Posted in O-R, Poems of Other Poets, ReligiousInspirational, tagged bard on the hill, beauty, bosom, dreamer, equity, fame, fool, freedom, home, John Boyle O'Reilly, Kindness is the word, law court, love, maiden, order, page, pleasure, poems, poetry, sage, seer, soldier, The answer is not here, truth, What Is Good, wise man on November 1, 2018| Leave a Comment »
“What is the real good?”
I ask in musing mood.
“Order,” said the law court;
“Knowledge,” said the school;
“Truth,” said the wise man;
“Pleasure,” said the fool;
“Love,” said the maiden;
“Beauty,” said the page;
“Freedom,” said the dreamer;
“Home,” said the sage;
“Fame,” said the soldier;
“Equity,” said the seer.
Spake my heart fully sad:
“The answer is not here.”
Then within my bosom
Softly this I heard:
“Each heart holds the secret:
‘Kindness’ is the word.”
Posted in Poems of Other Poets, W-Z, tagged A to Z, Alaric Alexander Watts, alliteration, alphabet, bard on the hill, Cossacks, engineers, generals, order, poems, poetry, Suwarrow, The Seige of Belgrade, Turkey, Ukraine, Xanthus, Xavier, Xerxes, Ximenes, Zarpater, Zeus, Zoroaster on October 30, 2017| 2 Comments »
An Austrian army, awfully arrayed,
Boldly by battery besieged Belgrade.
Cossack commanders cannonading come,
Dealing destruction’s devastating doom.
Every endeavor engineers essay,
For fame, for fortune fighting – furious fray!
Generals ‘gainst generals grapple – gracious God!
How honors Heaven heroic hardihood!
Infuriate, indiscriminate in ill,
Kindred kill kinsmen, kinsmen kindred kill.
Labor low levels longest, loftiest lines;
Men march ‘mid mounds, ‘mid moles, ‘ mid murderous mines;
Now noxious, noisey numbers nothing, naught
Of outward obstacles, opposing ought;
Poor patriots, partly purchased, partly pressed,
Quite quaking, quickly “Quarter! Quarter!” quest.
Reason returns, religious right redounds,
Suwarrow stops such sanguinary sounds.
Truce to thee, Turkey! Triumph to thy train,
Unwise, unjust, unmerciful Ukraine!
Vanish vain victory! vanish, victory vain!
Why wish we warfare? Wherefore welcome were
Xerxes, Ximenes, Xanthus, Xavier?
Yield, yield, ye youths! ye yeomen, yield your yell!
Zeus’, Zarpater’s, Zoroaster’s zeal,
Attracting all, arms against acts appeal!
The Bard on the Hill