A WARRIOR'S TALE

I said I'd stop writing these kinds of poems but someone always comes along to inspire me with some magical thinking hippie bullshit.

In solid days when I was young
Answered the call to war
Run towards the sound of fury
A demon's blood lust w***e

The screaming Valkyrie in my soul
I feel her in my core
A wild card of phallic madness
Tales of warrior lore

A tortured sky of death machines
The distant flashes rumble
The rattle of machinery
Stones and mountains crumble

The ghosts who followed me back home
Tell secrets of my past
Cast long shadows on the ceiling
Reminders of my caste

The safety of civilian life
Cracks my warrior bones
Getting soft on listless boredom
My weapons turning stone

Turn into your daughter's lover
Plant my warrior seed
Raise another righteous army
teach my warrior creed

Traitors and cowards cry for peace
My likeness they deplore
Peace is never gonna happen
Without the call to war

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

Fascinating - this speaks so eloquently of the mindset or programming or whatever you call it of young men mostly but I suppose some warrior chicks - we tap into that DNA - that berserker identity and we excel at the fight - but then we come back home with all that horror and glory saturating our every cell - and peeps wonder why we cannot just "be normal" Every culture has it. Every generation. I personally think this is a standout piece.

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you TL. I appreciate it

[Malcolm J. Watt]

Pretty good writing but the opinion I cannot abide. 1914-2013 is a war way too long to endure. It is time for a meeting of the Moot and give you warriors one last final boot. I know that this will enrage and make the bloodthirsty engage in the deceit of victory. You forget the bone pickers serve the grave diggers after the birds have had their fill. There is still a place set for you at the supper table. The RSVP is in your hands. Peace.

[Baby Ricochet]

Nice rhyme. It's an open site and you're entitled to your opinion. Thanks for stopping by

[Relic]

Your last stanza says it all. There are terrorist warnings going on as I write this. It takes special people to go to war for their country. Some may think they're nuts, but without them who knows where'd we be and who would be dictating what we do. This is a great poem. It goes without saying--thank you for all you've done Ric.

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you Relic

[Claire Barsett]

A song comes to mind as I finish reading this. Five Finger Death Punch - Remember Everything.

[Baby Ricochet]

I don't know that one. I'll have to check it out

[Will]

I knew that wouldn't quite be "The Last Poem." That said, this is very good my friend. You paint the picture if hearing the call to serve, and it is both a majestic and a frightening sound. It reminds me of the Florence and the Machine song "Drumming Song." Nice flow and meter, well done.

[Baby Ricochet]

I love that band. I don't know that song though. I'm gonna have to check it out. Thank you Will

[Will]

I think it's on the album "Lungs" if you're gonna go looking for it.

[Commanda Panda]

This is a great peace that tells a tale of how fucked up soldiers can get when they go into battle. A lot come home and don't know how to treat their families like actual families. A lot come back with PTSD. Even if they come back whole on the outside they may not be on the inside. And for what? Nothing really.
I can't remember who said it, but there's a saying that "the rich send the poor to war." It's always about money and territory.

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you. It's good to see you Brotha

[Commanda Panda]

Been focusing on other endeavors, but I always seem to come back here eventually.

[Marie]

I'm pretty sure I read this one before.

I don't think peace is ever going to happen, period.

[Baby Ricochet]

My Poem. "The Lament of Peace" is similar to this. Frankly I'm impressed you remember what I write in such detail.

[Rita L. Sev]

Never stop writing what only you can say... Well done.

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you Rita

[Mark]

When you write from your core, it's hard to say no. Byron was a warrior poet, some of his stuff is truly great. He had a way with words few manage to come close to.

I'm not saying you are as great a poet as Byron was, but you have talent my friend and here you show what's in your blood. well done.

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you Mark

[Frieda P]

Read this one twice already, even though you swore you'd never write these again, you put your guts, heart and soul into this, it's apparent in all of them I've read, this is truly a passionate subject for you that oozes and bleeds from your pen Mark...

[Baby Ricochet]

Yes it is. Thank you Frieda

[Frieda P]

Always.....my pleasure.