Farewell to Earth

It was hard to leave, hard to understand

Some tried hard to save our Earth

The others ignored the facts out of hand.

Where once was green and plenty all was now dust and dearth.

I was not alone there  were others of us there

Set upon this lonely moon

Destined , now to travel who knows where.

Afraid and frightened I sat marooned

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(A Sonnet to a dying Earth. Eight lines A,B. A,B A,B A,B )

Poetry Challenge #7 21/10/2012

War huh! what is it good for absolutely nothing. Huh!

I’ve got a friend, he’s a pure-bred killing machine
He says he’s waited his whole damn life for this
I knew him well when he was seventeen
Now he’s a man he’ll be dead by Christmas

The eastern world, it is exploding
Violence flarin’, bullets loadin’
You’re old enough to kill, but not for votin’
You don’t believe in war, but what’s that gun you’re totin’”

“In 1965 Vietnam seemed like just another foreign war
But it wasn’t
It was different in many ways, as so were those that did the fighting
In World War II the average age of the combat soldier was 26
In Vietnam he was 19”

“And the battle’s just begun
There’s many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart”

Through these fields of destruction
Baptisms of fire
I’ve witnessed all your suffering
As the battle raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms

Yes, how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky ?
Yes, how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry ?
Yes, how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died ?
The answer my friend is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.

Hello this week for my poetry challenge on war I have cobbled together a strange poem. This poem is made up of verses from lyrics to anti war songs. I think that they do make a strange sense. Below I have cited the the songs and owners of the words.

Edwin Star

NERINA PALLOT

Barry McGuire

Paul Hardcastle

U2 –

Dire Straits

 Bob Dylan

I have said all I can about war and so this week I shall not repeat myself . I shall just leave it to music of John Lennon and the voices of children to say it all for me.

Poetry Challenge #7 is to create a journal of links and your reactions to poems by established (living or dead poets.) Details are here.  Example response is here. Mr. Linky for Challenge #7 is directly below

Poetry Challenge #7 15/10/2012

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Oh! so many gods, so many creeds,
So many paths that wind and wind,
While just the art of being kind
Is all the sad world needs.

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Ella Wheeler Wilcox (November 5, 1850 – October 30, 1919) was an American author and poet. Her best-known work was Poems of Passion. Her most enduring work was ” Solitude“, which contains the lines: “Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone”. Her autobiography, The Worlds and I, was published in 1918, a year before her death.

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This is a short and very sad, sad poem. A sad indictment on the world, many creeds, many path , too much talk and bluster when all that is needed is love.

Poetry Challenge #7 is to create a journal of links and your reactions to poems by established (living or dead poets.) Details are here.  Example response is here. Mr. Linky for Challenge #7 is directly below

Poetry Challenge #7 07/10/2012

“Everybody’s Gone To War”

I’ve got a friend, he’s a pure-bred killing machine
He says he’s waited his whole damn life for this
I knew him well when he was seventeen
Now he’s a man he’ll be dead by Christmas

And so, everybody’s going to war
But we don’t know what we’re fighting for
Don’t tell me it’s a worthy cause
No cause could be so worthy

If love is a drug, I guess we’re all sober
If hope is a song, I guess it’s all over
How to have faith, when faith is a crime?
I don’t want to die
I’f God’s on our side, then God is a joker
Asleep on the job, his children fall over
Running out through the door and straight to the sky
I don’t want to die

For every man who wants to rule the world
There’ll be a man who just wants to be free
What do we learn but what should not be learned?
Too late to find a cure for this disease

And so, everybody’s going to war
But we don’t know what we’re fighting for
Don’t tell me it’s a worthy cause
No cause could be so worthy

If love is a drug, I guess we’re all sober
If hope is a song, I guess it’s all over
How to have faith, when faith is a crime?
I don’t want to die
If God’s on our side, then God is a joker
Asleep on the job, his children fall over
Running out through the door and straight to the sky
I don’t want to die
I-I-I-I don’t want to die
I-I don’t want to die

Written by Nerina Pallot

Everybody’s Gone to War” is a pop rock song written and recorded by the London-born and Jersey-raised singer-songwriter Nerina Pallot.

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The song, an anti-war protest, was written during the early stages of the Iraq War in 2003, and was composed on bass guitar by Pallot. The song was issued on downloads only in March 2005, and the following month saw a commercial release on Pallot’s album Fires. This original single release peaked at #88 on the UK Airplay Chart in April 2005. Read more here

This song/ poem just goes to show nothing changes. Young men have always and still do get trained and go off to war , many many of them die or become maimed physically and mentally.

