by Alex Roissetter | Mar 17, 2011 | Poetry
Where has the sun gone from yesterday? Since I told you I had to go away, To pack my helmet and combat vest, And fly to war and leave the nest. I know I told you that I would never leave, And that I’ll wear my heart on my sleeve, But I cannot say no when orders come...
by Alex Roissetter | Feb 23, 2011 | Poetry
What pulls me back to that place? Where the sun burns on my face, And the sand hides many dangers, Put there by bitter strangers. There is a compulsion to go back there, Where every step is taken with care, The sweat trickles not just from the heat, Thinking of the...
by Alex Roissetter | Jan 17, 2011 | Poetry
It’s quite hard to be a dyslexic poet, One that only just might know it, I work so hard, And it takes so long, Just to write another tuneless song. Wish I could write like Sassoon and Owen, But it’s so cold and the wind is blowing, If only I could twist every word...
by Alex Roissetter | Jan 17, 2011 | Poetry
I walk past the house at forty three, That hold some special values to me, Now filled with some else’s dreams, With they’re tastes of colours and themes. The garage the green me and dad painted together, Now looking sickly in the weather, The once white brackets...
by Alex Roissetter | Oct 5, 2010 | Poetry
With the standard shining in the sun, Feeling the weight of the gun, Barricaded in pockets of ressistance, Far away from any assistance. This isnt the land of zulus and redcoats, Just pure survival and the occational anecdotes, It feels like it’s the whole country...
