Photo of Dresden, after firebombing in 1945‘The Pilot’ and Other Poetry by Bruce Dale Wise The Society May 12, 2020 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 5 Comments all poems by Bruce Dale Wise The Pilot by Air Weelbed Suc I saw him flying overhead, a pilot in a plane, and looking down, he gazed upon the anguish and the pain. Although I saw compassion in his eyes, as he flew on, he still prepared to launch the missile loaded with a bomb. It was his job, the orders came from someone down below. He had been told to open up the hatch and let it go. O, I believe he felt remorse, but he continued on. He shoved the lever forward in that armageddon spawn. He let it go and watched it drop down through those distant skies, but I could see he felt remorse in those phlegmatic eyes. To Love or Not to Love by R. Lee Ubicwedas To love or not to love is not the question one should ask. To love’s the answer… that’s expressed in thoughtful, heartfelt acts. To love is to be intimate to those you truly love, but also to your enemies below and God above. To love yourself will help you love the others that you meet. To love another person, then, will help you feel complete. There are so many things to love, like life and love itself, to love to sleep, to love to play, to love to be a help. O, love’s not spacetime’s fool, love is a sparkling attitude that finds itself in happiness, in joy, and gratitude. I Have Not Made a Monument by Aedile Cwerbus I have not made a monument more durable than bronze, or higher than the pyramids, or lovelier than swans. I have no great memorial as powerful as rain, as strong as wind, as lasting as time’s ever-destined reign. And I shall wholly die, no part of me escape death’s bite; like vestal virgin and high priest, I shall succumb to night. Without renown, I’ll dwell where Alf the sacred river ran, in twilight’s desert kingdoms, poorer than the poorest man. I did not bring Greek rhythms to our tongue, Melpomene, so likewise toss those dry-leafed laurels you have offered me. Melpomene: the Muse of Tragedy NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who harasses or disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comment or comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 5 Responses David Watt May 12, 2020 I enjoyed reading your trio of poems Bruce. ‘To Love or Not to Love’, with its fifteen ‘love’ instances, must hold some sort of record. ‘I have Not Made a Monument’ has some particularly effective lines, including: And I shall wholly die, no part of me escape death’s bite; like vestal virgin and high priest, I shall succumb to night. Also, bronze and swans make for a striking rhyme pair. Reply Leo Zoutewelle May 12, 2020 Bruce, I leave details to others; I just wanted to tell you that I admire your poetry in this submission. Reply Peter Hartley May 12, 2020 Elidia Sub-Rook – I liked all three of these. The first shows how much observation and detail a poet can cram into a fleeting moment. The third I particularly enjoyed and it told me by your meter and rhyme that I have been putting the stress on the wrong syllable in Melpomene for as long as I can remember. Reply C.B. Anderson May 12, 2020 Indeed, Bruce, these are some of the best poems of yours I have read. And especially, the rhymes were satisfyingly “ortho.” David Watt is absolutely spot-on about the swans/bronze thing. If I’d had that rhyme sitting in my head, then I might have written a poem just for the purpose of using it. Reply Lew Icarus Bede May 14, 2020 Of the three tennos Mr. Mantyk has selected to post, the first poem draws from Yeats, the second from Shakespeare; but it is the third that is most classical in its conception and execution, in its purpose and result. It also demonstrates what I am seeking in my poetic vision, albeit in a condensed form. The elements of the poem are relatively straightforward even if its purpose is not, and both bear consideration. Its alliteration is quiet and remote, as in key terms, like monument, memorial, Melpomene and me, its similes faint and unobtrusive, and its rhyming couplets fairly ordinary. The rhyme noted by Mr. Watt and Mr. Anderson is important for the contrasts set up in the poem. In the next few days I might (perhaps not) do an analysis of the poem; but right now I am researching and working through T. S. Eliot’s “Four Quartets” in the context of our present moment. “Little Gidding” has been throwing up significant obstacles. And then I have another long poem I want to work on, which may or may not come to fruition. It is the longer works that are the most vexing and recalcitrant. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. 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