Nothing changes, no one wins.

Poetry Challenge #7 is to create a journal of links and your reactions to poems by established (living or dead poets.) Details are here.  Example response is here. Mr. Linky for Challenge #7 is directly below

Poetry Challenge #7 02/09/2012

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The Battlefield

The dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars.Like petals from a rose when sudden across the June a wind with fingers goes.

They perished in the seamless grass, no eye could find the place; but God  on his repealless  list can summons every face.

EMILY DICKINSON

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Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886) was an American poet. Born in Amherst, Massachusetts, to a successful family with strong community ties, she lived a mostly introverted and reclusive life. After she studied at the Amherst Academy for seven years in her youth, she spent a short time at Mount Holyoke Female Seminary before returning to her family’s house in Amherst. Thought of as an eccentric by the locals, she became known for her penchant for white clothing and her reluctance to greet guests or, later in life, even leave her room. Most of her friendships were therefore carried out by correspondence.

While Dickinson was a prolific private poet, fewer than a dozen of her nearly eighteen hundred poems were published during her lifetime.[2] The work that was published during her lifetime was usually altered significantly by the publishers to fit the conventional poetic rules of the time. Dickinson’s poems are unique for the era in which she wrote; they contain short lines, typically lack titles, and often use slant rhyme as well as unconventional capitalization and punctuation.[3] Many of her poems deal with themes of death and immortality, two recurring topics in letters to her friends. More information can be found here.

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This poem, says it all written before the wars of 20th century and this. They are still so amazingly applicable to this day! The first few lines  ‘The dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars.Like petals from a rose when sudden across the June a wind with fingers goes.’ They do in war people drop like flies by the million, soldiers, sailors and airmen, refugees, prisoners , children and innocent bystanders.

The second verse is true too ‘They perished in the seamless grass, no eye could find the place; but God  on his repeal less  list can summons every face.’ The lay where they fell some lost for ever some unknown some known but not claimed . It matters not war always was and is and always will be.

Poetry Challenge #7 is to create a journal of links and your reactions to poems by established (living or dead poets.) Details are here.  Example response is here. Mr. Linky for Challenge #7 is directly below:

 

 

Poetry Challenge #7 26/08/2012

I am away this bank Holiday and was surrounded by family all day yesterday which was lovely. That was one of the promps for yesterdays poem! I did not have time to do my poetry challenge but here I am with a few minutes to spare and my brothers computer to use  and a fabulous book of poems.

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Thomas Hardy         CHRISTMAS 1924

“Peace upon earth” was said.We sing it,

and pay a million priests to bring it.

After two thousand years of Mass. We’ve got as far as poison -gas.

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Thomas Hardy

Thomas Hardy, OM(2 June 1840 – 11 January 1928) was an English novelist and poet.

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A Victorian realist, in the tradition of George Eliot, he was also influenced both in his novels and poetry by Romanticism, especially by William Wordsworth.[1] Charles Darwin is another important influence on Thomas Hardy.[2] Like Charles Dickens Hardy was also highly critical of much in Victorian society, though Hardy focussed more on a declining rural society. While Hardy wrote poetry throughout his life, and regarded himself primarily as a poet his first collection was not published until 1898. Initially therefore he gained fame as the author of such novels as Far from the Madding Crowd (1874), The Mayor of Casterbridge (1886), Tess of the d’Urbervilles (1891), and Jude the Obscure (1895). However, since the 1950s Hardy has been recognized as a major poet, and had a significant influence on The Movement poets of the 1950s and 1960s, including Phillip Larkin and Elizabeth Jennings.[3] The bulk of his fictional works, initially published as serials in magazines, were set in the semi-fictional region of Wessex and explored tragic characters struggling against their passions and social circumstances. Hardy’s Wessex is based on the medieval Anglo-Saxon kingdom and eventually came to include the counties of Dorset, Wiltshire, Somerset, Devon, Hampshire, and much of Berkshire, in south west England.( this Biop is care of Wikipedia  as I am not at home I have had to work faster!)

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This short and to the point poem say all there is to say. It highlights the pointlessness of war,the stupidity of the human nature and it’s inability to learn anything. GOD HELP US ALL!

Poetry Challenge #7 is to create a journal of links and your reactions to poems by established (living or dead poets.) Details are here.  Example response is here. Mr. Linky for Challenge #7 is directly below:

What is she to you?

