Where only poppies blow

Poems by Jan Theuninck
Published: 31/03/06

Hello,

I send you 5 of my poems, freely provided to you for use on your websites, articles, etc

Yours sincerely,

Jan Theuninck,
artist for peace, justice and civil liberties
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The real post-war power
is still the one of the “Uebermenschen”
and this “democracy” can’t be realized
but on the back of the “Untermenschen”!

© by Jan Theuninck


Polygon Wood

like a shrine
you lie
in the middle
of the wood
and warn
of those
who preach
peace
and make
war

© by Jan Theuninck


“Tyne Cot”

when you left
for the front
you were
living heroes
and now
you’re on top
of the hill
where only
poppies
blow..........

© by Jan Theuninck


“Passiondale”

badly shell shocked
can’t find my dugout
damned generals
where’s my pillbox
shells rain
craters remain
insanity or death
what’s the difference

© by Jan Theuninck


Silence!

don’t try to be
who you are

silence!

some more discipline
and a cheerful face

silence!

your duty is sacred
work yourself to death

silence!

your only way
is “their” way

silence!

© by Jan Theuninck