War and History Poetry posted October 12, 2010 |
Kyrielle
True
by fairydancer
. Young John, eighteen, a vibrant flame, he saw the army as a game. His parents said he had no clue, there never was a thing more true. Off ships they disembarked, one night, the Sarge said “keep your pals in sight, there’s eyes in trees that will clock you.” There never was a thing more true. Young Jorg, eighteen, conscripted, scared, his elders said (though they’d been spared,) “It’s sure to make a man of you.” There never was a thing more true. They taught him well; just how to kill, so he took aim, released his will, the gun, “precision made for you,” there never was a thing more true. His friend found John consumed by fear, now shot in stomach, full of tears; he plotted course from battle’s brew, there never was a thing more true… ...But medics could not save our John, the son, the friend, forever gone, his wife to be, just left to rue… There never was a thing more true. He praised his country with last breath, did that help him after death? It matters not, your banner’s hue, there never was a thing more true. Mortician had the closest shave as now the man who dug John’s grave, so proudly aimed his spade on cue, there never was a thing more true. The leader of the war then said to those who watched him from their beds, “Thank you... he died for me and you.” There never was a thing more true. His parents tightly held dog tags, that’s all they’re left with, and the flag, (plus compensation money due.) There never was a thing more true. Just one more life snuffed out too soon, while feeding evil’s scheming tune, and peoples’ greed and anger too, there never was a thing more true. . |
Quatrain Poetry contest entry
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Thank you so much to Loyd Taylor for another of his great photographs.
Thank you also to Brooke, for all her beautiful Kyrielles, which have inspired this poem.
And a huge thank you to XY for all his help and advice with meter :)
Sometimes we have no choice but to fight, to defend ourselves, but to want the end of ALL war is surely a great ideal.
This poem is NOT about a particular country, just war in general.
The name Jorg is German for George, meaning "farmer".
A kyrielle consists of quatrains written in iambic tetrameter. The rhyme scheme is optional. I have used aabb rhyming. The last line of each stanza is repeated as a refrain. There are always at least three stanza's.
The idea of the repeating line of this kyrielle was to use as many possible meanings of the word "true" - fact, accurate; course was true, aim was true, machine that made the gun was true, statement is true...
rue = rue the day he joined the army
peoples' = 2 syllables
Pays
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and 2 member cents. Thank you also to Brooke, for all her beautiful Kyrielles, which have inspired this poem.
And a huge thank you to XY for all his help and advice with meter :)
Sometimes we have no choice but to fight, to defend ourselves, but to want the end of ALL war is surely a great ideal.
This poem is NOT about a particular country, just war in general.
The name Jorg is German for George, meaning "farmer".
A kyrielle consists of quatrains written in iambic tetrameter. The rhyme scheme is optional. I have used aabb rhyming. The last line of each stanza is repeated as a refrain. There are always at least three stanza's.
The idea of the repeating line of this kyrielle was to use as many possible meanings of the word "true" - fact, accurate; course was true, aim was true, machine that made the gun was true, statement is true...
rue = rue the day he joined the army
peoples' = 2 syllables
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