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Battle Tales

February 3, 2013
By Mzday73 PLATINUM, Princeton Junction, New Jersey
Mzday73 PLATINUM, Princeton Junction, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
"Dance like no one is watching. Sing like no one is listening. Love like you've never been hurt and live like it's heaven on Earth." -Mark Twain


It is not a day for Poetry-

It is for ripped knees,
scraggly fingers run through
scraggly hair,
and ribbed walls torn
under skies that bled and
seeped their color down,
now bright.


Clouds had stolen the fields, rain-
softened petals,
tears in the crook of a little
nose-
but not the toll of the bells because
they were too heavy, like
crushing stones in a young stomach,
or old bread, not paid for,
tasteless
like his words of the last years of memory
and the passerby that spill silvered suns
into his weathered hat.

And under the cries of his gray eyes,
the explosion of folding uniforms, and
the splitting seams of the earth

How do the people still think they hear poetry?



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on Feb. 10 2013 at 6:42 pm
harrykaps SILVER, West Orange, New Jersey
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What beautiful irony!  I really enjoyed this poem