by John A Silkstone | Mar 18, 2008 | Poetry
Walking, with medals on his chest A man of no fixed abode “He’s a tramp,” I heard someone say “Just an old man of the road.” Yet he’s a high society dreamer Years ago he did what he could, Now he can’t forget the memories Of...
by John A Silkstone | Mar 18, 2008 | Poetry
When we first started courting We’d walk side by side Our hands would brush together Should I, or shouldn’t I try? The second time out walking I held her hand in mine I remember the sun was shining The day it was divine. Getting a little bolder My arm went...
by John A Silkstone | Mar 17, 2008 | Poetry
You’ve ‘ear of Sam Small, of Monologue fame Who wouldn’t pick up his musket, till Duke ‘ad came ‘E then went to battle, against Napoleon’s crew T’ show ‘em just what, a Yorkshire man could do It were twenty to one, on Napoleon’s side But Sam wasn’t bother, he soon...
by John A Silkstone | Mar 17, 2008 | Poetry
If only I was in the political game I’d be the Prime Minister, shooting to fame I’d put right the country with some flare and fashion Caring for people with lots of compassion. If only we all had a real true friend One who stands by you right up to the end...
by John A Silkstone | Jul 21, 2007 | Poetry
Suspended on a fine silk thread Akin to an old withered leaf. A pendulum in the haze Seconds extend to eternity The chrysalis opens Dark eyes Scan the vista below Head rotates Jaws enlarge the opening One leg follows another To explore the outer casing Finding...
