They say anything and everything has a reason; but lately, I am realising that this rule doesn't apply to me.
Dare not fire or sun blaze my staras lumberBeware, if fate lurking behindwaiting, pouncingherThen mayhem comes lashing downto earth, for sureCrushing all the world, spewing fierygunpowder
Me first..so true Jac the mayhem gunpowder can cause.
Every gun that is fired, every warship launched, every rocket sent signifies in a final sense, a theft - a theft of lives lived, dreams dreamed and hope kindled - a mayhem and crippling of spirits, and the biggest of all crimes ever.....Me
shall i ask u want u want me to say??
"I love the smell of napalm in the morning"..Apolcalypse now!!
starryCould it not ??:)
roseTrue I agree.mia culpa ! mia culpa ! mia maxima culpa !Those are Latin or Spanish words and it is a famous prayer for Christians, especially the Catholics.No ! no ! Don’t ask a catholic if you are not one… ask a priest.:)
sophiache sara sara:)
mathewha haNapalm ??I think cordite is more suited, I know the process too. :) Well ! That too needs a "spark", does it not ?yes it is Apocalypse, if not paid any heed… but not before taking a bite from your Mum's appam and mutton stew or else I have to be contented with Bestotel, the second best.Thanks, Mathew !
Maybe gunpowder will destroy all.
Jac it could if used only for the right reasons.
hellbunnyGunpowder can destruct, but it also is tamed, for useful purposes, such as extinguishing an uncontrollable fire in an oilfield or an oil rig.:)
starryI understand, but is that the only thing that can cause a mayhem or a havoc ?But I will keep your words in my mind, thank you, Lalitha.
I HATE guns, ANY kind of guns, ANY kinds of weapon who do nothing but inflict pain and destruction, horror and despair!!I echo Rose ...(BTW .. it is "mEa" culpa! It is Latin and means "My guilt, my guilt, my very big (biggest) guilt")
munichI too don't like guns of any kind. You may notice that the poem is not about guns or gunpowder really.Thanks for the corrections; in fact I knew the pronunciation and the meaning from my days as an Alter boy in my childhood.I even tried it yesterday through a translator for Spanish and I got the same result.Thanks a lot.
I think every gun in this world emits nothing but havoc!I absoulutely hate guns!Take care!-Margie:)
Buuuuuuuuuuuuu, sorry to be so dissapointing on this first comment after such a long time but... I didn't quite get the poem... maybe it's the drought...Will come back! when i'm not so dry ;)Loads of hugs!!
samuru999This poem has no relation with guns, and gunpowder is a symbolic term for fire and flame.I too hate guns. But it is a general belief that when the world is at the end, fire and smoke prevails.Gunpwder is used for extinguishing flames too.Thanks for the visit.
MoNAfter a long long time :)!!!!Ok, then you will have a mail, come back and read again.((((hugs))))
Ok.. Im not a catholic and I am askn you.. Wat ds it mean?..Me
u got a mysteriously beautiful pen
Actually it's Guns that should be destroyed...we shouldnt allow guns to destroy us.Keshi.
No gunpowder shall ever spoil the sweet lumber when a guardian angel like u r there for the star u care....
Geez, Jac, I went from reading Walker's post on war to this poem. I need to go back to his to comment later but...well, you know my son was in Iraq so you can imagine how both his post and your poem had different meanings to me than probably to some.So few words in this poem...yet they packed a punch...just like...gunpowder. You are SO talented.
roseIt means an admission of guilt. As you have accused me of the biggest of all crimes...:))"My guilt, my guilt, my biggest guilt" Translated to Mal as; 'ente pizha, ente pizha, ente valia pizha'
mindMy pen mysterious, yes...but beautiful ? I don't know.If only all will realise that there is no guns in the poetry.Thanks for the compliment.
keshiGunpowder is not gun, it denotes flame and fire here. In this case, is there is a 'gun' in 'begun' ???:))
indianadocOf all the people, just you realised the point. All forgot the 'if' and then jumped on the gun...from the gunpowdermy words trapped inmy arms wrapped inwhen swords moves innow meekly, I gives inThank you doc, for the understanding and grasping it.
monicaIt is not guns or wars... it is about 'Apocalypse' as reader mathew has rightfully said, and nothing to do with guns.:)
Jac I feel so stupid.really thought it was about guns.
starryNo worry, it happens to me too. We live in a world so fast, where the time is the core of life.I some times see a poem in some blog, read and like it. With out looking at the bottom of the post, I congratulate the blogger and leave in a hurry, not knowing the fact that it is written by Emily or maya.Out comes the next day; with reply from the blogger correcting me...I have to use my mohanlal smile to cover up my foolishness. LOL See what happens? Consider that I am delighted beyond words at your frankness.A pleasure having you here, especially being a starry name
sinister, sinister.do u predict an early downfall of mankind my friend?:)pray not.peace..!!\m/
Grateful buddy..U should come up with more such cryptic prose.. ;)cheers......
Che Sara Sara....
preacherSinister, not nowA devil, not nowAnd I do, yes...ifPray not for me if... but thanks for praying.Peace, I hope.
mathewGrateful and gratitude ?... and for what ?I too am grateful :)"For each new morning with its light,For rest and shelter of the night,For health and food, for love and friends,For everything Thy goodness sends "-Ralph Waldo Emerson-Yes, you will have it...cause I love that word "cryptic". I thrive on it, buddy ! :))
Jac... this IS good! i mean, i could feel... like those rock songs! :)
neersA delight to hear it from you. Yea ! Like a punch, like the rock songs, like the thunder, only it is high frequency...very few can really hear.:)Thanks
MAY PEACE BE UPON YOUR SOULS, HEARTS, MINDS, AND BODIES...AMEN.
SaraPeace to you, and welcome to the window to my soul.I just visted you too. If you find something that interest you, please come back and be my guest again.Doors open to all.
when fate is seal not by starsbut by loveworshipped not from aboveor from a farbut held in ones heart
novyAnd when hearts are caged for everthe fates remaining sealed for everis it, a worship ?or it, a hardship ?
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