“The New World” more an idea than a place
forged from a sweltering ancient fire
the conception of inclusion
is old as the human race.
A New Trojan Horse
Tag: suffering
The Crude Colossus
Not unlike a brazen giant of freak fame,
With transplant faux hair and a bad spray-tan;
Here at his brain-washed, iron-clad gates shall stand
A mighty moron with a torch, whose flame
Is the persona of gaslighting, and his name
Betrayer of Exiles. From his beacon-hand
Glows world-wide “No-Trespass” sign; his eyes scan
The bridgeless harbor that his sinful cities frame.
“Return to your ancient lands, you matter not!” cries he
With puckered lips. “I don’t want your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses scheming to steal from me
Such wretched refuse shan’t set foot upon my shore.
Send these, the homeless, back across the sea,
The light’s off and I locked the door!”
by Hugh A Tague
The Oldest Battle
The Oldest Battle
It is the oldest battle ever waged
that of good and evil no soul is safe
light and darkness they are so described
In side of all of us they both reside.
No warriors weapons or battlefield
to either side a person’s soul may yield
the battle nor war can be lost or won
for life’s decisions can not be undone.
Without light in darkness we can not see
without darkness the light we do not need
a balance of each all of us must keep
then and only then can a soul be free.
by Hugh A Tague
“Burst of Joy”
“Burst of Joy”
( Storyline; first person)
by Hugh A Tague
Carried on the wings of my Thunderchief
High above the Earth’s surface
Below my feet a land divided
On the Asian Island chain
Communism creeps
The bombs on my belly
Loaded with freedom from afar
Fire of oppression finds me
Returned to the Earth alive
Received into the hands of the Devil
Five of Cups
Five of Cups
By Hugh A Tague
Today’s potential consumed by the past
greener pastures through these eyes yet unseen
raw emotion cuts the land wide open
without resolve in place I am frozen.
Obsession’s tight grip keeps me in darkness
my kingdom awash in future’s bright light
water of forgiveness flows in-between
crossing it means then my mind can be free.
Time’s Up
Time’s Up
by Hugh A Tague
Foot steps echo louder as they near my cell
they said I will feel a pinch then warmth
death row inmate to eternal sleeper
releasing fear’s icy grip to the reaper.
Seven years of appeals my time is up
a heinous act someone just had to pay
I’m innocent I didn’t do the crime
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Way Of The Warrior
This poem was inspired by
(Robert Frost’s “A Soldier”)
Way Of The Warrior
By Hugh Tague
The warrior’s body thrown to the ground
his soul released from its earthly bounds.
Freed to a place not known by men
Humanity struggles to understand.
The effect of his actions on the planet
taunt the universe we take for granted.
The weapons used to fall the man
rip, tear and destroy the land.
Sight set on victory at any cost
the warrior once stood tall, now is lost.
http://trrpoetry.blogspot.com/2013/05/poem-way-of-warrior_26.html
I Have Neither
I Have Neither
by Hugh A Tague
My lips dry and cracked
thirst for a droplet of moisture
water and shade are life
in this barren wasteland. Continue reading “I Have Neither”
Jack Frost’s Storm
Jack Frost’s Storm
by Hugh A Tague
A white birch bows to Jack’s command
laden with ice upon each limb and branch
all of Summer’s color, his magic blanched
silent, it’s burden held within a frozen trance
Nearby an old willow stands up straight
once flowing branches completely encased
Her limbs pulled to the ground from the weight
Summer sleeps under a canopy of crystal drapes.
The landscape has become unknown
locked in place with tools of ice and snow
a tranquil wonderland only he could sow
Jack Frost’s Storm, a spectacle to behold.
Here Comes The Pain
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Here Comes The Pain
by Hugh A Tague
The sky darkens with clouds of deep despair
Streets glisten in crimson as the pain falls
Now it’s time to tread where others have fled
Through these streets of grief now painted in red.
An umbrella my only protection
Safely in the shadow of this shelter
Flooding negativity is insane
The streets now run red with sorrow and pain.
Sounds of suffering thunders from above
Freefalling from ominous dark black clouds
Can I weather another storm of pain
Am I strong enough to walk through this rain.
All that is good takes shelter from the storm
Nothing I can do to make it all stop
Searching the sky for a glimmer of hope
Just one ray of sunlight will help me cope.
Streets glisten in crimson as the pain falls
Sounds of suffering thunders from above
Now it’s time to tread where others have fled
Through these streets of grief now painted in red.
A Ladder of life
A Ladder of life
by Hugh A Tague
All that you are
and all that you aren’t.
Shadows of those
who came before you
destiny’s written
yet remain unknown.
A double helix tablet
etched in space
with moon dust
seasoned in starlight.
Each strand yours
and yours alone
a most exclusive gift
from infinite expanse.
A ladder of fate.
A ladder of life.
They Will Dance
They Will Dance
~ Hugh A Tague
They will dance in the day’s light
they will dance in public or alone
they will dance in their bed at night
they will dance in their house or a home.
they will dance
They will dance to a tune no one can hear
they will dance for they have no voice
they will dance without hope or fear
they will dance because they have no choice.
they will dance, they will dance
One day their agonizing dance will cease
no longer will they move their hands and feet
that look in their eyes we shall never again see
until that day when they are finally set free…
they will dance. they will dance,
they will dance.
Haunted by Huntington’s
Haunted by Huntington’s
by Hugh A Tague
From this chair of questions
that have no answers
I look out the window
at a world I no longer know
once a vehicle
to enjoy life’s bounty
a prison for my mind
is now my body’s role.
The monster that attacks me today
for a lifetime slept quietly inside.
It fears nothing
there is no known cure.
What enabled it’s genesis of destruction?
What awoke this unforgiving beast?
How can something so evil
seek and achieve asylum
inside a pure and precious life
yet unborn?
The killer hid inside my father
he unknowingly passed it
to my brother and me
It took them to another place
and now for me
there they wait.
My pain is one of emptiness
from a life that was once so full.
Even surrounded by loved ones
still there is a loneliness
a loneliness
that no one
should ever have to bare.
The tears that fill my eyes
are not for me
but for my children’s lives
and that which is unseen.
My insides twisted with a guilt
few could understand
that which consumes me now
I hope never finds them.
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