Poems on the Eve of War

March 18th, 2003 | Sabertooth

[Sabertooth]

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I Timestream Here… hush… In days like these, the soft din swells… A silent voice resolves within the waves, And epicentral, everywhere, it tells Of currents and recurrence… wombs and graves. Between the echoes under whispers, much Is hidden, little heard, and some is dream. Swift ears may sift true silences and touch The babbling drift of time's relentless stream. What mythic pool has this way overflown, Precipitated from what endless deep? What History engulfs all we have known, And sweeps us to what certain, secret keep? When memory and prophecy cohere, They flood the tides that lap across our sphere.

II Origins and Ends Awareness to the surface realm is steep; The broken waters mirror sacrifice. Awakening from rems of liquid sleep, Our daylight drops between the fire and ice. As waters eddy 'round a stone in draught, And ebon flows of void will sluice some matter, So time will wake about a turn of thought… So myth moves from a moment's gravid patter What notes the light year where you'd find your star? What marks true meaning of our time or place? How do you know just where and when you are? Dark origins and ends still ripple space. By gravity and surge the clever steer… The spiral to abyss is ever sheer.

III Myth Within Like vagabond ellipses planets trace, The dancing sprites of ions shell their ova. White dwarfs and blood red giants haunt our race… What atom's eve might light a supernova? Look through the shallow tension of modernity And plumb the spinning depths down under time: The quirks and quarks and shards of far eternity All overwash the present pantomime. Our conscience is a dream without a slumber, Where chronons seep and stream from hidden wells. Whose watch elapses ours without a number, Where scrolling singularity indwells? A clarity springs silently, and near. True myth is drawn within us. Listen… Hear?

For the past year and a half I've been scribbling poems about the War and the Times in which we live. I've been flattered that some of you have enjoyed them, and I thought that, as we're about to fight for Civilization in the Cradle of Civilization, it might be opportune to collect them together.

May God bless America, our President and leaders, and our troops; may He guide our thoughts and keep us safe, and may He bring true peace to Israel and Jerusalem.

[Sabertooth]

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[firewalk]

I've been scribbling poems

no ...you write wonderful poetry....

Thank you for the ping...

May God bless America, our President and leaders, and our troops; may He guide our thoughts and keep us safe, and may He bring true peace to Israel and Jerusalem.

Amen.

[Johnny Gage]

WOW. WOW.. Awesome writings!

This deserves a:

. . . POETRY BRIGADE PING . . .

Freep mail me if you want off my list

[Nitro]

Art-lovers BTTT!

[ricpic]

Bing bang boom

Saddam be doomed.

[vikingchick]

Let History warn well the still defiant:
The doomed will dare to rustle sleeping giants

Well said.

[HiJinx]

By other jaws, her oryx lamb was met…
Isaiah's oracle is not quite yet.

I'm sure someone else is going to comment on the fact that you think you're just 'scribbling' stuff down. If you call this scribbling, I can't wait to see what you can come up with by relly trying!

HJ

[HiJinx]

Preview, Preview, Preview!!!!

relly shoud be really...

[funkywbr]

Do I have the Courage

A woman has her head bashed and I stand and stare

A man is run over do I try to care

A child is torn apart by a rabid dog

What will move me to action what will move me

A house is torched and fire flies

A bomb explodes with a violent cry

A child is raped and I hear it die

What will move me to action what will move me

I've have a neighbor and I know he is making a bomb

I have other neighbors and they say leave it alone

I can stand it no more I cant stand it no more

I take action

I am praised by some and railed at by others

Life is ugly, Courage my son

[TheMidnightPoet]

Ya might think about submitting some of those to http://www.poetsforthewar.org

[TheMidnightPoet]

Ya also might want to think about coming over to the birthday party at the Belve: http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/chat/867439/posts?page=135

We can always use more poets.

[blackie]

Thanks for the ping 'Ol Toothy One ... great poems and graphics ... you make a difference ... good job!

Let's Roll!

[okimhere]

Sometimes we wake up and the world is changed, And we perceive a glimmer of His plan.

I li-i-i-ke your scribblings! But the depths of feeling are too much to read at one sitting, so I will be back to read more tonight.

Thanks for the ping.

[4mycountry]

um....could you kinda take me off your ping list, please?

[Ragtime Cowgirl]

Sabertooth, thank you. Your gift is so awesome - and much appreciated on this night. The capacity of mankind to create - beyond chance or vanity - beauty, inspired by God...gifting others with a glimpse of grace...such a gift!

Thank you.

The Two Towers is a battle hymn.

Now, rebel clerics fan the flaming rabble.
And yet, the Bell of Hope chimes. God, we hear it
Above the evil death-cult's towering babble,
Ringing to our heart, our mind, our spirit.

So to our Towers our streaming faces turn,
Still standing on our bannered City's Hill--
As Root and Branch our enemies can't burn--
As Pen and Sword: the allies of our will.

For God and Country stand our righteous Towers.
The Two are not Jihad's. The Two are ours.

Amen.

[Alamo-Girl]

Thank you so much for your beautiful poems!

[WRhine]

Sabertooth, you truly are a gifted writer. Thanks for sharing your inspiring poems.

[Victoria Delsoul]

Love your poems, Saber. You are the best poet at FR.

I should also take this opportunity to thank you for the poems you wrote me. Thanks so much. Do you know I keep them on my profile page? Hehehe.

Thanks for the ping, Jinx.

[Sabertooth]

I'm glad you enjoyed them, Victoria. I enjoyed writing them for you. Thanks for you very generous comments.