Sorry would be a start.
Though you cant take back your mistakes,
and you cant unravel time,
you'd think there would be remorse,
for such a self serving crime,
to send others out to die,
to pay the blood price you have decreed,
when its purely posturing and posing,
all about vanity and greed,
to secure a perceived niche in history,
glowing down the years,
is the extent of your ambition,
is the puny limit of your fears,
when those you have sent to die,
believing implicitly in you,
leave relatives behind who see,
that nothing you said was true,
there is no thought now for those,
whose number you dont count,
they are yesterdays forgotten,
though daily they still mount,
no thought of resignation,
no apology to those left behind,
just onward with the ego,
fast forward from those times,
as if nothing ever happened,
as if your lies are quite ok,
as if now is what to focus on,
and then was another day,
lost back in the mists of time,
obscured by clouds half seen,
not an affront to the living,
not impeachable and obscene,
you may want to move on now,
and ignore your past infamy,
but you should be tried for treason,
and jailed for blasphemy.
Malcolm Pugh
best cleaning company Highland Park ..Writing Poetry for TomorrowWhat does a man need to be... Read More
"How Do I Love Thee?" by Elizabeth Barrett Browning was... Read More
Here are three more poems by the author, Dennis Siluk,... Read More
Explore the meaning of poetry and the motivation of poets... Read More
Growing hurts sometimes; saying goodbye to friends, ... Read More
Four Poems: Katrina's PathwayHarvest of Apoplectic Horses ((Dedicated to: Katrina))... Read More
Have you ever sat there staring at the paper, ready... Read More
I Shall Wait..On all the new mornings, and every singking... Read More
Lima, City with the Stretched out WingsIt's an ink-black... Read More
If you are serious about seeing your work published by... Read More
Poet Stephen B. Wiley's first book of poetry, Hero Island,... Read More
LIFE IS A FANTASY!A pink-eyed rabbit, fuzzy whiteHops in bedrooms... Read More
Two Poems and an Analysis ['Witness,' & 'An Old Love']WitnessMy... Read More
"To My Dear and Loving Husband" was written by America's... Read More
You can do and you can be whatever you want.... Read More
Delicately, my mind was selecting a muffled tune, out of... Read More
Ah! Leave the gold, wealth and landSays the Inca King?;... Read More
She probably can't remember and I know I can never... Read More
Out of the eight poems provided here [all previously unpublished],... Read More
Burning Autumn Leaves [1950s in St. Paul, Minnesota]My long steel... Read More
Old skin, once held tight Against her skeleton- Rose no... Read More
Cesar Vallejo: Black RosesBow down your head ol' poet- To... Read More
AFRICA (to africans in diaspora)africa here i come, africa africa... Read More
There I sat, ninety-five degree weatherOutside; the bookstore caf?, was... Read More
Black Blood, in Jeremiah's Vines [A Dream Poem]And I heard... Read More
high-end home cleaning Winnetka ..The Epic Poem:A Death in Cajamarca, Peru [Atahualpa, in Cajamarca]Advance:... Read More
Take some time to stop and look at nature. Pick... Read More
YOU MIGHT THINK I AM STRONGI THINK YOU GOT IT... Read More
"Song of the Great Zimbabwe"Across the African, winter's skyIn the... Read More
Grandpa's House [The ole Real House]The house needed painting Sun-blistered... Read More
Chicken Soup is good for a coldSleep is good for... Read More
(The city by the bay of Northern California, near which... Read More
1) Shadows of the Andes [or: Song to the Andes]I... Read More
Frog SummerSummer grows hot, for the New-blooded frogs; The bugs... Read More
"To My Dear and Loving Husband" was written by America's... Read More
I WANTED TO SAY IT WITH A BUNCH OF FLOWERS... Read More
How I wonder what he's doing as I sit alone... Read More
Little girl from HuancayoDo you really, really know? Just how... Read More
During interviews and general conversations with the public,one of the... Read More
Burning Autumn Leaves [1950s in St. Paul, Minnesota]My long steel... Read More
The Monster Mash The Graveyard SmashHave you heard of the... Read More
Amy King's first full-length collection, Antidotes for an Alibi, insists... Read More
Kafka lands resurrected in Crewe deposited by a silvery alien... Read More
You've been writing poetry since that first assignment in your... Read More
I cannot bear to think of when you will be... Read More
1.Evil's CreationThou knowith evil clings To tender peace-; Nor does... Read More
How wonderfully sweet to be a dweller dwelling... Read More
Azra, Azra, Wake up Azra. Wake up Azra, It is... Read More
No one should have to beg or crawl before humanity.... Read More
Our home was warm in the shade of the trees... Read More
Poetry |