To be eaten by a cow
In the darkness of war
Is the final insult for a body
Once loved for it’s beauty,
To be cudded in a field
And turned into a pat
So as to feed the thistles.
What else is there left,
Brave clover of the day,
You who killed for
Your king-cup and country
In two world wars,
Only to die broken
And in between bovine gums?
What else is there left
But to feed the next generation
Where red clover fights white
In the battle against evils
In the wars to end all wars
On the distant shores of France?
—
Jacques du Lumière
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Three Little Poems by Me.
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In the wind
the plastic bag
swirls round & round
like a small child
at a dance.
—
the dog-ends clutter
at the bus stop,
as fish around food.
—
The moon slides on my pillow
as I count the chimes of the brass clock.
I wonder if God is awake too,
troubled by dreams?
—
Sophie Lucy Morgan (aged 10)
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Tin Jail
When daddy takes me out
into the countryside,
he rarely leaves he car
and doesn’t want me
to go out of his sight.
The result is
instead of exploring fields and woods,
I’ve got to play
by a lot of crappy pieces of tin
all of them full of fat lazy men
who can not walk a mile.
—
Sophie Lucy Morgan (aged 10)
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I must credit Sophie for her brutal honesty!
Good to see the poetic juices are flowing again! How you speak in so many different voices/personas is nothing short of amazing, Terry. xo
I also meant with quality – there is never an excessive word… tight and emotionally powerful.
Sophie certainly covers it well….
I love sophie…I lovev the innocence of her thoughts
brought to us by you…
Excellent poems by Sophie but the one that has caught me today is by Jacques. He has a lot of insight into how the world works and his thoughts travel the gamut past life and death. I think he is the deep thinker on this page today.
Loved all of them and Sophie, she is honest to a fault and that is what makes her who she is. Possibly she speaks as a young Barbara Walters.
I like the comparison between cars and tins . So true . We don’ t know walk anymore and we become unable to enter the coutry side . ” Sophie ” is right .
The first poem touches me deeply because my area : Artois , Picardy has been a battlefield during war I and II and I understand perfectly what you mean about the bodies in the ground who feed the grass . War is horrid .
In friendship
Michel
i always enjoy reading yours poems. your last one makes me reaffirm that there is so much exploration possible in words.
peace
John
Jacques du Lumiere ~ the write here is a lament on war. Also, a statement to the belief of ‘no god’. Agree on the awfulness of war, but of course cannot understand the latter, for me, to believe this would be dead will you live.
sophie rocks!!!…..i like tin jail….it’stoo bad we can’t even walk a block down the street for fear of being abducted or killed..no one is safe… i live in cowtown…LOL…hope all is well with you:)
nice job Jacques, and Sophie’s Tin jail is perfect.
I liked them all, and have commented on the Clowne site Cheers Marj
True wisdom an understanding of God, I read quite a lot of the Jacques de Lumiere, interesting, what causes the prose of German/Jew? Just curious. I know nothing of the ‘order’ shall I say, but sounds like a secular oraganization for those who are intellectual. Why, you ask is it that Christians become offended by the three headed’s idea of worship? Because they do not worship in Truth [the Book Bible] rather they make a fist in God’s face. Tremble for them. Will they hardened their hearts forever?
In the wind
the plastic bag
swirls round & round
like a small child
at a dance.
This image is in American Beauty, I’m assuming you’ve seen it; but if perchance it is coincidence, go and see it, it’s breathtaking.
~V
Never seen American Beauty only a plastic bag swirling around in the wind.
I don’t have a sort of poem. How could I make it better?
Grat poems!!! AM I ro assume you changed your mind about shutting down your Clowne site?
The poem by Sophie about the moon is lovely. Innocent and yet deep.
ahh the moon…I love your poems…huggs…Sassy
You’re awesome. Being wordless I am, I overuse the word “awesome.” I apologize.
And now in the hot sand of Irak and tomorrow in the hot sand of Iran once Persian Kingdom. Modern Julius Ceasaers and Napoleons are still in power and send young guys to die for God and Fatherland ( La Patrie)
“the moon slides on my pillow
as I count the chimes of the brass clock.
I wonder if God is awake too,
troubled by dreams?”
These are so beautiful.
~lisa
to feed the cows
hence to feed the thistles
not to mention the poor worms
who never receive any thanks
Sweet, sassy Sophie! I see she has had a birthday. Happy 10th birthday, Sophie—-hope it was a wonderful, fun day!
Whoo-hooo! Love ‘em all. Especially the first one.
There’s a poem up at my site that your first poem here reminded me of. Thought you might know it, or at least get a chuckle out of it.
Lord Sophie has wisdom beyond her 10 years in her wonderings & ponderings her questioning of her father staying in his car is a question that shhould be posed to most of society which is satisfied with an antiquated pseudo robo world of encasements of one sort or another while there are fields everywhere with wild thistle blooming fulfilling one of Gods dreams ” beauty for ashes” thanx very thought provoking reading & beautiful magi
the second poem reminds me so much of my favorite scene in the movie, “American Beauty”.
thanks for the whistle. not embarrassed at all.
ryc: I’ll only forgive you for (unintentionally, I assume) calling me “sir,” if some day you make good on your wish to visit Istanbul.
sophie’s naivete is so simple, it scares me.
Grrr I hate wars. I liked what you posted on three_headed_sarahs ..but I wanted to read about Sophie so I ventured over here. This is so awesome …
ANd I’m glad the clowne’s site is not lost!! Double awesome. Take care.
Sophie is amazing! The war poem also stirs up some sombre images.
I like those short entries of yours as well. A plastic bag swirling in the wind is something I see nearly every day, I believe.
Thank you for your thoughtful comments: you’re right, the 3-Headed Sarahs is another good thing that comes in threes! Have a wonderful Monday!
I enjoyed them all, as usual….but Jacques is always my favorite of your voices. ~jacki
is Sophie getting older? i know her words are…
wonderful stuff
t
I just love Sophie. Hmmm…I sure don’t want to feed the cows. Although, they sure have fed me well…
Jacques wrote a very touching poem, wow, just beautiful.
Happy Birthday Sophie.
wonderful and thoughtful as always.
I hope you are well, LP
i really like the very first one. it has some soul floating out of it.
“The moon slides on my pillow
as I count the chimes of the brass clock.
I wonder if God is awake too,
troubled by dreams?”
Written by a ten-year-old???
B R I L L I A N T . . . . .
Envious of every child’s given genius,
But loving every bit of it.
Maryanne
The plastic bag in the wind reminds me of the film America Beauty.
I’ve finished the Curious Incident about the Dog in the Night-Time and I loved it! Quite an achievement.It reminds me of Catcher in the Rye for some reason.
Sophie is much wiser than her years.
i loved all of your poems. sophie is certainly an intelligent child, isnt she? <333
Sophie is always so vivid.