Ogres Are Awful

Flower on Cement

In the green of our valley where ogres do dwell
We think thoughts of heaven. They act like it’s hell.
If they knew all the damage they did, would they stop?
Or try one more time to go over the top?
We’ve been very rational, patient and kind,
But the ogres are beastly and out of their minds.
Our blossoms they pick and then drop to the ground.
We suffer indecency and without sound.
I could go on but my heart would seek blame.
When they cry I’m reminded we all cry the same.

Yellow and Red


Linked to dVerse Poetics hosted by Kim of writinginnorthnorfolk.com with the prompt to write a poem to save someone’s life. I picked the theme “don’t let the bastards get you down”.
Photos: “Flower on Cement” above and “Yellow and Red” below by the author. Linked to Cee’s Flower of the Day.

 

Author: Frank Hubeny

I enjoy walking, poetry and short prose as well as taking pictures with my phone.

71 thoughts on “Ogres Are Awful”

    1. There are ogres everywhere. We probably don’t all cry for the same reasons, but as I see it we all cry even if secretly and that gives us the opportunity to open doors of empathy which allow other differences to be ignored. I am glad you found the rhymes effortless. Thanks, Sarah!

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  1. I remember the Latin (sorta) of this…don’t let the bastards get you down….Illegitimi non carbonendum est. Sorta of. LOL~! Didn’t study Latin in HS, but picked up that phrase. Love the rhythm and cadence of this poem, Frank. Made me smile, smile, smile. The last line is a killer.

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