Armistice Day- 100 Years Later

November 11, 2018 at 11:49 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, News, Poetry) (, , , , , , )

The 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month
The guns fell silent on the Western Front
stillness now reigned where fury once raged
The ground soaked with men’s blood
who had struggled to take a piece of ground
and then covered over
with the blood of men from the other side
who struggled to take it back
and so on and so forth
back and forth a piece of ground would change hands
and the exchange was always paid in blood
And Death made his cocktail out of libations of blood
from both sides
And served a buffet of flesh and bone
from both sides
to the worms of the earth.

And now that was over
The roaring thunder of guns
now replaced by the silence of the dead
In the distance a piper pipes a lament
for those who will never again see the fairness of the land
from which they came
or the love in the eyes of those loved ones they left

In the distance a skylark cries
and the wind blows across fields
which had four years of seeding
from munitions and guns

And the harvest would be civil war in Russia
Civil strife and labour unrest when those who survived the war
returned to their homelands in what was a hard and bitter peace
A demagogue taking power in Germany
who would plant seeds of destruction and hate
that would last far into this century
on this the 100th Anniversary of the end of that 1st World War

Remembering that time 100 years ago
when the guns fell silent on the Western front
2 minutes of silence paid for those who gave their lives in that war
2 minutes of silence for those who went through 4 years of Hell
2 minutes of silence for those who lie in graves
And whose only voice is now that of the cold November winds
blowing across the desolate landscape
perhaps searching for that elusive peace
that was supposed to come
with the end of the war to end all wars.

-A poem written by Christopher
Sunday November 11th 2018.

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Armistice Eve- 100 Years Later

November 10, 2018 at 11:55 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, News, Poetry, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , )

On Armistice Eve 1918, Ares the Greek god of war, Thor the Norse god of thunder and Morrigan the Celtic goddess of war walked sadly across the battlefields of France
for their handiwork was about to come to an end in less than another 24 hours
Thor asked, When shall we three meet again?

The answer would be in more than another 20 years
when a modern worshiper of Thor and Odin and a hater of the God of the Jews
would seek to expand his reach across the globe.

Now 100 years later,
the anniversary of Armistice Eve
The three were plagued with sad memories
as they recalled the tapestry of blood and slaughter they had weaved a century ago
had come to an end.

Anniversary of sad times
Ares wiped a tear
Thor blew his nose
and Morrigan asked,
Now, when shall we three meet again?

In a nearby field, a row of poppies gently blew in the evening breeze
no doubt the answer was there blowing in the wind
as in the sky, the skylarks cried,
wondering whether they’d be joined by raven-crows or snow white doves.

-A poem and vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday November 10th
2018.

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Haiku About The Remembrance Day Poppy

November 11, 2016 at 5:18 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, News, Poetry) (, , , , , , , )

Haiku About The Remembrance Day Poppy

The poppy’s redness
Blood colour of sacrifice
Freedom’s price was high

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