BREXIT...

Brexit

 

With some determination Nations persist

and with various customs do exist

but now as England's sun fades

its Royal colors pale in the shade

It hides from the glorious sunshine

that permitted Britain to feel fine

The multicolored Union

too soon rejected by dissention

tearing down monuments of the past

and leaving them scattered in the national grass

The cheerful breeze of prosperity

stilled as the engine dies in infamy

as her frail beauty

remains on time worn tapestry

It separates from the lofty kind

with no regret leaving them behind

victim of National rage

as the common people feel truly engaged

and seek power full blown

to safeguard the British throne



Reality.....

Reality

 

Reality, I sought you when

on the verge of lost innocence

I wandered  searching for a song

to sing in paradise alone

I listened to the whispering wind

that caressed me in my early Spring

and with mind immortal locked in flesh

I crafted reality barely blessed

captured sight of graceful waves

their beauty manipulating my gaze

in sunshine bright during noontime warmth

each moment awaiting the coming storm

 

While high on remote hills

birds and reality stood still

making noisy appellations beneath the sun

like a refrain suddenly and effortlessly sung

gracing the ears in waves of melody

flowing and ebbing like the surging sea

The eyes of reality flashed brightly

her lips absorbed the waning day

the breath of life she eagerly inhaled

and rendered my existence ghostly pale

I wish I had not seen

her jaded smile so serene

 



THE WALL.....

The Wall

 

Covered in grace and afternoon light

the wall purveyed an aura darkly bright

that cauterized my heart

keeping it from coming apart

 

I saw the travelling wall

It wasn't that tall

My sight chased engraved names painfully long

Fifty eight thousand, three hundred seven strong

 

Names of lives too early lost

reminding me of the bloody cost

and the wasted expense of National treasure

for nebulous political posture

 

Lives that were sacrificed much too soon

leaving scars in never felt wounds

inside young minds wasted in steamy jungles

during operations pathetically bungled

 

American youth lost their innocence

and survived on common sense

When they returned, they were shunned

and spat upon all in a days fun