Recollections

by The Queen   Jan 30, 2011


Great Plebeians, heroes
martyrs, and revolutionists
across the barbed-wire land
bled your ground regal red

Yet behold the radiance
and glory they had fared
swelling forth upon the lips
of each wounded man

Where streets are paved with tales
of those who have been slain
bowed are tyrants that had once dared
such it is no greater than valor

Land of the morning, holy and dear
cradle of patriots and noblemen
'tis where my haunting youth
and passion sat enthroned

But like a prodigal son, my return home is gone
for I am trapped in a never-never land
of cultural identities and illusory dreams
of lost self-esteem and broken vows

*Written for Danny's contest*

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  • 12 years ago

    by Decayed

    I know what you're talking about... I can feel it!
    Very well expressed, and I hope your voice would be heard.. ENOUGH BLOOD and INJUSTICE!

  • 13 years ago

    by Courageous Dreamer

    I may be terrible at understanding the true meaning of this poem but what I gathered was the idea that those who fight in wars suffer from post traumatic stress and thus those images of war creep up in their dreams and damage their emotions and so much of who they are. Hope I'm right, I thought you wrote this quite well as it is relevant to today's society.

  • 13 years ago

    by Michael D Nalley

    This is an amazing poem with powerful free flow and historic theme

  • 13 years ago

    by Cindy

    So much deep emotions captured in your words. The imagery is great. Very sad piece.
    Excellent job!
    Take care
    Cindy

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