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Monday, August 26, 2024

Safe Haven, A Poem by Sarnia de la Mare, song by Tale Teller Club

 Safe Haven


Your hate they can feel

Goes way deep inside

And they can’t shake the feeling

That they’re going to die


The children are marching

Their Journey through Hell

Your hate hits their cheeks

And they die where they fell


Toy soldiers are melting

Dolls’ faces are breaking

This world that you’re making

Keeps taking and taking


Little pink hearts

Keep beating and beating

For love and safe haven

They’re waiting and waiting


Little girl singers

Little boy drummers

Your stealing their winters

Erasing their summers


Under the rubble

Of your toxic hate

The blood of the babies

Seeps under the gate


The gate of a home

Once filled with love

Where angels come down

To take them above


A place filled with doves

that you’ll never dwell

Cos all the warmongers

Are Going to Hell


© 2024 Sarnia de la Mare



A Daily Poem by Sarnia de la Mare #poem #poetry #lyrics







Duality by iServalan for Tale Teller Club


Duality


She stared at me,

From the sharpness

of the mirror.

Eyes black,

saddened by 

a life of cruel turns.

Her edges were blurred

by the echoes of herself.

the reflection reached out

begging to be touched

to be held as a mother would.

Always there.

These eyes!

following her everywhere she went.

A shadowed face

that wasn't quite her own.



One line cuts through

the center of everything,

she mused.

A boundary where

light and darkness

merge and pull apart.

Where truth whispers

in riddles to its opposite.


Between the black

and the white,

a world unfolds

where form distorts.

but meaning deepens.

where each angle

is a doorway to another

unseen reality.


Each half of her held

a piece of the whole,

a figure drawn

to both sides

a singularity

caught in the paradox

of existing 

everywhere

and nowhere

all at once.


Two faces,

one gaze

a dance in contrast,

a secret held

in the delicate

balance of what is

what was

and what might be


© 2024 Sarnia de la Mare











Sunday, June 2, 2024

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Sunday, April 21, 2024

Babes in Blood by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA #warpoem #antiwar #poetry


 The Angry Men 

So proud and strong

Upon the Backs of 

Of the Weakened throng

Let Mothers wash

Their babes in blood

As the men will roar

For the chosen good