed to kill, but dying like fools

Promises unfulfilled, broken hearts’ lonely cries unheard
Silent cries crush the hearts of myriad orphans left behind

Crumpled statues litter the landscape, those who gave the war calls
Take heart lost ones, when the dust settles, the bell tolls for all


This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month (November) with Yeats Challenge day Fifteen

Crimson Crown

The streets are empty now, mourners have gone home
Lonely flower bouquets keeping each other company
Street lamps casting their lights as shadows roam
Here and there a few walk around drunkenly

What a lovely day it was full of laughter and hope
People milling around happily, sun shining through
A few shady characters trying to sell some dope
As I saw her coming down the street, my hope grew

She came with open arms and thousand roses bloomed
Her rosy cheeks and radiant smile filled my heart with joy
Never did I realized my love was to be short lived and doomed
In my imagination, she was more beautiful than Helen of Troy

Single red rose I offered she accepted with glee
Hand in hand we walked enjoying the day
Oblivious to the world around us, our spirits free
Ready to face the unknown future, come what may

When it came it came with a bang, no one expected
Peace was shattered, sun hid its face, the street exploded
Loud bang followed by deadly silence was all that remained
Blood and bones scattered everywhere, as chaos reigned

Amidst the ruins I looked for my love, where my joy has gone
Stem of the red rose bereft of its petals was the only memento I found
Heart filled with grief, bracing myself to a pole, looked up at the setting sun
Red rose petals mixed with gold blazed like a crimson crown


This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month (November) with Yeats Challenge day Seven

 

 

 

सिफ़र.

Everything and Nothing. And then some words.

ELATE! - Evolve, Love And Transform Everyday!

taking daily steps towards achieving our health and life potential

From The Quill

Aren't songs of grief lullabies to the lost?

Confab With Me

Aphorisms, Poetries, Stories and More...

Smorgasbord Blog Magazine

Blog magazine for lovers of health, food, books, music, humour and life in general

Musings

What comes to me as a still, small voice in the atmosphere of daylight and evening. © Mario Savioni and Musings, 2013. Unauthorized use or duplication of this material without the consent of the author is prohibited. Small (100 words or less) excerpts or links are permitted as long as credit is given to Mario Savioni with direction to the original content. Please refrain from “reblogging” posts.

Megha's World

A potpourri of emotions

Expat Journal: Postcards from the Edge

International photographer wandering the globe . . .

Harold Strauss

Poetry of Moments.

Emotional Shadows

where all emotions are cared for!

Words From A Borderline

Poets bleed from the heart and soul

Chèvrefeuille's haiku

A great WordPress.com site

The Hackney Hiker

Adventures in hiking

But I Smile Anyway...

Musings and memories, words and wisdom... of a working family woman

Sweet aroma

Our lives are a Christ-like fragrance rising up to God...2 Corinthians 2:15

like mercury colliding...

...moments of unexpected clarity

Annette Rochelle Aben

~ Communicator, WordSmith, Artist, Guide, Mentor, Muse ~

dribblingpensioner

Just another pensioner with his thoughts if he can remember them

London Wlogger

Walking blogger exploring London's hidden gems, parks, bridges, landmarks, sights and history!

Be Inspired..!!

Listen to your inner self..it has all the answers..

JUST JOAN 42

poetry and stories about life, the universe, and everything

Specks and Fragments

home of the elusive trope

Seal Matches

Stories & News

yaskhan

Poetry, Photography, haiku,

Geetha Balvannanathan's Blog - Isis Tratum

Poems, thoughts, healing, other art works (pictures, songs and videos not made by me belong to their authors, the rest being mine) © 2010-2046

Haddon Musings

There are 11,507 stories in Haddonfield; this is one of them.

Philip Craddock Writing Portfolio

Daring to Dream: Short stories, poetry & songs. Next target: 300 Followers.

Shawn L. Bird

Original poetry, commentary, and fiction. All copyrights reserved.

Principle Michelle

Training Them Up and Onward

Aidan J. Reid

Sci-Fi Nut First. Thriller Author Second.

Author Don Massenzio

Independent Authors Unite!

Dutch goes the Photo!

Focus Hocus Pocus

Sarah Doughty

Novelist, Poet, Wordsmith

Elevated Mama

mother alien 👽

Foxes and Magnolias

Poetry for keepsakes, for longing, for letting go.

ronovanwrites

Author, Poet, Blogger, Father, Reader And More

Poet's Corner

Poems, poets, poetry, writing, poetry challenges

Uncovered

Below the surface thoughts to lift you up

Book Haunt

READING AND REVIEWING BOOKS