Jericho and Megiddo, by J. W. Cassandra, Page 2. This poem I share in 3 images at altogether. It belongs to my volume XVIII, Incompletion, cycle Armageddon. I’ll share here its Hungarian version, as well. It was written yet in February, but I think it has a more profound sense and message, beyond the literal meaning. I’d like to give through this additional interpretation. (For illustration I chose an own photo, made in Budapest, Old Buda. It is the gate to the military amphitheatre of the ancient Romanian Empire, in the former Acquincum. It was built about 145 A. D.)
Jericho and Megiddo, by J. W. Cassandra, Title Page, Page 1. This poem I share in 3 images at altogether. It belongs to my volume XVIII, Incompletion, cycle Armageddon. I’ll share here its Hungarian version, as well. It was written yet in February, but I think it has a more profound sense and message, beyond the literal meaning. I’d like to give through this additional interpretation. (For illustration I chose an own photo, made in Budapest, Old Buda. It is the gate to the military amphitheatre of the ancient Romanian Empire, in the former Acquincum. It was built about 145 A. D.)
The Ultimate Battle, by J. W. Cassandra. This poem belongs to my volume XVIII, Incompletion, cycle Armageddon. Try to read and interpret beyond the rows. I’ll share here its Hungarian version, as well.
The Ultimate Battle, by J. W. Cassandra. This poem belongs to my volume XVIII, Incompletion, cycle Armageddon. Try to read and interpret beyond the rows. I’ll share here its Hungarian version, as well.
“Wild Geese” is an attempt by Oliver to inspire people to be true to themselves and nature rather than run a never-ending race to be perfect for people. And that “you” are not alone with a life full of despair. There are millions, and you will definitely find someone to share it with. You just need some patience. This is also and attempts by the poet to promote human connectivity.
Remember you should be the only competition you compete with. Everyday adapt a new good habit and leave one bad habit.
“Not Waving But Drowning” is an extremely sad and gloomy poem. A poem about a man who seems happy and full of life all the time. But inside he is dying. He gives signals about his state of mind, calling for help or maybe an ear who could hear. But either the world was deaf or ignorant or deaf during his life.
A short poem filled with simplicity that states two truths that you all must know before you grow old and die. A poem by William Butler Yeats that compares wine with love.
Nothingness of the Heart, by J. W. Cassandra. This poem I wrote today morning and share here both in English and Hungarian. I couldn’t take it into any of my volumes but, I think it may give you all some release of the restrictions.
Nothingness of the Heart, by J. W. Cassandra. This poem I wrote today morning and share here both in English and Hungarian. I couldn’t take it into any of my volumes but, I think it may give you all some release of the restrictions.
This song is a very famous song from the play Cymbeline. It simply means that you need not really fear death. Death is inevitable. Each one of us, be it royalty or the common class, everyone eventually will “come to dust”. All that we do and all that we become will lose its existence one day. And we need not fear it.