December 26, 2004
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I am sorry if I am doing no visiting for the next couple of days, but writing like mad on my novels and my poetry. If you want the best from me, you must remember I am an artist.
THE POEM CONTAINS A SWEAR WORD.
On The Beach.
On the white beach
we cry.
On the red beach
we die.
Do we not twist,
do we not scream;
when we realise that this
is no fucking dream?
On the white beach
we cry.
On the red beach
we die.
Such was our life,
such was our death;
a scream, a sob
or a last gasp of breath.
On the white beach
we cry.
On the red beach
we die.
And as we died,
we just knew
that our country would one day
hate us too.
On the white beach
we cry.
On the red beach
we die.
—
Jacques du Lumière
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post below: “Lonely This Christmas” by Tiffy Witherington.
(the first 17 chapters of “AnyWay” are now on Horace_Smith_Esq ‘s blog.)
Comments (28)
Of course we understand! At least I understand! Just go ahead and spend all the time you need to create stories and poems and other things! I’m sure I’ll enjoy them. I’m sure your other readers will enjoy them! And after you finish, you’ll feel a sense of accomplishment and other good feelings! ^__^
Hey mister. Great poem. So some guy named Jacques wrote it, eh? Swear words are ok. They bring out the meaning!
Hey Miss, I wrote it eh! And I only swear when all else is lost.
All may have been lost, then, but I think you found something, too.
Sad poem, sad day and always is when death is involved. I hope there is more in store for the human race than war, death and uncalled for dying. I’m all for peace when it happens.
Keep hammering away with your poems and who knows when it will find its way to the right reader and strike home. You do a good job reminding us of the horrors and I think that may be what it takes.
Regards,
A bit of sadness to your Poetry this day~Poignant~
Peace~
And we’re chopped liver?
I’ve been trying to comment for days and days. ‘Puter won’t let me. HOW ARE YOU? Better, I hope. Your poems are always so sad. I get tired of sad. But we need to be reminded. You do good work. (That last sentence has two meanings.) Love, from Florida, home of the hanging chad.
When the results of your sabbatical are as good as they have been in the past, who would object? I would say only the brain-dead.
I came just a hair’s breadth of being a real Tiffy Witherton. Thanks for reminding me.
Clever of you about the ‘undies’ comment. But, about 2 months ago, some teenaged XangaPerson wrote that same thing about moi on her site. So, you aren’t the first…hahaha! I’m still trying to picture what you did as both MacBeth and as an ugly sister. Gives one real cause for pause, eh?
It is ok not to visit and comment, you must use your time to write.
Your writing is more important also for us.
I always enjoy your writings. Take care and have a great day!
(((hugs!))) The really sad part is that it’s so true… so true…
Some learn to remember while most learn to not give a damn. For those who remember, tribute to the fallen is given, regardless of the righteousness of the cause. The honored dead faught for a cause, believing they were right… and others did so not out of belief, but in the knowledge that someone behind them would kill them if they didn’t. What a cold world we live in when we choose to ignore not just the defeated, but the victorious as well.
I’m glad that you enjoyed the story. I had a good time writing it.
Jim
hello there Terry
thanks for the visit
and yes u swore in this poem
Hey, thanks for the information. How did you find me? I will change the font color, I have been thinking it was not good being red and all. Later……
How interesting that the Sarah’s are so envious of my three headed friend. Now your writing is flowing right along. Keep it going.
Keep up with your writing. More important than visiting all of us.
Glad for your sake that your son is gone for a while. Wish you could get away from him all together!
P.S. Ian loves to “journal” It started when he was in daycare. Now he likes to write his “stories.” Maybe he will be a writer.
I hope you enjoyed your rest .I thought you were on a pension what work do? you do how on earth can you write so much .I am home all day but I can’t write as much as you . Happy New Year now .Cheers Marj
Beautiful and powerful …the way you make it to be …I certainly wouldn’t mind dying on this red beach …
That when I know I like a poem when I pause and reflect for a good long time and find new meaning in life. Thanks.
The poems are great as always: keep up the great work! I hope you and your family had a wonderful Christmas, and all the best for 2005!
this poem just screams to me d-day at normandy and the english beaches spectators crying?
well a wonderful christmas to you, and i have made a new site more dedicated to poetry and my dragon http://www.xanga.com/navigator_reborn ; killerwalkingstick has unfortunately turned a bit too much into a “personal” site with day to day crap.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year and work hard and keep your head up through all that writing!
John
A very pointed and well crafted poem. It makes death under those circumstances seem all too empty.
Moonpiesupafly is now known as MoonAssension.
I also really enjoyed reading the new Tiffy poem.
Peace.
You misspelled “bollocks” you cheeky Brit.
Sure, but only if you bring a rum cake.
On the white beach
we cry.
On the red beach
we die.
love it.
P.S. Aren’t you the popular one!