Samspratt.com‘Obi-Wan Bin Laden RIP’ and Other Poetry by James Sale The Society December 10, 2016 Beauty, Culture, Humor, Poetry, Terrorism 1 Comment Obi-Wan Bin Laden RIP Let’s remember what God wants: Killing people’s never right, So Obi-Wan Bin Laden then Cannot be a Jedi knight. To make folks free you face them straight – Backstabbing lacks God’s protocol; So Obi-Wan Bin Laden looks Like something that has lost its soul. He’s hard to find on Dégobah, Afghanistan or Alderon, Where Obi-Wan Bin Laden hides – But surely he’ll slip in the sun. Then see his shade evaporate, His loud excuses miss their course: As Obi-Wan Bin Laden tries Escaping but without the Force. Three Last Stars And we came out to see once more the stars …Inferno To her reborn, a tree renewed, in bloom… Purgatorio I felt my will and my desire impelled … Paradiso We climbed from darkness far away, Opening ahead the circle round Through which we went from night to day; Yet strangely still they shone, profound, The stars forever and beyond, Signposting our immortal way. My tree renewed, to see them there, Above me, puncturing the dark, So distant, like they couldn’t care, Or were mere scratchings on black bark – Each point, though, perfect in its work: Upwards – certain, beyond despair. Such, then, they were, beacons of hope No blackness ever could erase Them, mar, damage or change their shape; Indeed, only one response, praise Seemed fitting. As I pursued my ways Ahead, behind the world’s dark drape. James Sale FRSA has been a writer for 50 years, and has had over 30 books published, including 7 collections of poetry, as well as books from Macmillan (The Poetry Show vols 1-3) and other major publishers on how to teach poetry writing. Most recently his poems have appeared in the UK in: Dawntreader, Towards Wholeness, Quaker News and Views, The Bournemouth Central Library Exhibition; in the USA in The Anglo Theological Review. Shortly, his latest collection, The Lyre Speaks True, will be available and includes his prize winning poems from The Society of Classical Poets’ 2014 anthology. Related Post ‘A Picnic with a View’ by J. Prescott Sleep, lying in dry river beds Sold rapidly, buy the shore banks Brains washed from corporate heads Dried and neatly styled on fuel tanks Ripple... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail One Response Evan December 14, 2016 Is it just me or does the man with Bin Laden’s head look strangely like both Obama and Bush… ? At any rate, brilliant poem, James. There must be many angst-y youth out there being duped by radical terrorist dreams of martyrdom right now. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.