{"id":132130,"date":"2023-09-02T15:11:06","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T19:11:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=132130"},"modified":"2023-09-02T15:11:06","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T19:11:06","slug":"poem-no-3-dead-soldiers","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/poem-no-3-dead-soldiers\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem No 3 Dead Soldiers"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0Poem no 5<\/strong><\/p>\n

I have a series of paintings in red and black.<\/p>\n

Some sixteen of them in all.<\/p>\n

Before I did not like the colour black<\/p>\n

And rarely used red.<\/p>\n

Then I developed bad headaches<\/p>\n

They did not leave me day nor night<\/p>\n

And I had a real fright.<\/p>\n

I started painting in red and black<\/p>\n

They all showed people in fearful pain<\/p>\n

With buildings burning going in flame<\/p>\n

Such fearful sights that I did see<\/p>\n

Days and nights in nightmares.<\/p>\n

I painted a woman in a pit<\/p>\n

With vultures feeding on it.<\/p>\n

Then a phoenix arose from the fire<\/p>\n

The woman put on a new attire<\/p>\n

My headaches left me and I got fit<\/p>\n

I am in love with red and black.<\/p>\n

My canvasses are full of rivers of blood<\/p>\n

With black oozing out like night<\/p>\n

I find it such a restful sight.<\/p>\n

Red and black has given me a new vision<\/p>\n

A deep insight and understanding<\/p>\n

To love the archetypal\u00a0 and old<\/p>\n

As they are both pure gold.<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

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I have a series of paintings in red and black.<\/p>\n

Some sixteen of them in all.<\/p>\n

Before I did not like the colour black<\/p>\n

And rarely used red.<\/p>\n

Then I developed bad headaches<\/p>\n

They did not leave me day nor night<\/p>\n

And I had a real fright.<\/p>\n

I started painting in red and black<\/p>\n

They all showed people in fearful pain<\/p>\n

With buildings burning going in flame<\/p>\n

Such fearful sights that I did see<\/p>\n

Days and nights in nightmares.<\/p>\n

I painted a woman in a pit<\/p>\n

With vultures feeding on it.<\/p>\n

Then a phoenix arose from the fire<\/p>\n

The woman put on a new attire<\/p>\n

My headaches left me and I got fit<\/p>\n

I am in love with red and black.<\/p>\n

My canvasses are full of rivers of blood<\/p>\n

With black oozing out like night<\/p>\n

I find it such a restful sight.<\/p>\n

Red and black has given me a new vision<\/p>\n

A deep insight and understanding<\/p>\n

To love the archetypal\u00a0 and old<\/p>\n

As they are both pure gold.<\/p>\n

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I have a series of paintings in red and black.<\/p>\n

Some sixteen of them in all.<\/p>\n

Before I did not like the colour black<\/p>\n

And rarely used red.<\/p>\n

Then I developed bad headaches<\/p>\n

They did not leave me day nor night<\/p>\n

And I had a real fright.<\/p>\n

I started painting in red and black<\/p>\n

They all showed people in fearful pain<\/p>\n

With buildings burning going in flame<\/p>\n

Such fearful sights that I did see<\/p>\n

Days and nights in nightmares.<\/p>\n

I painted a woman in a pit<\/p>\n

With vultures feeding on it.<\/p>\n

Then a phoenix arose from the fire<\/p>\n

The woman put on a new attire<\/p>\n

My headaches left me and I got fit<\/p>\n

I am in love with red and black.<\/p>\n

My canvasses are full of rivers of blood<\/p>\n

With black oozing out like night<\/p>\n

I find it such a restful sight.<\/p>\n

Red and black has given me a new vision<\/p>\n

A deep insight and understanding<\/p>\n

To love the archetypal\u00a0 and old<\/p>\n

As they are both pure gold.<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

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No. 4<\/p>\n

Hockney is the greatest living British Painter<\/p>\n

Melvin Bragg is his buddy<\/p>\n

They Broth grew up in working class families<\/p>\n

In the north of England<\/p>\n

Hackney was in Bradford<\/p>\n

And Bragg was in Wigton in Cumbria<\/p>\n

Hackney’s father restored prams for a living<\/p>\n

Hackney carried all his art materials in a pram<\/p>\n

and wheeled it to school.<\/p>\n

And painted in five classes a week.<\/p>\n

He went to America and became famous.<\/p>\n

Now he has a big house in Normandy<\/p>\n

And also a large Mansion in Bridlington<\/p>\n

He wears a cloth cap and looks like a<\/p>\n

Country Bumpkin<\/p>\n

And is extremely dead<\/p>\n

I am not fond of his portraits<\/p>\n

Brag’s portrait is not to my taste<\/p>\n

But his landscapes are just so beautiful<\/p>\n

His stain glass windows in the Windsor Chapel are<\/p>\n

Just divine!\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 —<\/p>\n

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