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.
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.
That is so resonant with the times we live in, Frank. And beautifully written as usual.
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Thank you! I am glad you liked it.
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This has a lovely cadence. Bravo
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Thank you, Beverly!
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I think a lot of people do rhyming poems in a mediocre but this one was so good, it just carried me through effortlessly. Very nice!
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I am glad you liked the rhyme. If the rhyme doesn’t work it is often the meter or the message of the poem that is making the rhyme stand out more than it should and seem wrong. Thank you!
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I think I know what you mean. Like poem needs to have substance or the rhyme is the only thing going on.
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Very well written poem. Love those flowers; gorgeous photo.
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I am glad you liked those flowers. I was surprised when passing by to find one on the sidewalk. They look better when they are not picked.
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Isn’t that the truth.
Like humans, in a way. So often being picked means being picked apart.
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Beautifully written. Demons and ogres do constantly prey.
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Thanks, Veena! We have to watch out for them.
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I love this. As usual, your rhyme and cadence are perfect.
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Thank you! I am glad you liked the rhyme and cadence.
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“When they cry I’m reminded we all cry the same.” I love how this line resonates so much in our current situation today. ❤
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Ditto Maria! Unusual theme too Frank, very nice.
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Thank you, Diana! I am glad you liked that last line as well.
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This last line I hoped resolved the problem of those ogres and fulfilled the prompt’s requirements. Thanks, Maria!
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Yes, it did. 🙂
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life is beautiful like those flowers. 🙂
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Yes, it is! Thank you!
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the relevance of this poem made me have goosebumps. that line is resounding. sigh. sigh.
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Thank you, Rosema! I am glad it had a positive effect.
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Really nicely done
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Thank you!
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I feel this is perfect to soothe a crying child.. especially loved the ending.
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Thanks, Björn! I was thinking it could work as a children’s poem.
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Love the rhyme and the photos!
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Thank you, Lynn!
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Beautiful photos and lines. Beauty and the beast coexist. Life’s tragedy.
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It is like beauty and the beast. I hadn’t thought of that before. There is at least a temporary tragedy in all of this. Thank you, Sumana!
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Yes, we tend to forget that bullies, ogres and other beasts cry too. A great poem to save lives, Frank, and it trips so well off the tongue!
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I wonder if crying is the way we show each other that we are not so different. Thanks, Kim!
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Wise words.
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Thank you!
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Beautifully written and perfect timing with what is happening in the world.
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Thank you, Eugenia!
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“Our blossoms they pick and then drop to the ground.” This phrase… and the title… said it all for me. Nicely done!
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I am glad you liked it, Charley!
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This is very auditive, made for learning by heart and reciting to oneself when things get too much, especially online!
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I should have made a recording of it. I almost did. Thanks, Marina!
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Oh those ogres!
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There’s nothing like ogres to make one’s day. Thank you!
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So beautifully moving and a delight. 🙂
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I’m glad you liked it, Charlie!
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Very much so.
Poetry is such a wonderful place to express ourselves and paint amazing canvases in our work. Don’t you agree? 🙂
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It is! And having blogs to publish them immediately is great.
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I loved the flowers, and I see the ogres every day…. God bless em…..today I needed this…ready to go back in to ogre land…and fight another day…XXXX
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Thank you, Alison! Good luck with the ogres.
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Thanks for stopping by my page. I love your work. ❤ & 💡
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You’re welcome. Your pages are very informative. I am glad you like these poems.
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Ogres among us, and testifying (sort of) in congress today. The rhyme of this is effortless. So well done. But do they cry the same?? I wonder…
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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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Beware the ogres!! Loved the rhyme and rhythm of this. Read it aloud a second time 🙂
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I’m glad you liked it, Lillian! I almost made an audio of this.
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I love the last line especially, ogres cry too and often act out of pain 😢
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Tears are a door to empathy. Thanks, Xenia!
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SMiLes.. mY friEnd..
Saddest Ogre.. NoW
NotrE DamE Hunch
Back Phantom
Back from
Opera
STiLL
WiTh
NeVeR a TEar
oF SaD NoW for Happy
Tears FuLL BlossoMs Love..:)
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The happy tears are the best and may be better than sad tears as doors to let in empathy. Thanks, Fred!
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True.. FriEnd Frank…
A River of tears
Spelled
Care..:)
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This is beautifully written…loved the way it sounds when read aloud…and the underlying thought too…!
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Thank you, Sreeja! I am glad you liked the sound and meaning of the poem.
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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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I remember studying Latin in high school, but most of it has faded away. I am glad you liked it, Jane!
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I really like this poem, Frank.
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I am glad you liked it, Robbie. It is fun writing about ogres.
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Yes, you are write. I think Mike and I will weave one into our next Sir Chocolate tale.
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I enjoyed that! Thank you for following my blog.
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I am glad you liked it! You’re welcome!
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Very nicely written, and I love the image of the crushed flower. Thanks for sharing.
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I am glad you liked this. Thank you!
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