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Elizabeth J. Langley

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Glenwood, NSW, Australia

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Vanquished

by

Elizabeth J. Langley

The child's tears briefly washing away the pain
The crumbled ruins of wars insanity
Flashing, smoke a broken pipe but still no water runs
the heat haze of a dessert day
harsh under the Afghany sun the soldiers passes by
they spoken in foreign tongue of war
they spoke of justice to make trial for something wrong
the child knows little other then his fathers dead
His mother huddles in the reminants of rumbled hell
The soldiers left the other day the same way they came
they brought pain in search of justice
To defeat the devils own
They left a mother and child without a home
a war of words of sorrow
a world without tommorrow
A holy war for whom all are victims
the terror on their own.


Shadows Day

by

Elizabeth J. Langley

The sky awashed with hues of red and gold
The sun shimmers on horizon bold
The heat of day is almost gone
A shadow of its former glory
Now dusted with the evening sky
A star or two that twinkle high
And with last glow the sun is gone
A sunset puntuates its end
as gentle ushers the days friend
A night to start or is it end?
The sky with dark black crusting blues and reds
As a wind blows cool as hues grow cold
the night just shadow for sun glorious day
I sit and wonder as this world turns
A partnership of black and light
With each day comes shadows night.


Penned

by

Elizabeth J. Langley

A poet writes in black and white
In hopes of feelings to ignite
Passion, Pleasure, Joy and shame
In each flourish exquisite pain
Words, WORDS, Words to drive insane
For its words that make the poets day
Its words that paint verbal bouquet
To each and every soul that reads
A taste of life through writers guild
A poet is the sharman of words
Sometimes spoken, not always heard
But rest assured the story told
In verse or rythm a story bold
for all its readers to behold
A laugh, a tear, a sombre moment.


The fool

by

Elizabeth J. Langley

The fool is one who walks and talks
A stranger to original thought
Malcontent through its ignorance
Stupidity used in dominance
The fool numbed of worldly presence
Language a display of his awkward way
A fool without rhyme without reason
Babbling with nonsense sound
I look with focus, so hard, but no
intelligence found.
The fool content with stupid grin
empty dull without sin for two
stupid to develop concerted thought
a moron of offensive capacity to distort.