"The Victorious Hannibal Seeing Italy from the Alps" by Francisco Goya ‘War Is Natural’ and Other Poetry by David Paul Behrens The Society April 14, 2018 Poetry 10 Comments War Is Natural To rise above the plane of earth Where war continues since my birth, I find that war is natural, And in this world habitual. It’s human nature, so it seems And nature’s calling in those screams— No scientist needs to figure it out War’s natural, without a doubt— As natural as it could be, Just as a beehive in a tree, Such facts are facts, misunderstood, We must accept the bad with good. War has gone on through history, Get used to all the misery— War will continue, when we die; War’s natural, don’t ask me why. Duality Prevails War’s natural as death— We’re dead before we take a breath, No complaint, let me explain, For pleasure, we must have some pain. There’s opposites for a reason: Hot and cold, and each its season; Black and white and wrong and right; Dark and light and day and night. Without mentioning a name, One in charge is playing games— The way to stay is go away; The stage is set, perform the play. We cannot live unless we do not— O what an intriguing plot! It keeps us on the edges of seats; It’s on, it’s off, then it repeats. Mountains high and valleys deep, In birth awake, in death we sleep, Unconscious, unaware we’re gone— Death the night and birth the dawn. We can’t be happy without fear, No one can laugh without a tear, There can’t be love without some hate— To wonder why’s a hopeless fate. After fifty thousand miles and five years as a hitchhiker, living on the road and streets in towns and cities across America, David Paul Behrens followed with a career as an over the road dispatcher in the trucking industry. He is now retired and living in La Verne, California. His website is davidpaulbehrens.com. Related Post ‘Little Girl’ and Other Poetry by Martin John Ki... Little Girl She's fishing in a rock pool just abandoned by the sea She's too engrossed within her world to notice you and me. She sprawls to dr... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 10 Responses Joe Tessitore April 14, 2018 I loved these David – cold, hard and beautiful – and for some reason they made me smile! Reply Lenore April 14, 2018 I enjoyed reading these …thoughtful and perceptive. Reply David Hollywood April 14, 2018 There is an uncomfortable wisdom running through these poems and which of course makes us consider our difficulty as a species. Well done and thank you. Reply David Paul Behrens April 14, 2018 Thank you! Reply E. V. "Beth" Wyler April 14, 2018 Both pieces relay a somber truth in a very poetic voice. I enjoyed your meter. E. V. Reply David Watt April 14, 2018 David, I agree with Beth that the meter works extremely well in these poems. If one of the primary measures of effective poetry is the degree to which we have cause to think, then both deserve top marks. Well done. Reply David Paul Behrens April 15, 2018 Thank you, Beth and David. Reply Monty April 15, 2018 At the risk of sounding officious: I can’t resist suggesting that the 2nd line of the 1st poem would sit more comfortably if the words “war continues” were modified to “war’s continued” . . as in: Where war has continued since my birth. Or, at the risk of sounding insular: maybe it’s just a case of me not being aware of some of the disparities between american english-usage and british english-usage. Reply James Sale April 19, 2018 I like these poems: pithy, epigrammatic almost in their force. Very good writing – well done – and keep up the good work! Reply David Paul Behrens April 19, 2018 Thank you, Mr. Sale. 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. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.