Veteran Poets

  Bright, sunlit banners wave as soldiers march. As Francis Ledwidge, Irishman, parades, The sight and sound of laughter fill the air: “To war!” The drumbeat stirs all hearts to share.   Bold men are damned yet ready for the dare. Brave men, for glory, stepping forth as one as Wilfred Owen’s ‘Artist Rifles’ share;…

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The Choice

The best of dancers ruined by a host of other loves that to the heart may call. Some choices must be made or not at all. The dance too brief ; the song may end for most and fly away from splendor of romance. Crescendo reached and still the dance she owns. Life is too…

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The Mending

My world abandoned, Nature makes amends. A wild confusion grows at my front door. The mutterings of children heard no more. Beneath her gnarled roots a sallow floor.   Vines grab the windows once held curtain’s sway. With ghostly tread, cold silence roves her halls. No more the scent of Jasmine blossom calls. What mystery…

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The End of Eden

“The End of Eden” Eve offered it to Adam: “Take a bite!” Meanwhile, the devil wormed his slimy way into the apple’s core and out of sight. “Hey, Eve, where did you find this fruit today?” My friend, the snake, said ‘eat it’ and I did.” As Eve complained her stockings had a run, poor…

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“The Gift”

How may I give you my unconditional love? Pent-up, it is difficult. Placed in this small box it presses hard and escapes this tsunami in my soul. The Sodoka (a pair of Katauka) is a single poem which may address the same subject from different perspectives.  It consists of 2 to 3 line Katauka, the syllabic pattern…

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Originally posted on jacquelinecaseypoetry.com:
“The Meeting” If we should meet another time, my heart when we depart this world and travel far, remember how the looks between us start us to another place among the stars. Our love a pensive gaze; a sparkling shower of light where we embrace the need of each. Like…

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For All The Beautiful, Young Men

“For All the Beautiful, Young Men” I see the courage in their brave-lit eyes as Omaha becomes their shining hour. The camera’s caught the morning’s gray, dull skies. Men wait; committed with the bravest power. The ramp now opens; there’s the glint of morn. There is no turning back; no time to pause. Momentum made…

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The Flowers of the Field

Photo by Priceless Times Photography “The Flowers of the Field” The reach within your baby hands so sweet make father want to hold back ticking time but even you, my child , are forced to meet a different kind of father in this rhyme. He’s called old Time and steals your innocence Allows your golden…

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For Johnny

  (Photo by Jacqueline Casey) “For Johnny” When silver leaves sigh, trembling to the grounda brilliant gold is sprinkled everywhere.Sure, then I hear your laughter mid the soundof steps that shuffle up abandoned stair. When scarlet leaves dance, hesitant to partlay deep in dusty shadows, they intoneand whisper “I have been here where my heartknows…

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