I must be bored

Otherwise, I am not sure what is with all the sudden posting of poetry. Here are a couple, one happy, one, not so much.

On My Witness of the Sunset

Sitting on a bench,
The sun dips slowly-
Polychromatic beauty assaulting my senses
Trees obfuscate partly,
Their rigid, sylvan forms amplified
A stream of light glitters diamantine across the lake
Subsiding warmth submits to a cool breeze,
Fresh air from a field of lilies caresses my nose
The last glimmer of light disappearing behind the horizon,
Gone, and now melancholy
Do not despair,
Polaris will lead the next march of splendor


A Most Splendid Afternoon

This afternoon was most splendid
The 95th and I traveled to a beautiful village,
Music all around, children giggling
But, orders are orders,
The village a rebel cell
So, up went our rifles,
Tight, went our fingers,
My baby, went the mothers,
Down, went the fathers
Death danced at ten rounds a second,
The children did a salsa to the beat
Alight went the huts,
In came the call-
Wrong side of the river,
The fun never ends