June 22, 2010
Amidst the cheerful throngs of men,
Beneath the joyful songs of content,
An inner swelling contracts violently
On this celebrated day of man.

Beyond the bugles’ triumph,
Below the wrought-iron gate,
Enter in the victors of battle,
Survivors of sword, arrow, and wrath.

Instantaneous to the king’s barks,
The heroes are wreathed at once
While horses’ hooves continue to prance
And heavy clanking noises resonate.

Upon arriving at altar destination,
The triumphants dismount shakily
And just the same fall to their knees
Before garnishly adorned throne.

“Mark ye, noble knights,
This day in which you walk
Bruised and scarred and bleeding yet,
Ye valiant warriors of life.”

An inner itch seemed to surface
As the soldiers grit their teeth
And heads familiar of humility
Dare not raise their sights.

“This day, all tears will fall
And all whines will sound.
Excruciating pain will dwell within
As limbs give way too easy.”

Oh how the softest of men
Is aroused in sentimental remark,
And yet the soldiers remain
Visibly composed to every watching eye.

“But after today, pain will evaporate
Into the cool moist air.
Gags will hush as wounds will close
Throughout the days ahead.”
An exuberance of emotions began to flow
As both kneeler and observer
Subdued to the overwhelming revelation
In which pretense bears no seed.

“Rise now, legionnaires.
Dispatch on thy steeds
Towards the rising sun
And turn not back here.”

And so the soldiers rode
On steady path without destination
With a constant echo resounding,
“But forget not ye scars.”

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Thesilentraven This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 29, 2010 at 2:53 pm

Reading another one of your poems, I am again surprised at your poetic eloquence. You write about deeper things than bare feelings, blending emotion with intellectual ideas.

Could you comment on one of my poems? You can criticize it 'til I cry, I will just be delighted to read that 'a reader has commented on your article' message.

chrisbriones replied...
Aug. 29, 2010 at 5:11 pm
Thank you very much. I honored that you admire my writing. And I'd be honored to read every one of your poems. I'll tell you exactly what comes to my mind. No sugar coating or lies. And i will look for what your message is in each as well.
Marlyre This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 25, 2010 at 8:25 pm
this has a wonderful atmosphere about it, especially triky to keep when speaking in ye olde English... I wouldnt be the same without my scars, and I bear them proudly--love the last line!
chrisbriones replied...
Aug. 25, 2010 at 8:40 pm
The last line is meant to reverberate strongly, with just that. Scars shape us. Thank you.
xXsmileXx This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 21, 2010 at 12:32 pm
I don't know how you do it. Its people like you that are truly meant to write. my favorite line is the last, "forget not ye wounds" that just leaves you thinking wow.
chrisbriones replied...
Jul. 22, 2010 at 7:54 pm

Thank you very much, once again. I can always rely on you to be able to feel what i write. Some people who have read this thought that the last line added a morbid touch to it; that it made it dark and depressing. Contrare to their thoughts, it is actually the inspiration which the "knights" require. Their scars will always be visible to remind them of everything, to allow them to carry on beyond shallow obstacles.

And last i remember, your writing is pretty dang good itself.

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