Poetry
“I just wrote this after someone tried to tell me that oil (and the spill and how we can stop drilling to avoid further combat) has nothing to do with war and this person said “No its all religion” (and tried to tell me about religion) and really at this point there are 300 reasons why we are at war and none of it is of any worth so here it goes: I just named it . . .”
Rainbows
its all of the above
war, i mean
hand to hand combat zones
DMZ’s and bibles
held
as bloody knife blades
to
our
throats
its all the above
you know what i mean?
war
has
no
place
in
my
world
all actions
speeches
donations
and newspapers that
lie
when a mother dies
a child cries
the bombing still continues to defy
THIS
and the ultimate creator
just sighs
holding in their palms
a grueling mass
once benign
now cancerous
melded
molded
muddied
hardened
hated
gruesome
parts
of bodies
lie amid smoke signals
from lives past
history books
never spoke the truth
and we are here
to do just that
with our mouths
fingers
hands
toes
teeth
lungs
hearts
our hearts
my God my heart it bleeds
like the oil that spills from veins
the same color blood
as my own
nation to nation
culture to culture
religion to religion
it doesn’t matter
we are all
ONE
our hands are tied
by snickers bars and nestle
starbucks and best buy
for power and greed
is not what i bleed
my blood
my blood spills in rainbows
from atriums and ventricles
into the water we drink
the air we breathe
the soldiers we lose
the children who suffer
the mothers who pray
for some kind of
light
my blood,
my blood it spills like rainbows.
© Susan Marie 2010
Art work by Craig Tracy www.craigtracy.com
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This was awesome Susan Marie! Truly heatfelt!
Super job. you keep it up.
this was so awesomely cool Susan!
You are a Kaleidoscope
that never ceases to dazzle
in living color, or starkly clear
your words ringgggggggggggg
through the hypocrits, the posers
and the weak of heart.
You color my world.
Shukran Nadir, you are much too good to me.
ahh Michele you are my sunflower . . . like I say without you there would be no nature. Thank you for your beautiful words that I horribly miss.
It’s the first time that I’m visiting your page, Susan and WOAH! =)
I read this poem twice and every time I read it, it grew on me in a different way. The pain, emotion, sensitivity and purity of feeling touched the cords right in the core of my heart. It has strong power and an effective beauty which casts a spell on one’s soul.
Beautifully composed =) Keep writing. It’s worth doing.
Thank you so much. Harlem World was kind enough to publish this for me. That is beautiful what you say my writing i very important to me. I have this on audio online also. I am so grateful for your words.
Susan,
If possible please provide your audio link fr readers. Also, thanks for the kind words.
Daniel
HW
Daniel, thank you.
Rainbows: (scroll down this is the only single audio I have of this)
http://www.reverbnation.com/susanmarie#/artist/artist_songs/88236
Thank you…
Okay Woah that’s great. I would LOVE to check out the audio version too. For now, I have just ‘sensed’ the sensation of this poem by reading. I am crossing my fingers to ‘feel’ the feeling when the voice will echo in my ears.
And undoubtedly Harlem World has made a right choice by publishing your work =)
Thank you!
HW
Thank you Daniel and Hira, the link above is the only server I have that has this on there. I do not have it by itself to place online (yet) and is also on facebook on my tabs. Harlem World is a great publication.