Poem #4 — TODAY (AUTUMN)

From my Poetry Portal

The windy chills smack my face

As autumn leaves start to crease

A few have left to pass the mess

To bid adieu as if to cease.

Then came a view of dreaded prints

Where toddlers’ cries invade my brains

A mangled hand resists to paint

The haunting echoes that haze the plains.

The breaking points of angst and shrills

Forever glued to all men’s guilt

Yet no one dares to throw the guns

And quit grabbing each other’s land.

The faulty drills of empty talks

Instill more doubts and crash old folks

As burning ashes piled-up the coasts

We weep in vain in shuddering loss.

We’re thrown in deep re-cycling feat

A never-ending love and hate

As we create the mortal beast

We claim that AI do the rest.

How many wrongs we have to learn?

From ‘The glory that was Greece, and the grandeur that was Rome’,

From religious schisms, to the Middle Eastern gloom,

From the first world war and two, followed by another few.

How many wrongs we have to learn?

Before we crash and trees are burned

Before the plague start to roam (again)

And cope another havoc as we mourn.

How many times we have to play games with fire?

How many times we have to seize and snare?

How many times we have to build and destroy each other?

Before we lose this beautiful world.

Author: Santayana Rose is passionate about writing and ideas.

The Takeaway by Lewis Harrison “Ask Lewis”

I love writing and reading poems. Poetry bypasses my left brain-intellect, and connects that part of me that seeks meaning, rhythm, emotional resonance, and literary texture.

For me, the best poetry has a natural richness of meter, intonation, and rhythm.

Many readers of poetry, aren’t aware of the fact that rhythm and meter are different, though closely related. Meter brings the definitive pattern established for a verse, while rhythm is the actual sound that comes from poetic words, and phrases.

I have many friends and associates, who write wonderful poetry. Usually they drop their creations into a Facebook post where it is likely to be noticed by less than 25 people. I have decided to create a Poetry Portal in a number of wonderful publications on Medium.com. Here I have gotten permission from my poet friends and associates to repost the writings of these gifted creators.

Here is an introduction to this series of poems.

When it states written by Lewis Harrison at the bottom of this poem it refers to the Poetry Portal. This specific poem is Satayana Rose.