Babe of six months,
made it’s cries,
along with greyhound,
family ties,
November breeze,
made cheeks cold,
as brand new eyes,
saw colours bold.
Boy of three years,
still it wept,
lo’ Mum and Dad;
a promise kept,
to teach first lesson,
calm and fierce,
as he watched,
above him, pierce.
He turned thirteen,
face now dryer,
ignored his curfew,
read a flyer,
light your own Guy,
with no care,
like-minded scamps,
were everywhere -
Young man explored,
just aged twenty,
greed was heart,
and thus, sought plenty -
impatient blast,
burnt his face,
then sore tears,
were back in place.
Sorry; still; aged
thirty five,
with his kin,
said he “tried”,
though, the sky show
did remain, but
was it cheer,
or warlord rain?
Thus, present day,
he cannot tell,
between a party,
or paid hell,
so, like a dog,
he stays indoors,
crawling around
on all his flaws!
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Author:
AuburnScribbler (
Online) - Published: November 2nd, 2025 12:11
- Comment from author about the poem: It's not just dogs and cats, that get scared of the booms around this time of year, certain people do too. Whether it's rehearsals, or the actual Bonfire Night proceedings, or the year round "show in the sky" to celebrate every occasion under the Sun, there are those who have a concentrated concern; of the bangs; above. With what's happened in the recent past, such a fear is understandable. Either it be from families who have been victims of war, or perhaps ex-soldiers who still have nightmares of their past, this self-mobilised uneasiness prolongs, because of the greed of piss poor leaders, that prolong outdated hatreds! I must let you know, I do not have a military background, but I do know people who do, and for the most part, like me, are not intolerant of such celebratory displays, such as fireworks at a birthday party or at Bonfire Night, but in the past, sometimes have showed a somewhat worry, especially when fireworks were going off at an "unusual time of year". However, as I have said, there are those, who are mentally ripped apart all the time, by all things loud in the sky. With that said, I give you this poetic story, of a man, and his ever so relatable choices, in a world, our world, that leaves a lot to be desired. The banner picture, depicts a calm sky, but alas, because of humanity's avaricious want to make everything a canvas, it has become cosmic paper, for both pyro-technic frivolities, and massacres that have rained down, that have taken away so much! Regardless of your outlook, I do hope that you enjoy reading this one, a millions time again, when will we get it right, and as always, please do stay safe everyone.
- Category: Reflection
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