George
Onsy
TO THE BLOOD
O blood,
I wish you had
A sound
To crack the
silence
Of conscience’s
Sleep profound
O blood,
I wish you had
No color
Reminding me
Of a flower
Once given
To a victim’s
lover
O blood,
Others’ or mine,
Stay on earth
To draw clear
A long-awaited
Red line.
ON MY BIRTHDAY
Years never stop
To come and go
Some were really
swift
Others, stubbornly
slow
And here comes
again
My birthday
After I’ve been
running
On my earthly
journey
That I thought to
be
A long .. long
way,
And from here an’
there,
I’m now trying to
pick
As many words
That have been
said
Between my archaic
cradle
And an up-to-date
deathbed.
Out of them all
I would weave
A never ending
song
About a lost
homeland
Where I do belong.
So when I’ll be
Done and gone
Across that dark
valley
A new kingdom
Will finally dawn.
Yet, my only left
endeavor
Is to tell all
about
His gift of life
that lasts
Here, now, and
forever.
Here comes again
My birthday,
And I would like
To ask you
My dear friends;
How longer
Do you wish me to
stay?!!
THE SUFFERING HUMANITY
O suffering
humanity,
You reshape in my
vision
A Suffering
Divinity
That once came
To share your
passion
But if you ask me:
Is suffering a
must?
I would suggest
you
To see The
Resurrected
Who wins at last.
George Onsy
I find To the blood to be one of the most original poems I have read, I is moving and deep....I will say by the poets inspiration, that the blood seeped into our world will turn to iron to fortify the land we have temp-orarily lost.
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