Ukrainian leader Zelensky (L) and Russian soldiers on paradeShare Your Poetry on Russia’s Invasion of Ukraine Part III The Society June 5, 2022 Culture, Poetry 10 Comments . Share your poetry on currently unfolding Russo-Ukrainian war in the comments section below. We received a large response on our first post of poetry on Russia’s invasion of Ukraine in February and our second one. Poets are still actively submitting on this topic, so here is your chance again to share your poetry. . . . NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or commentary. 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I think that these too are ‘a distraction and a scam’ – ( a wholloping first line, by the way). I look at them as willing gainers doing the deeds of demons. They are ignorant of any perspective and so are bought off by the miasma of gain and the elation and elevation they feel when ‘killing, smiling, riding mighty high’. Good that you lift the lid. Reply Mary Helen Roper June 6, 2022 BAREFOOT IN UKRAINE Barefoot with no worries I step in the marshy sand Across fields of flowers To green warm grass I stand. The ground starts to tremble, to shake and to groan. Is this an earthquake to remember, or is something more sinister wrong? Barefoot I start running away from the trembling ground away from the toxic smoke Without looking round. They said it wouldn’t happen, that we would all get along. We speak the same language, sometimes sing the same song. Because of Putin’s madness, we are caught in a war unwanted. This war will bring terrible sadness, startling the free world undaunted. Barefoot with more fear, I can’t run and hide. Saving all who are near, I can help turn the tide. Mary Helen Roper May 28, 2022 Reply Damian Robin June 6, 2022 Ukraine, May 2022 My eyes are dry. I cannot cry, I hear the pregnant planes drop by their dust and bombs. Uneaten crumbs of homes show faces without gums and down the road, in helmet skulls, hard men load tubes from truck-load-fulls. Then, drubbing thumps, screeched mortar shells roll in the future’s burial bells. Then, wind takes up and bears the grit of bits of people hit and split, of streets disabled, car-dead, charred, civilisation’s collapsed facade. Some move off to stay alive, they’ll know their end when they arrive. They had safe homes, now they have none, their rooms spread out by shell and bomb. They’re forced to roam passed battered things beneath death-planes and scared birds’ wings. On damaged streets where scraped hope lies, their hearts are lifted in surprise — some special people smile unbowed — not fearless, heroes, nor a crowd — just confident to keep their mind to being true, forbearing, kind. They hand to strangers that they meet isolated on the street — Falun flowers from Taiwan with deep belief beyond the span of madness or tranquility. They feel that here’s where they should be while past and present crash as one to something new to carry on. They know that gods have partial views and, like humans, have to choose on narrow paths of myriad ways in seeming route-less ends of days. N O T E please view posts about Falun Gong practitioners in Ukraine https://en.minghui.org/html/articles/2022/5/26/201517.html https://en.minghui.org/html/articles/2022/5/14/201035.html https://en.minghui.org/html/articles/2021/5/22/193258.html https://en.minghui.org/html/articles/2022/5/22/201447.html https://en.minghui.org/html/articles/2022/5/31/201618.html Reply Evan Mantyk June 7, 2022 Prince Putin wield’s royalty’s rod And an orb that means all under God; The sickle and hammer Have overblown glamour, And to a good leader seem odd. Reply Damian Robin June 12, 2022 Ukraine, May 2022 ( Part II ) But ‘end of days’ is just a phase, a twist through which surge endless ways, immersing tides of ‘wells’ and ‘goods’, of new beginnings’ opening buds where countless paths of shafts of light fly out of mists both clear and white and mountain depths of clouds new born float tinged with pinks of warming dawn revealing real at center stage pure power of the present age, divinity’s reviving storm, the vast Creator’s cosmic form— His grand tsunamis’ pearl-tipped push with iridescent soundscapes rush, repeat beyond mere whales and birds, each note thesaurusing like words forecasting sites were futures flow from thoughts the Maker’s glories show : so every being takes their course from this immeasurable source and feels the fill of all they know and through this single spring they grow, each to their ability to wear their principality. These Falun Dafa followers see their great Creator bears a Buddha shape of endless size invigorating seas and skies and all complexities of space that simply pour from His full face that gives them cues to find their fate and whites out every human trait to make good