Lions Pride

 

Lions Pride

Young cub, bound by the state of abundant love, and respect,

Why so sad? Why does your restless soul languish, in such regret?

Your conscience gnawing, at your soul, to leave the kindle safe,

To walk onward, onto the uncharted roads, as a heatless wraith.

Why do you yearn, for the sound of war, the mighty guns ablaze?

To surrender everything you have, within the battles smokey haze!

Now as you toss, and turn, struggling to hold back the lion inside,

Your world inverted; with restless heart, changed to overdrive.

What spirit has sown, the sad seeds of discontent, and sacrifice?

Planting visions of death, and destruction, by hearts turned to ice.

Your dear mother left, to dread your resolve, so recklessly found,

Her attention set to those, who went before, now in the ground.

And on the ruthless one, the callous one, who will spirit you away,

Summoning you to join the draft, the dead heroes, within the fray.

While many might think you daft, the point that you must make,

As you muster the strength, and courage, you have yearned to take.

To stand, shoulder to shoulder, with all the brave soldiers, in war,

In hope, that you can finally find, what you have been hunting for.

To roar, in the face of death, to rally all the valor, you have inside,

Against all odds, as you become, one in the spirit, of the lion’s pride.

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET  (November 2023)

Gods Painful Regret

 

Gods Painful Regret

As the creator looked down, into all the empty souls, his angels mourned,

The pain of others, by those who chose, to live their ugly lives, now scorned.

Stealing precious children, with all goodness loathed, battered, and bruised,

A blight upon, the right to choose, the fate of freewill, by bad men abused.

Human traits, inclined to sin, goodness gone awry, in abysmal curse beset,

Sin upon sin, with fearsome monsters bred, devoid of any feeling, or regret.

The beasts laying waste, to all innocence, the sight of their evil sins, obscene,

Minds bereft of grace, never conceived, unrighteous Orc creatures, bred mean.

With no fear of God, bound for a plot in hell, their hearts rotten, to the core,

The soulless beasts, waging ruthless campaigns, against truth, in wicked wars.

With monstrous crimes committed, creating collateral for the world to mourn,

Unwitting souls destroyed, bringing the wrath of God, upon the hateful scorn.

The dreadful waste, Gods eternal regret, for the tiny ones, he could not save,

Pain and misery, a terrible burden, that the loved ones take, to their grave.

He felt the contempt, innocent lambs slaughtered, blood let upon the ground,

The distraught mothers, struck with eternal heartache, a tormenting sound.

No mercy granted, to the heart of stone, who spawned the seeds of badness,

The spineless observer, who loved cowardly acts, his soldiers spreading sadness.

Seated on his unrighteous throne, the wicked one, fallen from freedoms grace,

While humanity shudders to think, the insanity that will occupy Putin’s place?

 Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (November 2023)

The Eternal Rift

 

The Eternal Rift

Enduring abysmal thoughts, her baby laid to rest, no comfort the grave,

Plagued with punishing sensations, of the little infant, she could not save.

The treasured child departed, confusion welling, within her empty vessel,

Desperately, reimagining the past, set in vivid detail, now a daily wrestle.

In perpetual misery, struck with anxiety, her loving heart emptied out.

Silently suffering, suspended in her sorrow, living the everlasting drought,

Struggling to dismiss, the damaging thoughts, of despair, and depression,

Ardently wishing, her baby back, haunting delusions, taunting obsession.

Fleeting memories, suddenly flooding, to the front, her attention drifting,

Cradle songs, softly sung, now never again, her mood painfully shifting.

Sorely missing, the infant voice, the crying, and contented sounds made,

Little brown eyes, goggling at the world, with inquisitive attention paid.

Desolate mum, lost in soft pastel tones, that created the cozy contrast,

The baby’s room, soft toys, set in the colourful décor, a vision of the past.

The empty cradle gone, where on many long nights, her visual was kept,

Now serving reminder, of the heartache, and sorrow, that she has wept.

Soul consuming pain, eating at her core, wrenching her emotions apart.

Trembling, within the chaos, struggling to repair, the badly broken heart,

An eerie breeze, frequently blowing down, where all the stolen babies lie,

Innocent lost spirits, gravely waiting therein, where miserable mothers cry.

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (Oct 2023)

The Monster of Madness

 

The Monster of Madness

Something missing, estranged, and down cast,

Never been loved, shunned, never been asked.

Tender touch lost, forever departed, ill gotten,

Sensitivity and sentiment, gone and forgotten.

Like the fallen fledgling, tossed from the nest,

All emotion died, cold hearted, and distressed.

Where did the love go, I wonder, it ever there,

No blessed moments: precious feelings shared.

No love given, no kindness, nor emotions taught,

A heart of steel, founded, in numbness wrought.

Bred to hate, to have no faith, or show concern,

Wicked soul, an evil streak, in a core that burns.

Spite and hate, and words of scorn, all it knows,

Vindictive thought, within malice, its evil grows.

Spreading the disease, in each mind, it corrupts,

Incubating evil thoughts, as each tumor erupts.

From persistent fear, distress, and utter despair,

Its fury sprung, hatred fueling, inflammable air.

