Quote/Poem Defender

[Holmesy7291]

While not a poem, I think these words have a certain gravity and remain respectful to all, though I will happily move this post to another section if requested.

The opening of "Defender" by Manowar, with the late Orson Welles narrating.

When you are old enough,
To read these words...
Their meaning will unfold.
These words are all that's left
And though we've never met,
My only son...
I hope you know,
That I would have been there,
To watch you grow...
But my call was heard,
And I did go.
Now your mission lies ahead of you,
As it did mine,
So long ago.
To help the helpless ones,
Who all look up to you.
And to defend them...
To the end.
Defender!
Ride like the wind!
Fight proud my son!
You're the Defender,
God has sent.

 

[John A Silkstone]

As a published poet, I can honestly say, WHAT IS A POEM? There are many different types of poems these days: structural, open, rhyming, and so.

To me the words say it all.

Silky

 

[Drone_pilot]

Hi John, ever tryed to read Dadaism poetry, i did once, it was loverly after i removed my head from the microwave.

Examples:

Cinema Calendar Of The Abstract Heart - 09

the fibres give in to your starry warmth
a lamp is called green and sees
carefully stepping into a season of fever
the wind has swept the rivers' magic
and i've perforated the nerve
by the clear frozen lake
has snapped the sabre
but the dance[FONT=inherit !important][FONT=inherit !important] important [/FONT][/FONT]round terrace tables
shuts in the shock of the marble shudder
new sober


Create Date : Thursday, January 01, 2004
Tristan Tzara

and

The Great Lament Of My Obscurity Three

where we live the flowers of the clocks catch fire and the plumes encircle the brightness in the distant sulphur morning the cows lick the salt lilies
my son
my son
let us always shuffle through the colour of the world
which looks bluer than the subway and astronomy
we are too thin
we have no mouth
our legs are stiff and knock together
our faces are formeless like the stars
crystal points without strength burned basilica
mad : the zigzags crack
telephone
bite the rigging liquefy
the arc
climb
astral
memory
towards the north through its double fruit
like raw flesh
hunger fire blood


Create Date : Thursday, January 01, 2004

Tristan Tzara

 

[John A Silkstone]

Dadaism poetry is more involved with colour and visions, the trouble being that most of its members where from Switzerland and the poems lost a lot of their meaning when translated into English.

Silky