Here you will find poems about historical events and persons. The first poem titled "beausoliel" is about the Acadian French settlers who where deported from Canada
I find it interesting in light of what is happening now in the middle east, that
If people would only learn from history, thus I liked the quote below attributed to Saladin Victory Is Changing the Hearts of Your Opponents by Gentleness and Kindness."- Saladin Croisades – French for Crusades Although some historians paint Saladin as a kind and compassionate man, he was afterall a man who attacked and conquered many peoples. Balian of Ibelin c. 1143 – 1193) was an important Frankish noble in the crusader Kingdom of Jerusalem in the 12th century. The Council of Clermont was a mixed synod of ecclesiastics and laymen of the Catholic Church, which was held from November 18 to November 28, 1095 at Clermont, France. Pope Urban II's speech on November 27 was the starting point of the First Crusade. From then on, he ordered prayers in all the mosques of Syria and Egypt as the sovereign king and he issued at the Cairo mint gold coins bearing his official title—al-Malik an-Nasir Yusuf Ayyub, ala ghaya "the King Strong to Aid, Joseph son of Job; exalted be the standard." The Abbasid caliph in Baghdad graciously welcomed Saladin's assumption of power and declared him "Sultan of Egypt and Syria." |
Tears of Jerusalem
Mighty oars to take us away from our shores Our horsemen marshal their men at arms The trek is long, battles of the blood-soaked Our swords we hold high Above our heads, the cross guides us to righteousness For King and God For we are the Franks, the Knights of Christ Glory be to our Lord, and Urban The council of Clermont shall decree long before us That we are the divine soldiers, Templar’s in gold battle dress The bearers of Christ’s will The heathen Saracens shall lie in pools of blood Below our feet Saladin the Sunni of Tikrit In the valley of Balbeek his wisdom's took hold A warrior of the brave, a man of the peace Whose compassion was ruled by the quill His sword was of last resort A man of traditions and honorable intent The barbarian Franks made it so The land of Christ could not fall into Saracen hands Saladin with his Arabian horses and arrows strong Would show the Franks, their world was wrong He offered peace and passage too The Croisades said Christ or death but never YOU Never, never the Saracens or their evil ways!!! Facing the Tower of David and the Damascus Gate The archers fired every quiver and every bow For six days and nights the ramparts held strong The Saracens fell one after the other, an arrows slow death The Gates of David once more protecting the onslaught on infidel goliaths The Seventh day they all rested Saladin’s messengers demanded surrender as the Franks laughed He warned, I will offer you the Olive branch once, only once True to his word The Mount of Olives was to be the Scarceness victory Bailian surrendered, and the crusades where doomed to the books of history From his teachings of youths wistful past Saladin was of compassion and honor The Christians, the slaves the refugees of war All given safe passage, A gracious Kings heart would save many a soul No blood would flow on the narrow alleys of Jerusalem The Sultan of wisdom allowed all to worship in the kingdom of the Levant Islam was indeed in the golden age The Knights of Christ The Crusaders or Gods will Would draw on one last gasp Lionheart would lead the fatal entourage As each horse was lost in battle Saladin provided Lionheart yet another Honor amongst great leaders, above all Compassion won over battlefield lust The Crusaders fell into the sea of lost memories Jerusalem is lost Lost to the heathens Who have seized the holy lands The battles lost Tears we weep for Jerusalem Tears fall onto the cross Roads of history Paved with pain Tears of Jerusalem |
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Beausoleil
We loved the land We tilled the earth, under sun we toiled We pledged our souls, to nature’s whim The King of France none to pleased We took the sacraments We held our faith, mournful to fates embrace The British demanded a new oath we take And scalped we were, both sides did partake Our villages burned, our fields afire Our woman and children, in hunger perished We feared Monckton, a hunter of death And from him, to ships hold, deported at best We preyed to Canada, to lend us a hand Evangeline an angel of our land The darkened forests, to where we fled Became bloody in battles, and turned to red For Redcoats wandered in search of scalps As Father Le Loutre preached unheavenly deeds He was bloodthirsty and in skirmishes his evil flourished His Mikmaq warriors helped rivers flow to blood We lived along the rivers edge We fought them all, to no one did we pledge As serfs we served, to whom did rule In the end, the forest sang our quiet eulogy The vessels sailed from Halifax With their human cargo of Partisans Off to the West Indies, and a new land Disease triumphed where Lord Laurence failed And so the voyage, onward went The traditions of Grand Pre, to Louisiana was lent And there they settled, peace at last As angels of their battles, in sacrifice did rest May 20, 2013 |
Evangaline
Joseph Broussard (1702–1765), also known as Beausoleil, was a leader of the Acadian people in Acadia; later Nova Scotia and New Brunswick. Broussard organized a Mi'kmaq and Acadian militias against the British through King George's War, Father Le Loutre's War and during the French and Indian War. After the loss of Acadia to the British, he eventually led the first group of Acadians to southern Louisiana in present-day United States. His name is sometimes presented as Joseph Gaurhept Broussard; this is likely the result of a transcription error
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Of Gods and Men
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Men of cloth
Men of faith Against all evils, lost hopes Choose the light and will of the gods They stay Where all others flea They reflect upon lost causes Yet give of heart and sweat to the poor They are not brave hearts They are but kind souls To the last breathe Weep not for these heroes The village adores and praises For kindness transcends religious teachings To cure and heal is god's gift And natures way of life eternal Pascal’s wager in the minds of a few As old men contemplate Wildflowers who by the grace of god, receive the sun So in fate, planted, they stay, they do not run They are not the last or only They are but the hope of what can be They reflect the goodness we all desire In love of mankind |
Des hommes et des dieux, dedicated to the Trappist monks who lived in harmony with the largely Muslim population of Algeria, until seven of them were kidnapped and assassinated in 1996 during the Algerian Civil War.
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Alexander the Tsar of France
Napoleons Retreat
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Alexander a Tsar of ideals
A man of heart and noble thought His mentor, Swiss, Monsieur La Harpe From childhood, molded to play histories part He built his armies, to defend his land His imperial crown and noble lands Serfs and soldiers, all as one Napoleons fodder, yet they won A kind soul, with Christian heart Ideals inspired by youthful dreams La Harpes moral guidance did play Mystical as a musical harp Onwards in life did this Tsar March Napoleon was exiled, to an island of defeat As Cossacks marched along Paris streets They danced both sides, in freedoms hard won Josephine and Alex, in the night, dined alone… The Tsar became Frances golden light Bringing reforms and Senate into the light Who would have thought, so long ago The Tsar of Russia, in Paris did go? He defended the lands, borders and rights Giving the Nobility and England a terrible fright What he feared at home, he endeavored abroad He was the beginning of visions to be… Vive la France La liberté Peace and Fraternity Our Holy Alliance |
