This Battle is .... (2)

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    I hope the re formatting makes this easier to read.

    This Battle is .... (2)

    exciting the neurons of my soul….

    The bleeding dendrites

    beg for more…

    Weaving across the span -

    tangling, squeezing,

    causing pain.

     

    First shock and awe

    then grieving began.

    A denial of existence

    spread cross the land.

     

    ‘Til eagles wings,

    they did appear.

    No longer dancing

    with the fear.

     

    “Armor Up!”

    the warriors cheer,

    and face the Satan

    with laughter and jeers.

     

    Take flight or fight

    for another day.

    Send the wayfarers mischief

    on his way.

     

    Not one has authority

    to take my life

    or become the master

    of this beautiful city.

     

    For it is me that is on

    this road to redemption;

    this path tended carefully

    by the words: “Write On.”

     

    So let chariots of fire

    guide the way,

    dropping seeds of

    His lord’s sovereignty

    along the way.

     

    I am not done,

    I hope you are not too.

    Battles that have just begun

    never tell us who has won.

     

    ©22111750aJeanMarie

     

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    Insideme commented on This Battle is .... (2)

    04-14-2011

    Making a stand is a beautiful thing because some things are worth fighting for.....good writing as always jpkldy!

    jeanpnkldyg

    04/18/2011

    Thank you and I'm happy to hear from you.

    ayyan commented on This Battle is .... (2)

    03-19-2011

    Battles that have just begun never tell us who has won - a fine touching words which I like all the best - ayyan

    jeanpnkldyg

    03/19/2011

    Thank you.

    NevillePark commented on This Battle is .... (2)

    02-25-2011

    And it can be a battle to get the world answered by proxy. If we're of the world there can't really have full objectivity - - may take anyhow. I believe in the power of words as well but I can only see them as friends who are pleased to be around me rarther than the nails to pin it all down. Like your search. Your poem!

    jeanpnkldyg

    02/25/2011

    I agree with your objectivity comment in particular. In fact, it was someone else's words that inspired this. I've given my ear to harsh words before, and prefer to battle them rather absorb them into my soul. This particular author/orator needed to be stopped - if not for others sake, but my own and so far has been absent from my realm. Thank you :-)

    NevillePark

    02/28/2011

    I'm afraid I have to comment hastilly when on line these days due to the fact that the library is my internet until I can get back on-line. The down side is that I can't formulate my comments as I usually do and tend to blert them out without editing them. Sounds like I'm dissing what you wrote - just wanted to offer a diverse kind of view.

    jeanpnkldyg

    02/28/2011

    Sorry to hear about your library/computer problems. Thank you for clarifying!

    StandingBear commented on This Battle is .... (2)

    02-23-2011

    Not giving up one's space nor beliefs, not budging even an inch. Standing tall, fighting for what one believes in says a lot about one's great character. *I am not done .. I hope you are not too*... a truly fantastic write Jean Marie! .. StandingBear

    jeanpnkldyg

    02/23/2011

    So happy you took the time and thank you!!

    dancinghawk commented on This Battle is .... (2)

    02-22-2011

    love this battlecry, Darlin' :) acknowledging that the battles we take on shape who we are and help us discover new strengths and talents ... even discovering the cry itself is powerful, a mantra, and "Write On" is a great one ... much love to you and Write On indeed! -dh

    jeanpnkldyg

    02/22/2011

    You hit the nail on the head "discovering the cry..."

    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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