For The POET By DAY ~ Wednesday Writing Prompt ~ Joy Beauty and Death , Some Questions ...

A Thing of Beauty Is A Joy Forever
John Keats

I

Beauty is joyful
Is Joy only in nature ?
flowers reflect love,


Love makes us joyous
True love is rare, never found
Beauty? Ever present


If you look around
Truth makes the world happier
Then hate is drowned.



II

Why time stops still
the killer finds the kill
so suddenly coming?

why sharp is the strike
cutting like a knife
leaving us bleeding?

why common places
are becoming Senlac?
why life is a racetrack?

who is fighting for what
and for what winning?
this was not said by

Our Lord so Loving

why we dig but graves to fill?
On top of the High Hill, do you
see Proud Lucifer smiling ?

My heart with fear trembling
cannot for a moment be calm and still
hearing shattered glass and bullets shrill

Another blast another attack-
screams cries blood spilling
why death is brutal and erlking

For The POET By DAY ~ In Response To ~“LIFTING THE SKY” … A POEM FROM THE LATEST COLLECTION OF LONDON’S MYRA SCHNEIDER

'Allow your mind to open to this moment and your arms

to rise as they lift the palpable blue\

English Poet Myra Schneider 

    The sky is never engaged

in  battle,   not does it

itself cause a rattle,blue
 for visions, dark for secrets 

   The sky is never engaged

but shines in grey and gold

the angry  enraged clouds 

make it overcast and cold

 The sky is never engaged

in war nor bombs it hurls,

but sprinkles the darkness

with stars and shiny pearls.