Never had I witnessed with my own eyes
real live war until now
a forty-inch flat screen television
makes it hard to ignore
I've been taught all about it in the classroom
my own parents were born after the bunkers
kept their dear mum's alive
and underground tube stations?
once long ago filled with people like you and I
hiding from the bombs
protected by the bricks that keep up each tunnel
deep under the London streets
to be honest it's always given me a sense of awe
a sense of pride riding the tube, even today
an everlasting awe of courage
in the eerie winds that blow so far underground
I confess that war history
has always left me feeling disheartened
the darkness of a warmonger
hard to believe it's happening in our world today
even harder to believe all of the innocent people
dying for nothing
if it gets any closer
I'll not get to hide on a platform of the underground
I'll just have to hope it doesn't get that far
best I can do is hide under an olive tree
ever hoping maybe I'll be protected by its branches?
so…
I'll keep looking up at the sky
hoping with all my heart it remains bright blue
because sometimes very sadly
our skies are red with blood.
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Teddy.15 (
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This is beautiful!!!!
Thank you very much mirrorball. 🌹
Hey Teddy – you’ve cracked it for me inasmuch as I experienced what you relate in parts of your rich poem. Your dismissal of war history I can only endorse.
Your concluding lines are solid, for which I am in frantic agreement and gratitude.
(I’m not mentioning the 40-inch flat screen television….mine’s only 32….😊).
thank you dear Dave.
32 inch 🤣 I'm not one to keep up with the Jones's and neither are you. 🌹
I too find it so sad that here in modern times we still have not learned to put down our weapons and live in peaceful times. Seems like man will not be satisfied until the whole planet is a smoldering rock of dead corpses. Disheartening? Yes, so very much so. But written so very well Teddy.
You just said it so well yourself dearest A.P thank you so much dear friend. 🌹
War is a nightmare, Peace is but a dream. 🌹
Separated by many more years than Europe from war on her own ground, the Americas feel relatively peaceful. Fewer reminders remain but the television brings it into the home in a surreal way, never before possible. Distanced from death that is separated by plastic, it feels distant. Your poem evokes many buried images of past horrors and atrocities of war, not so distant. I loved your most poetic title and last line "our skies are red with blood" and instead of just watching it passively on TV as if it were a sunset, we need to do something to prevent it. Very nice Teddy
Such wisdom you bring to this one of my most difficult pages of scribbles, thank you so much dearest sorrenbarret. 🌹
Well written, Teddy.
If this is the result of a young girl eating an apple. Imagine if she had made a pie.
Oh my, you say it so well dear Jerry, it's lovely to see you though, thank you my dear friend. 🌹
Powerful work Teddy. War is hell, to say the least.
Thank you dear Thomas. 🌹
Wonderful true words Teddy.
Andy
"War is created by people too old to fight for those too young to die!"
It's me and you on the frontline dear Andy, 🌹 thank you dear friend.
Dear Teddy even your parent’s account of the war has left the generational trauma. The damages are real, be it on the TV screen, or falling from the red skies above. Please keep writing as poems have real impact…
I agree, I wish I never felt the need to write this. Thank you so much dearest Parisab. 🌹
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