beings merge in air, their lives left in His judgement’s care so all good lifts into the light so all is light, as light as light. Reply Tony Perkins June 16, 2022 Cautionary verses for Ukraine In twenty-twenty-two on twenty-four two Putin sent forces in order to subdue A democratic neighbour for a pretext untrue With a special operation the military was tasked Their unflinching co-operation Russian savagery unmasked Informed by the internet TRUTH one can see How utterly ruthless Russians can be Instruction intolerable destruction deplorable Children killed or with millions made flee The invasion is harming not only Ukraine But many dependent on its exports of grain Instances of inhumanity numerously befall And by distancing Christianity indubitably appall Reply Damian Robin June 20, 2022 Greeting Card Lyric : I.D. Internal Displacement Again I’m thumped by this strong man. He’s strong but broken by a war that hurt elsewhere when it began but now the whole world feels it, raw. He storms at me, explodes, fists rain. I dash out squeezing our child’s hand to rush beyond the sky’s domain for shelter in our homeless land. Reply Jeremiah Johnson June 27, 2022 So, this sonnet was inspired by the second photo in this “week in pictures” link: https://www.bbc.com/news/in-pictures-61748380 Modern Abstract An aerial perspective on a casualty of war, A mechanized one, which, understandably, No one will mourn, like Edgar Poe’s aristocrats Who met the Red Death in their barricaded halls – That scene recalled to mind as, with a chill, One notes the Death’s Head in this photograph: The glaring, vacant hatches which are empty Eye sockets; the leering, broken grin Formed by the blocks of gray reactive armor. Like something out of Dia de los Muertos, Only with the festive colors turning here to rust; The grin decaying on the right to blackened gums – This modern abstract on the theme of that Which humankind continues to perpetuate. Reply Acolyte July 3, 2022 Have Hope Throughout the darkest hours, There is still light to be found, Even if you are alone and scared, Trapped in this conflict. I send not a poem of conflict, But one of peace and tranquility, Find the strength to see through this, And share this strength with others. Even in the midst of rubble, A foundation can be seen, Find your foundation, And you will find hope. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Captcha loading...In order to pass the CAPTCHA please enable JavaScript. Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
Mike Bryant June 6, 2022 Doing the Right Thing Ukraine is a distraction and a scam. The deep state has a very bloody hand. Democracy? They do not give a damn. They cheat and prosper just because they can. They’re making loads on ammo and on arms. Every politician’s a patrician. They’re cleaning up on Ukraine bio farms Forget the children and vaccine attrition. As long as they can suck the people dry, They’re killing, smiling, riding mighty high. Reply
Damian Robin June 7, 2022 Thanks, Mike, for this bite back at the backroom cigar smokers. I think that these too are ‘a distraction and a scam’ – ( a wholloping first line, by the way). I look at them as willing gainers doing the deeds of demons. They are ignorant of any perspective and so are bought off by the miasma of gain and the elation and elevation they feel when ‘killing, smiling, riding mighty high’. Good that you lift the lid. Reply
Mary Helen Roper June 6, 2022 BAREFOOT IN UKRAINE Barefoot with no worries I step in the marshy sand Across fields of flowers To green warm grass I stand. The ground starts to tremble, to shake and to groan. Is this an earthquake to remember, or is something more sinister wrong? Barefoot I start running away from the trembling ground away from the toxic smoke Without looking round. They said it wouldn’t happen, that we would all get along. We speak the same language, sometimes sing the same song. Because of Putin’s madness, we are caught in a war unwanted. This war will bring terrible sadness, startling the free world undaunted. Barefoot with more fear, I can’t run and hide. Saving all who are near, I can help turn the tide. Mary Helen Roper May 28, 2022 Reply
