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Re: The Illusion of Glory

null@example.com (Jandle) — Sat, 18 Apr 2026 05:15:57 +0000

Awww thats lovely Peatle, I am going to keep that poem. That's special, thank you so much, that has encouraged me!

Re: The Illusion of Glory

null@example.com (Peatle Jville) — Sun, 12 Apr 2026 21:39:33 +0000

Thank you Jan for you encouraging kind words. I love the way you support and encourage me and other Chordians on here.

Jan the Ukulele Lady
In a land full of valleys green where waters play,
A light shines bright as Jan shows the way,
With ukulele's gentle strum,
She lifts us high, our hearts succumb.

Her laughter dances through the trees,
As chirping birds join in with ease;
A true Kiwi spirit bold and free,
In harmony, we find our glee.

Through fields of gold and skies so blue,
She shows the world what Kiwis can do.

Re: The Illusion of Glory

null@example.com (Jandle) — Sun, 05 Apr 2026 05:18:31 +0000

That is such a great piece of writing Peatle. It pretty much says how it is and how many of us ordinary folk think about war. You say a lot in that poem and I really like what you have to say. AWESOME!

Re: The Illusion of Glory

null@example.com (Peatle Jville) — Thu, 12 Mar 2026 05:53:24 +0000

Cheers thank you for all your comments. I think it's wise to scrutinize the statements from both sides in any conflict. Dictators often create chaos and pain that affects everyone involved, not just their citizens. As I said before I don't have an answer to resolve a complex problem. Power dynamics are complex. I think we should always ask ourselves when does strength become a force for good instead of just for world domination? Peace and goodwill to everyone.

Re: The Illusion of Glory

null@example.com (TIGLJK) — Wed, 11 Mar 2026 17:03:48 +0000

Pete,

to the victor go the spoils - including the history books written about what happened.
truth is vanishing in our world

Pray for ( the God of your choice) all children, grandchildren, and those yet unborn.

It's hard for me to accept murdering 30,000 of your own people and wanting to have nuclear weapons so that you can wage a war that could bring on armageddon can be ignored
by civilized people.
Great writing My friend

Cheers,
Jim

Re: The Illusion of Glory

null@example.com (Phill Williams) — Wed, 11 Mar 2026 11:10:28 +0000

Pedr. You have the mind of a genius and the words of the greatest of poets. Dare I say the foresight and intelligence of the greatest philosopher.
We can all see what's going on in the world; how who should be the great and the good are actually the wicked and bad. I'm not going to delve into politics or religion even though those are the two subjects that are leading this world to armageddon. All I will say is; all religions believe there is just one God, it's everyone's choice to worship that God in their own way but the way they worship causes them all to say " my way is the right way." So the question must be...is there a right way? Can there be a wrong way?
Getting back to the subject in hand my very dear friend, this poem is brilliant as are all your writings. May your pencil never run out of lead.

Re: The Illusion of Glory

null@example.com (Grah1) — Tue, 10 Mar 2026 23:27:00 +0000

Very powerful words Pete.

The Illusion of Glory

null@example.com (Peatle Jville) — Tue, 10 Mar 2026 23:01:32 +0000

I hope this makes sense my take on war as something created mostly by the corrupt and powerful on both sides.
I don't have an answer this is just my overview while not taking any sides on anything going on.

The Illusion of Glory

When whispers linger, cold as steel,
They preach of wars, a necessary deal.
A dance of death, they call it fate,
Yet in its hands, we find only hate.

“Holy wars,” they chant with pride,
But who is saved when innocents die?
Behind high walls where the powerful play,
The everyday soul has no say.

A tale spun sweet like honeyed verse,
While sorrow's shadow leads us to worse.
With each life lost in this tragic state,
Serving hate upon a tarnished plate.

Can virtue rise from ashes and pain?
Or is every victim just blood in vain?
The narrative shaped by hands unseen—
Innocent hearts cast in shades of green.

So tell me again how war brings peace;
When "necessary evil" serves but to fleece.
With irony etched in each scar and tear,
True evil thrives while we simply adhere.