Geezer

Sep 28, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

George...1812

We huddled together, hearing the thunder

Like the whole of earth gone wild

All of us ducking, for some kind of cover

Flashes... balls flying all of the while

The screams of men's terror and pain

Indian yells... come out of the woods

Through the dark and the pouring rain

Killing all... Making off with our goods

I only wanted a bit of land

To raise a farm- family

I had taken their word and hand

But, they took everything from me

One night they came a creeping

Renegades, unworthy men

Caught while we were sleeping

But now... I'm killing them

Through the nights I roam

I kill both sides, you see

I'll keep killing, 'till they go home

There's no home left for me

Muskets rattle down by the shore

I smell the smoke blow by

Me, I'm gonna kill some more

And then... I'm gonna cry

Cry for peace?... Go ahead

You'll get peace... When you're dead

— Geezer, Sep 28, 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

Seren

16 years 8 months ago

Dear Gee

This feel like the musings of a tortured man I could read this one the gore wasnt soooo gore lol and i could feel the anger and his pain in his fight ;) great write ... love and higgest bugs Jayne x x x

Geezer

16 years 8 months ago

George...1812

There have, are, and will be many tortured men flung at the world from war. I am trying to show this by means of a diary-like theme. Trying to cover major conflicts that have involved the Americans, is going to be a challenge.[there have been so many]. I don't want to distract from the character's thoughts by being as graphic as my 'Killer' series, where that is the focus. Thank you, Gee

Nordic cloud

16 years 8 months ago

Swashbuckling clamour of a batle scene Sir Gee

Oh the glory of the old fashioned battle scene, but behind the scenes are such sad histories, the peasants going about their everyday chores are surprised and puzzled by this clamour of brutality and never understood fully why it was neccessry to kill so may people just for an idea; we will never learn, we have never learnt what peace really means, I wish all peoples of the world the strength to find it and the determination to destroy all thoughts of killing from their minds. "Cry for peace?… Go ahead You’ll get peace… When you’re dead" and a super ending. "Like the whole of men gone wild".....this was the only line I stumbled over and not wanting an early death I dare to mention it! Otherwise a great treasure you found buryed on the battlefield my good knight in armour, the armour of peace. Your Q ann

Geezer

16 years 8 months ago

Swashbuckling...

I too, stumbled over the body, there. Would it be better, if I said " The whole of earth?" I think you got my drift on this one, [as per usual,] on the first take. I tried to give the ordinary man's perspective and got caught totally in his thought process. Womdering what it might be like for him, and what might drive him to kill. Thank you for the interesting comments on peace, and your wish that someday...We may all find it. ~ Sir Gee

lyz

16 years 8 months ago

Well Done

I enjoyed it and the diary idea sounds great.You had me engrossed like a story and then at the end, wow. I must tell the truth, I smiled when I read the end. Only for your twist, its like a little of you in a powerful write. If they had history lessons written like this at school, I would have sat at attention. I love reading on this site about the past and places. I find it so interesting. Loved it and good luck with your project. Luv to u and urs, lyz. XX

Geezer

16 years 8 months ago

I had...

I had some excellent history teachers, one of whom was also the drama teacher. She had us read Thomas Paine's and Patrick Henry's speeches like we meant it, Not dry and tasteless. Read them with the feeling that they wrote them with. Read them like you would have imagined that they would have read them. I would loved to have been a history teacher. Thanks for the good-luck wishes. ~ Gee