by Bernie Shelton | Aug 27, 2009 | Poetry
I am living in hell Not the mythical one But the real one Here on Mother Earth Its called Kivu The suffering is endless The cry of lost souls Shatters the silence of the night The cruelty and killing Goes on day after day No respite for the living or the dead Respect...
by Bernie Shelton | Aug 26, 2009 | Poetry
She had come down from the hills, Down from Kandy To tell me of her life and times To speak to me of Sri. Lanka Blue Of the never ending war, The killings and rapes Mass graves and tears, of Tigers and Soldiers in the night,of Those taken, never to return. She spoke...
by Bernie Shelton | Aug 26, 2009 | Poetry
Far out places!! Aye, been to a few of them I have, Once went as far as Todmorden, It was closed.
by Bernie Shelton | Aug 25, 2009 | Poetry
Sometimes I wear my medals Sometimes folk ask me, What are they for? I tell them, they nod and sometimes Put a little extra in my begging bowl. But I’m ok tonight, Got my whisky in My brown paper bag, Got my brown cardboard box, It’s what I call home And I’ve got...
by Bernie Shelton | Aug 25, 2009 | Poetry
Vodka brains Screaming and whirling Bloodlust eyes The madness deep inside No mercy, no regrets No pity either. So much more to do Before the cleansing is done. Then we will be free We will drink to rejoice We will drink to forget. Vodka Brains Madness inside...
