HAIKU: ARMISTICE DAY CAME

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Armistice Day Came

An Illusion Of Peace

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CHRISTMAS HAIKU: CHRISTMAS EVERY DAY – 2019 REPRISE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Christmas Every Day

BETRAYED BY DONALD J. (FOR JUDAS) TRUMP – U.S. PRESIDENT

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Donald
J. (For Judas)
Trump – President
Has Betrayed Our
Ally The Kurds

HAIKU: ARMISTICE DAY CAME

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Armistice Day Came

An Illusion Of Peace

HAIKU: A GRIM REMINDER

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Armistice Day Is

HAIKU: KILLING CITIZENS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Again, With A Gun!

Farm

My rolling road smooths over the hills
reveals a distant farm house
hazy gray, huddled in trees

Diamante + Alliteration: 2018-07-30

peace
paints, pauses
planets, ponds, pines
plays, perplexes, worms
wingless, waxy, wild
wobbled, worn
war

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Football Militants

Flags as large as ships’ sails
Waive to and fro in solidarity,
Billowing with pride.

The masses—
Whose fully erect arms
Are only an open palm away
From a formal Nazi salute—
Fill the flowing tapestry of banners
With air warmed by their impassioned voices
As they chant and sing
The acrid cries of war.

Judgement Day

When He came down from the heavens above,
We welcomed Him, arms wide open with love.
We showered our God with adoration
And eagerly sought His revelation.

Prostrated before His magnificence
In an attempted rite of recompense
Under the golden throne of creation,
We prayed for everlasting salvation,

HAIKU: CHRISTMAS EVERY DAY

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Christmas Every Day

Soldiers

And he blows his head open, because he is in the army; he does not
want to go back. He makes it clear.

I was his friend, when he was alive and in high school.
I am his friend again, now that he is gone and fading.

HAIKU: THE WIND WAGES WAR

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Siege Continues

To Know The Right Way

Oh, to go beyond the grasp,

the tangles that keep reminders alive,

there is the mystery of the mind,

what to turn off, what to feed, what to settle in,

so that moving forward seems a reliable

resolve to the repudiating repulsion of time.

Lines

Pieces of me didn’t break. Socks I didn’t roll, shirts
I didn’t fold. Hardly limbed, I carried
each cup of malice in my clenched teeth, and scoured lands
on ten quadrillion purring wheels, a wave of
stampeding machinery, throwing up trees.

Orders

Once they stood in straight rows at attention,
Awaiting orders from the high command.
To keep their nation free was their intention,
And so they bravely fought and took their stand.
But order turned to chaos. Bombs illumined
The battlefield now torn and stained with blood.

No Cure for the Sorrow

Photo by Linda Rose

Memorial Day – 2017

There’s no cure for the sorrow
That war puts upon
The family, the soldier
The lover, the young

Oh, I sing of the sad ones who wander around

Where Are Those Who Remember?

A Poem for Memorial Day

Open the pool,
Fire up the grill,
Invite the neighbors—
It’s Memorial Day!

The World of the Day!

I wondered what the world meant..
Was it the love that people spread?
Or is it the hatred which actually stands?

It’s love, they said,
Which linked all in this den.
But there stood hungry men,
Who craved for the blood of these men!

The Poppy (Part 2)

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Dear little poppy, you are growing in the mud, lavishly enriched with my own spilled blood.

Dear little poppy your petals are so red. T’was upon this very spot I was shot in the head.

The Poppy (Part 1)

The Poppy (Part 1)

Mud. Blood. Mustard Gas. Firing squad, Deserters.

Shell shock. Corpses. Germans trying to hurt us.

Piece by Piece ~ Christmas Poetry Challenge

I can’t wait to be back home
where the cold mingles with the dawn
and water drips delicately down the pane
catching the chilled air that still smiles
with the sunshine –
it has no aching bones.

Apocalyptic Media

Hot off the presses!
Murder en masse, wars, lies and more!
Anything for sales.

Poet for Peace

 

Voices drown out hate
no people torn asunder
doves of peace keep watch

 

We have 100 contributions to date, and I am trying again to rope in as many contributors to the Poets for Peace challenge (in place until this the end of August). The many voices in response to this have been fantastic, and I’d love you to add yours (again, if applicable) if you can. Feel free to use an existing piece of writing or a new one asking for peace and/or about the troubled times in which we live.

On Heroic Monuments – ABC Poem – April 3, 2016

“After all is said and done
Bravery isn’t really
Courage.”
Dangling from a swing Jim said,

The Devil’s Dance

The Devil’s Dance

Two armies were sent to war

Just to settle a score

By fools with crowns on their heads

Soon ten thousand men were dead.

In the middle of the fight

The bravest young knight

Raged, “Life has no chance

In this Devil’s Dance!

Only Death wins an unjust war!”

He flung his weapons down,

On the killing ground,

Uncurled his fist and took the great risk

Of extending his bloody hand.

The other man knew

He could cut him in two,

But sheathed the sword he bore.

That’s the fateful day when

Five thousand young men

Chose peace

And walked away.

With Love,

Russ

(C) Copyright 2016 Russ Towne

All Rights Reserved

Yesterday’s Heroes

Why are yesterday’s heroes

Often quickly forgotten?

That mystery saddens me.

Idols of Gods

 

Once it was noble
to defend your name, to kill a man
that would dishonor your grave,
once it was honor
to conquer your foe
and rename the land that war bestowed.