Lest We Forget

By Alexandria Somirs

History speaks through crossroads and mighty old foes,

As Death’s roots cracks his grim chalk sigh,

And etches his hand on firestone walls.

His rows of marble white teeth,

Jaw up and down on our cratered battle scars,

War paints an un-coloured face,

Of dark – set wrinkles and light shaded freckles.

Both wrinkle and freckle together,

Make for an ugly taste.

Digging through soils of graves,

Where few modern day faces,

Breath in poetic yearning from lonely trenches,

Battered pens throw thought – wrenches,

Into history’s habit of repeating,

While jaws of graves of a thousand more bodies,

Sadly sigh and yearn these words of….

“Lest we forget”


Photo by Alexandria Somirs

Material Phase

Illustration by Sofia Nikitaki

By Alexandria Somirs

Things of a feather are flighty and proud,

Things of cement stay on top and below,

Both things are needed to un-haze all clouds.

Faith goes much deeper than what it sows,

Illusion shrouds our own artsy reflection.

Seeking balance,

Needing balance,

Our faithful cement needs our doubtful – hope.

Our human reflection needs our faithful sense

We wash ourselves with material soap,

Un-scraping the dirt from our lashy lens.

Seeking love,

Needing love,

A heart unchecked is a heart unbroken,

But happiness is more than just endless,

For happy to be, bitter must be spoken.

For as soon as feelings collide,

They’ll leave you breathless inside.

Seeking patience,

Needing patience,

Chasing desires on material roads,

Will bring about our spiritual foes.

Instead rest awhile in dark alleyways,

And sing yourself out of your material phase.