life
was a lovely lullaby softly sang at dusk
but now it is dawn the hum of silence
of poverty coldness of arms lost to bombs
of memories and of orphaned cries and lies
close your eyes love remember smiles songs
of the womb soft throbs of laughter's light
hear: it is the birth of the smiling grenade
it is the birth of the ring pulled on tears
come let us spread particles of forgiveness
all over bloodshot skies: over starless sneers
let us start the war the healing brusque
hush now my child start the soft violence
of love
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Author notes
If you turn this poem on its side, it shows the Two Towers ... the lines of the buildings.
Myrataal: I have 20880 comments right now ... but in a few minutes it will be more! GRIN
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A contest entry
- For those who have made 15,000 comments or more by Danna Hobart.
390 points, ended October 20, 2008, 5 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Congratulations to you as well
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So glad you entered this contest.
The picture of this poem breaks my heart. I just want to take that little guy and hold him tight.
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The form of this poem was just one more bit of icing. When I saw your title, I was curious to see what you would do with it. You have written a poem that defies the somewhat cutsie title of "Smiling Grenade". I'm most impressed! I like the theme and the plain (almost stark) background. I do hope that one day we as a species will mature beyond the need for war, but even in Revelations that is all there seems to be...
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This makes me think and it makes me sad but it's a story that must be told. I did smile when I read your notes. Do you realize you wrote a formal style? Myra the queen of free style wrote in form! It's called a "Concrete or Shape Poem." hehe...
Love,
Amera♥
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My sweet and precious fellow warrior of Light, count me in. My heart is ready, my wit is sharp. We will witness the victory of Love standing on the smoldering ashes of treason and abuse. Ack,
Chris
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Hey you can stand with me on my freedom soapbox and shout this from the mountain top! You aliterate the deep meaning, war to be free is stronger than a war of destruction, if only more would see it as you do. Love, C
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