Conflict Poems
Apologize for What?!
by Scott Biggerstaff
For caring? For helping?
I know a plea
Nestled in a request.
I know what I heard.
Should I feel remorse
When, once wound,
Gears turn?
He’s angry -
I feel it like a compulsion
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Listen Twice
by Md. Kausar Uddin Ahmed
These days,
We don’t listen to understand.
We listen to reply.
Half the time,
We’re not even hearing another.
We’re just waiting for our turn to talk.
Strange, isn’t it?
Allah gave us two ears, one mouth.
Maybe that was a hint.
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To God Be the Glory
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
This candle burns slowly —and with the severity of courage
We pick our way with utter caution down the bombarded stairway
One thing is certain: we must flee from this scoffing pillage.
Aided by fluttering tallow, our vision is haunted by the airway.
Buttercup Blues
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Mom captured my truth,
As a sixties flower child,
Yet in bloom of youth!
Conflict
by Mario Odekerken
Truth stands still,
hard and clear,
like a mirror that refuses to break.
Feeling moves,
soft yet insistent,
whispering of a path that seems lighter.
Between knowing anď longing
a fracture opens,
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Conflict
by Mario Odekerken
Truth stands still,
hard and clear,
like a mirror that refuses to break.
Feeling moves,
soft yet insistent,
whispering of a path that seems lighter.
Between knowing anď longing
a fracture opens,
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Tweestrijd
by Mario Odekerken
De waarheid staat stil,
hard en helder,
als een spiegel die weigert te breken.
Het gevoel beweegt,
zacht maar dwingend,
het fluistert een weg die lichter lijkt.
Tussen weten en verlangen
ontstaat een scheur,
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Listen Twice
by Md. Kausar Uddin Ahmed
These days,
We don’t listen to understand.
We listen to reply.
Half the time,
We’re not even hearing another.
We’re just waiting for our turn to talk.
Strange, isn’t it?
Allah gave us two ears, one mouth.
Maybe that was a hint.
......
Rockets over Iran versus rockets over Israel
by Mario Odekerken
Rockets over Iran,a sky cracked with fire,
cities hushed beneath sirens, prayers rising
in smoke.
Rockets over Israel,walls trembling in the dark,
children sleep in shelters,dreams pierced by fear.
Different soil,same echo,
metal falls without a name,
and the earth forgets who started it.
Message from the Cathedral
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Between the altar
and the belfry of the village cathedral,
an ancestral differenceꓽ age-long toll of the bell
and
historic quiet —
all to measure the heartbeat of man
and ascertain the valour in him.
It's wartime, we are sadly reminded!
The sounds of bombs come with both
Heart-cracking noise and necropolis-silence.
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