Fire in the belly of mankind's heart ~

Fire in the belly of mankind's heart ~

A Poem by Frieda P


Can you hear fires roaring,
       lost in blood eye's
            translation 
of survival,
misted mountains mourn
        in smoky denial's regret,
city's a'flame on back burners 
              of concrete tears,
rivers bubble over
             of hollow souls
skies crashing upon
              lonely towns screaming, 
trees merely cast shadows
          upon the ground
without the fiery fight
             in the belly of man,
we burn together
         if not for fellowship
in the interest
       of humankind's heart,
communion with
          brothers and sisters
capture the heat
           within our souls,
and let us spew forth
                
      in unity's cry












                                                             “Nakhchivan " The Cradle of Humankind” 

© 2014 Frieda P



Author's Note

Frieda P

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I can sense all that you have put into this piece and I must say, it really blends well with the feeling of the world turning and turning in the wrong way while you partake in unity with others who feel the same passion brewing within them to somehow change something, anything. Well done.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

3 Years Ago

Turning and burning yes....thanks for your thoughts Tati, always muchly appreciated.



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Another beautiful write Frieda.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Eloquent and well put. awesome write

Posted 3 Years Ago


I wonder if those who scream and fight register that we all truly do burn together. Well done.

Posted 3 Years Ago


These are precious sentiments especially in the wake of all the craziness and hatred going on Ms. Freida. Wish it could really be. I could see how listening to this song could inspire this valiant prose.

Posted 3 Years Ago


This has cataclysmic tones and powerful imagery. I am sure at times mother Earth weeps at what we do to her and to each other. A great poem. Penny

Posted 3 Years Ago


It is difficult to confess liking something with the subject of my liking is one that I share too but I get carried by Frieda's words with memories of old as if one of the elves gave me a a push into their conciousness stream and I can therefore "see" and that is precisely why I like this so much. The effect of the words helps me to see and put myself in a place where I want to see more not less and hopefully seeing will lead to doing just one action that will not carry negative consequences.

In memories of old....

Thankyou

Posted 3 Years Ago


Maybe if the world were run by poets, it might be different.

Beccy.

Posted 3 Years Ago


The world is such a battlefield right now.Everywhere you turn destruction and poverty thrive.You have painted a very vivid picture of the world as it is today.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

3 Years Ago

Sigh, yes it is unfortunately, thanks again Vidya...
Vidya Bacchus

3 Years Ago

You are welcome ;-)
Given the billions of different conflicting opinions and interests that abound on this lovely planet, it's surprising that we still somehow manage to maintain at least a semblance of the human collective.

Sometimes though when the headlines scream yet another pointless conflict that mostly hurts the innocent, it's hard to believe in that elusive fellowship of the heart.

One day perhaps... Beccy.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

3 Years Ago

Sometimes I wonder if this is even a semblance of sanity......thanks for your thoughts Beccy...one c.. read more
Now this is more my speed and to
My liking long continuous thought lines well done

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

3 Years Ago

I thought your speed was 78 rpm's funny guy.....thanks Tate.
Tate Morgan

3 Years Ago

Haha lol I am old enough to remember what that is oh man you are in for it lol
Frieda P

3 Years Ago

Ha ha my kids still have a record player, they love their vinyl....

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