by Alex Roissetter | Nov 4, 2008 | Poetry
Little mosquito, how much you bug me so, The way you buzz in my ear refusing to go, Are you wise in knowledge that I am not, As you buzz around the candle pot. You annoy me to the core of my being, It’s my blood that your always seeing, Your wings flap in your general...
by Alex Roissetter | Nov 4, 2008 | Poetry
Stepping off the plane from the sun, Teeth chattering away, The lad in front exclaims a wild pun, Wishing secretly we could stay. From hot desert to freezing blighty, Forever in winters chill, The difference is not felt lightly, Warm up! Arms revolving like a mill....
by Alex Roissetter | Nov 4, 2008 | Poetry
The Royal Corps is our name, And sending signals is our game, Every conflict that you see, Is a part of our proud history. In every camp, in every town, Is our backyard, our own playground, We send along The Boss’s orders, To transmit across the boarders. If you’re...
by Alex Roissetter | Nov 3, 2008 | Poetry
We are the ones, who are proud, The silent ones that don’t make a sound, Like ghosts we flicker from the shadows, The shiver that shoots down your marrows. We are the ones without burning hate, The professional ones that are never late, Either in ice or the desert...
by Alex Roissetter | Nov 3, 2008 | Poetry
How many times have you sat and prayed, While the child inside you runs and plays? Clenched knuckles white with fear, As fading memories you held so dear, Thoughts match a broken body of scars, That nearly fell to the place of stars, Old and weary from the past,...