Yes those eyes have seen it all , deserted babies, raped women, executed men . Every word ever written on the brick wall. See her colours green and blue , her red lips will spill words of truth  in every hue.

What do you see within those eyes morning stars and midnight skies. See her skin the colour of scorched  earth,  burned by warfare and men’s lack of worth.

Are those bruises around her eyes or just blackened skin from tears she has cried. Is she reaching out to you she begs an answer and it must be true.

Who is she  this haunting host , she is Mother Earth , she supports us the most. Providing us with all we need we cut her open and leave her to bleed.

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What If ?

What would happen if I never saw you again.What if I woke and you were gone how could I stand the pain.What if the sun forgot to rise and all was dark and no birds flew up in the darken skies.

What would I do if all the trees were gone taking with them the grass we loved to picnic on.What would I do if the rivers full of fish and ducks where whisked away and hidden from my sight what would I do stumbling around in this new enforced night. Without you by my side how would I cope, as good as blind in an empty world lost and lonely without hope!

What would happen if all music stopped all instruments removed and silenced. No voices soaring, and harmonies dropped. What would happen if all the animals were gone no cattle lowing , no horses neighing  and no bird song.

What would happen if as I awoke all love and tenderness fled. All feelings good and bad, banished tossed aside or dead. War, tyranny, greed and avarice  gone all gone but I still stand alone. Without you  all else counts for nought as in misery I crawl around in the darkness my mind has wrought !

What am I, human? not built to stand alone in darkness, shivering soaked to the very bone. What if,  what if I woke and it is all gone everything and everyone I have known gone , disappeared simply flown.

It is my fear that I will have to stand alone and answer for what humanity has done.

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Aside

Mother Nature speaks

Can you hear me son can you hear my voice. Can you hear me daughter can you catch my words before you have no choice.

Did you read my emails do you check them out.I have phoned you many times, the fact that I have tried to warn you is not doubt.

Did you read my letters son did you read and weep. Have you received my postcards  daughter. They did not have the answers that you seek.

I carved it on the gate posts and  the walls.I have hire out huge bill boards with letters 20ft tall!

I have screamed and I have shouted. I have made an almighty fuss but no one is listening is there no one out there who wants to put me first.

Mother nature’s weeping, mother nature full of pain you  have not been listening to her you have let her down again. The blooms are out in winter and summer flowers bloom in spring the snow falls in summer and sometimes in spring. You are heading for another drought your reservoirs are almost dry but there are still leaks from the mains out in the streets and I am asking why!!

The animals all suffer and fauna and flowers too it is starting with the the smaller things but soon to suffer it will be you. This beautiful green planet that you live in  is drying up like dessert have you not noticed a thing.

I have warned you till I horse and dropped hints as large as Tsunami and Earthquakes I am getting so tired and you just ignore me have any idea how sad that makes me.

Stop all you selfish clambering and look at what you are doing. You are melting my ice caps and heading for rack and ruin! I can only do my best like any loving mother can but your are not just naughty children you are the race Human.

So hear my voice and listen good this is your only chance to save my life and enhance yours to stop my final deaths’ dance.

 

It is up to me and you!!

We all want that holiday I know we do it’s true but we are choking up the skies and seas and it is all down to me and you. The polar regions are melting the sun is burning through an ever growing hole in the ozone again that’s down to me and you.

I know you fancy a safari such an exciting thing to do but the way poachers are shooting and hunting big and small game, soon the only way you’ll be able to see them will be in a Zoo. We all love lots of vegetables and fresh fruit , whether in season or not. I know you do it ‘s true.They are sourced from countries afar, shame ! I hear you shout but wait!! that too is down to me and you!

We all have our heating in the winter keeping us hot and having all lights burning that seems the thing to do! But we are wasting our resources you know we are it is true. Coal oil and water are not infinite, that you know is true! They are always being wasted, that again is all down to me and you.

The children and young people are turning into jobless thugs..it’s true. We send them off to Uni then we have no jobs for them to do. The are all going off the rails  a whole generation or maybe two not taught any politeness, good values or will to work …….. yes again it is down to me and you.

I could go on for ever, you know I could it is true  but I can tell you are all switching off , suddenly you all have better things to do!Well listen to me or not that is up to you but all our resources  and all that is good about this planet is dying off it is true. Soon there will be nothing left and yes that is all down to me and you!.

DUE TO GLOBAL WARMING THE LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL WILL BE   TURNED OFF!!

nothing will be left!

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