Geezer

Sep 19, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Powerful Forces

The windswept mountain pass is filled with morning sun

Riders come sweeping down, horses on the run

Drums pounding, the challenge thrown, gauntlet on the ground

Swords flashing, held overhead, by the warriors gathered 'round

Knowing this may be last day they see, some pray to gods of death

Heroic deeds they vow to them, to perform with their last breath

The loved ones left behind, pray for their return

But ready funeral pyres, hoping none will have to burn

Valor strides the battle-field, and cowards slink away

The lives that will be lost, won't be theirs this day

Hosts of brave and dying men, think that they are right

They won't stop battling, 'till the blinding night

Wizards take the battlefield, the power in them strong

Red, White and Black ones too, matters not who's wrong

Dragons and all manner of beast, spells of magic fly

The killing keeps on going on, and no one can say why

What makes man kill his brother, enslave him as he will

You would think uncounted deaths, would give his soul the fill

Some would try to quit I think... if they only dared

When will we learn Peace is best, when it can be shared?

— Geezer, Sep 19, 2009

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Region, Country: New York State - USA, USA

Favorite Poets: Poe, Emily Dickenson, Robert Frost, Shakespeare, and many of the poets here at Neopoet.

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Critiques

lyz

16 years 8 months ago

My Dear Gee

WOW,WOW,WOW.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *************************************************************************************** Lots of stars for u, this blew me away. I read this twice, no fault there in my eyes. Bloody brilliant, and that is putting it politely. My fave of urs now. You really put this on an easel. Oh, I really truly loved this. I think this one is a winner Gee, tell the missus to break out the bubbly, lol. I am very impressed. Thank u. Love from lyz. XX

Geezer

16 years 8 months ago

It sounds...

like you liked it! I was a little impatient and posted it while thinking about how to bring it the rest of the way to present. But then I thought that maybe people would see what I was saying without going all that extra way. I hope I didn't sell the idea short. It might have been better... but most certainly longer. Thank you for liking it so much. ~ Gee

lyz

16 years 8 months ago

I'M BACK

LOL. YES I LOVED IT. Love from lyz. Keep em come'n, part2.

Geezer

16 years 8 months ago

Part II eh?

Maybe...From the response I've gotten from this one, I might have to do a few more to bring the whole thing to the present. But There are a few other poems crowding each other and pushing to get to the head of the line. I have to give them all their turn, and I have been taking requests for visits from 'Killer' too. I guess I am going to be very busy keeping them all from getting in 'Killer's' way and getting chopped up and mangled. LOL He will just have to learn some social skills and how to take turns. Play nice children, save your spears and guns and knives for the enemy, not your siblings. LOL Thank you so much, ~ Gee

themoonman

16 years 8 months ago

Gee...

great flow with this one as it fell off the tongue like it should on any first read... polished with a caring ending. When indeed! Perhaps if Peace were a commodity it would be more acceptable to man, then he could sell it, own it, and wield it like a sword... enjoyed the write Gee! Richard

Seren

16 years 8 months ago

Dear Gee

Dont ask me why but when I read this I pictured Gandolf and the riders of Rohan on the hill about to charge down to save the day in the twin towers lord of the kings movie :O brilliant write my friend I am again awed by your art ... love and higgest bugs Jayne x x x

Geezer

16 years 8 months ago

I was commenting ...

I was commenting to Richard and then when I finished there you were. You move so quietly, for a minute I had the thought that 'Killer' might have turned on me. LOL I was thinking of just such a scene, and even had the french-horns in the background. [I just love them] I think they sound so heroic and noble. I listen to classical music a lot when I write. I loved that movie and all the others. I have wizards on my desk and book-shelf. Dragons too! Thank you for your too kind comments. I took the 'Killer Cabbie' to work with me and showed it 'round to the other drivers and the dispatcher and call-taker named in the poem, and they loved it! Sorry you can't get out in the sun, but you will soon I hope, and then summer will be good to you. Thanks again, Hugz and blankets to keep you warm, Gee

Geezer

16 years 8 months ago

Thank you Richard,

I am glad you liked it. I had a little trouble with trying to decide on making it longer, but in retrospect, I'm glad I didn't. I might have ruined the flow. Yes, I am sure that if it were a commodity, we would find a way to sell it. Hey! Wait a minute! Isn't that what we are doing in the middle-east? ~ Gee

Nordic cloud

16 years 8 months ago

Windswept, pounding, flashing.

Dear Sir Geezer, my knight of Peace. Oh to my horse, 'my kingdom for a horse', and I feeling like a man with blood boiling and, my hair in a helmet, I ride out, over the mountains to join the fray as its PEACE that is the outcome, the goal, or the wished for outcome of this battle of patterns, the letters in your poem, clothed in the armour of the past with that drama created by the use of the sword, heads roll and chain mail clashes and with a grand symbolic din of sounds the battle, when fought leaves that stunning silence, that silence of recollection, reflection, wonder at the why -why shold we fight and die for ideas? Oh SIr Geezer my Knight, you really are on the battle field of claim to fame, we join your cry of peace, but man is ever restless in his mind and must find stimulation to live, its as important as food and sleep, its proof the Star Wars, the Harry Potters, the great battles too, that stimulate our brains, not content with the mundane, the everyday, the simple beautiful, it must have ugly wings and ruffle our 'souls' to have meaning. So too with all the creeds of religion, we want the MORE and are not content with less. It is OUR nature. Well riden Sir Gee, Ann Q Grasses of summer from dreams of proud warriors these only remain.............................Basho.

Geezer

16 years 8 months ago

My Voice...

Hark... my voice has been lost, but is found here in our great realm. I cry bloody tears, for those having lived the terrible tragedy of war, and those who have died in them. Mankind has this burning need to right his percieved wrongs in this world. When all voices join together, only then will there be true peace. As long as there are opposing songs, there will be someone to sing them. You are right O'Queen, we all need to feel heroic. It is man's basic nature and as long as there is no one else to fight, we will fight amongst ourselves. Thank you for your most kind comments, and praise, ~ Sir Gee