Feeding lies, to the fire, wild punishment sought,

Committing dreadful sins, no absolution brought.

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (Oct 2023)

The Frustration of the Enduring Force of Pain

 

The Frustration of the Enduring Force of Pain

I feel the frustration, of the pain, as the awful toll keeps growing each day,

Within, terrible sadness, I have felt, watching your soul, slowly eaten away.

With the agony of labor raw, too hard for me, to grasp, your pain inside,

The restless nights spent, the heart wrenching moments, the tears you cried.

The burden of grief, a growing toll, each day, leaving you, to count the cost,

The awful sadness, in the news, good friends, and dear ones, you have lost.

Like a wildfire burning out of control, each new broadcast, too much to bear,

The times you spill your heart out, the stream of tears, on the face you wear.

Each day bravely battling to reset, restoring your thoughts, reshaping your life,

Only to find new triggers, creating more heartache, allowing pain to run rife.

As pain hollows out the soul, creating empty feelings, of desolation in its wake,

Keep fighting, the sad sensations inside, the curse of remorse, so hard to break.

Thank you for being who you are, being open, laying your emotions out there,

Each day, we love you more, for all the sadness, and distress, you have shared.

Oh Olga! Scream in silence, and scream out loud, let your feelings all be heard,

Let the sound of pain echo, from every mountain top, the sadness in your word.

From the far corners of earth, we are but a heartbeat away, and at your side,

Giving to you, the power of comfort, and strength, within you, our souls abide.

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (Oct 2023)

The Wrath of Israel

 

The Wrath of Israel

The seeds of Ishmael, and of Isaac, fondly sown, tended in the fields of time,

Now cut down, by the wrath of man, long before they reached their prime.

Gods’ little children, trapped within the flames of fury, in the mindless rage,

Innocent little infants, civilians caught under the arc, of the iron domed cage.

The Holy Scriptures, overlooked for war, the ancient manuscripts, cast aside,

It is Hell on Earth, in the Holy Land, where the seeds of hate, will not be denied.

On Sacred Ground, revenge brought, by men of madness, bred in both camps,

Descending into darkness, the light of God faint, as they blow out all the lamps.

Hostages, and human shields, the innocent who perish, all flesh of Abrahams,

As blood is let, the desecration of life, by wicked men, harvesting the lambs.

The malignant tumor, festering for too long, all reverence has turned to pus,

Hateful slogans chanted, as dejected scum rises, in the words of rage, they cuss.

Is this the promised land? Where lethal bombs blast, and the angry shells shrill,

As more people die, in the land of Cannan, where sayeth, “Thou shalt not kill!”

The all-seeing eye, focused on Gaza, zealously seeking Hamas, hiding within,

Below, in the network of tunnels, mindlessly planning, and plotting, each sin.

Disputed land of the fathers, wherein the sacred garden of Eden, should be,

People living under oppression, instead of harmony, River of Blood to the Sea!

A steady stream of arms, adding to the tempest, furnishing the turbulent flow,

False information, fueling the fires, poor refugees of war, with nowhere to go.

The plough shears, rust in the field of love, the pruninghooks, lost in the trees,

Water of the Spirit, in short supply, Jacobs well runs dry, famine and disease.

The Samaritans long gone, songs of praise seldom heard, the Savior forgotten.

“Glory to God in the highest, And on earth peace, goodwill toward men!”

Grace and forgiveness, a thing of the past, and compassion turned to dust,

They have forgotten, the God that they serve, in the settlements of distrust.

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (Oct 2023)

Sons of Abraham

 

Sons of Abraham

All sons of Abraham, we have sinned, and strayed the path, of righteousness,

Ancient revelations, of God of Abraham, lost in translation, as we transgress.

With greedy politicians, content to set, man against man, in condemnation,

Bringing conflict, and war, to innocent people, pitting nation against nation.

From the love of God, all loyalty lost, as men now idolize, and worship flags,

With insignia, signifying pain, digging tunnels, trenches, and filling sandbags.

The profanity so vain, as we violate truth, in rebellions, each taking a side,

Watching, the children of God killed, carrying unbearable grief, in our stride.

As we blindly walk, to the beat of another’s drum, to the slaughter bound,

Brothers fighting brothers, cousins against cousins, on the battleground.

Kin of Ishmael! Kin of Isaac! Blood of the same blood, tethered in dispute,

The brotherhood of man, destroying civilizations, leaving people destitute.

As evil skulks, amidst each tribe, spreading fear, broadcasting Satan’s seeds,

The tribes revising, the commandments of God, in pacts, to suit their needs.

Drawing lines, in the sands of time, rewriting the sacred laws, to steal souls,

Blasphemy of wars, in God’s name, breaking covenant, of the ancient scrolls.

Kin of Abraham, from his precious sons, as cousins, in the world we all exist,

Why, in the blessed name, of God, does this irreverence, and hatred, persist?

Turning the place of peace, into paradise lost, and summoned to Satan’s call,

In the rage of madness, to sacrifice, the precious blood of others, in the fall.

All the tribes of Abraham, living apart, though collectively, we all are linked,

Set on course, to blindly desecrate God’s world, and make mankind extinct!

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (October 2023)