Damian Robin June 6, 2022 Ukraine, May 2022 My eyes are dry. I cannot cry, I hear the pregnant planes drop by their dust and bombs. Uneaten crumbs of homes show faces without gums and down the road, in helmet skulls, hard men load tubes from truck-load-fulls. Then, drubbing thumps, screeched mortar shells roll in the future’s burial bells. Then, wind takes up and bears the grit of bits of people hit and split, of streets disabled, car-dead, charred, civilisation’s collapsed facade. Some move off to stay alive, they’ll know their end when they arrive. They had safe homes, now they have none, their rooms spread out by shell and bomb. They’re forced to roam passed battered things beneath death-planes and scared birds’ wings. On damaged streets where scraped hope lies, their hearts are lifted in surprise — some special people smile unbowed — not fearless, heroes, nor a crowd — just confident to keep their mind to being true, forbearing, kind. They hand to strangers that they meet isolated on the street — Falun flowers from Taiwan with deep belief beyond the span of madness or tranquility. They feel that here’s where they should be while past and present crash as one to something new to carry on. They know that gods have partial views and, like humans, have to choose on narrow paths of myriad ways in seeming route-less ends of days. N O T E please view posts about Falun Gong practitioners in Ukraine https://en.minghui.org/html/articles/2022/5/26/201517.html https://en.minghui.org/html/articles/2022/5/14/201035.html https://en.minghui.org/html/articles/2021/5/22/193258.html https://en.minghui.org/html/articles/2022/5/22/201447.html https://en.minghui.org/html/articles/2022/5/31/201618.html Reply
Evan Mantyk June 7, 2022 Prince Putin wield’s royalty’s rod And an orb that means all under God; The sickle and hammer Have overblown glamour, And to a good leader seem odd. Reply
Damian Robin June 12, 2022 Ukraine, May 2022 ( Part II ) But ‘end of days’ is just a phase, a twist through which surge endless ways, immersing tides of ‘wells’ and ‘goods’, of new beginnings’ opening buds where countless paths of shafts of light fly out of mists both clear and white and mountain depths of clouds new born float tinged with pinks of warming dawn revealing real at center stage pure power of the present age, divinity’s reviving storm, the vast Creator’s cosmic form— His grand tsunamis’ pearl-tipped push with iridescent soundscapes rush, repeat beyond mere whales and birds, each note thesaurusing like words forecasting sites were futures flow from thoughts the Maker’s glories show : so every being takes their course from this immeasurable source and feels the fill of all they know and through this single spring they grow, each to their ability to wear their principality. These Falun Dafa followers see their great Creator bears a Buddha shape of endless size invigorating seas and skies and all complexities of space that simply pour from His full face that gives them cues to find their fate and whites out every human trait to make good beings merge in air, their lives left in His judgement’s care so all good lifts into the light so all is light, as light as light. Reply
Tony Perkins June 16, 2022 Cautionary verses for Ukraine In twenty-twenty-two on twenty-four two Putin sent forces in order to subdue A democratic neighbour for a pretext untrue With a special operation the military was tasked Their unflinching co-operation Russian savagery unmasked Informed by the internet TRUTH one can see How utterly ruthless Russians can be Instruction intolerable destruction deplorable Children killed or with millions made flee The invasion is harming not only Ukraine But many dependent on its exports of grain Instances of inhumanity numerously befall And by distancing Christianity indubitably appall Reply
Damian Robin June 20, 2022 Greeting Card Lyric : I.D. Internal Displacement Again I’m thumped by this strong man. He’s strong but broken by a war that hurt elsewhere when it began but now the whole world feels it, raw. He storms at me, explodes, fists rain. I dash out squeezing our child’s hand to rush beyond the sky’s domain for shelter in our homeless land. Reply
Jeremiah Johnson June 27, 2022 So, this sonnet was inspired by the second photo in this “week in pictures” link: https://www.bbc.com/news/in-pictures-61748380 Modern Abstract An aerial perspective on a casualty of war, A mechanized one, which, understandably, No one will mourn, like Edgar Poe’s aristocrats Who met the Red Death in their barricaded halls – That scene recalled to mind as, with a chill, One notes the Death’s Head in this photograph: The glaring, vacant hatches which are empty Eye sockets; the leering, broken grin Formed by the blocks of gray reactive armor. Like something out of Dia de los Muertos, Only with the festive colors turning here to rust; The grin decaying on the right to blackened gums – This modern abstract on the theme of that Which humankind continues to perpetuate. Reply
Acolyte July 3, 2022 Have Hope Throughout the darkest hours, There is still light to be found, Even if you are alone and scared, Trapped in this conflict. I send not a poem of conflict, But one of peace and tranquility, Find the strength to see through this, And share this strength with others. Even in the midst of rubble, A foundation can be seen, Find your foundation, And you will find hope. Reply
