by John Sinclair | Aug 25, 2008 | Poetry
Watching the summer sun It is so hard to believe I am fighting in World War 1 I sit in my trench in line with the French It’s a pity that my feet are drenched I look upto the sky The planes they fly on by A dog fight ensues I hope our boys do not lose They loop the...
by John Sinclair | Aug 25, 2008 | Poetry
The World is not a nice place It is full of hatred of people from a different race Small minds rally the troops The bigots make them jump through hoops To fight in wars and kill others A person whom you could have called brother The world is not a nice place Where...
by John Sinclair | Aug 22, 2008 | Poetry
Your breath on my neck Sends shivers down my spine As your body lies next to mine Your warm embrace My heart picks up the pace I look at you as you look at me You make me so happy I run my hand down your body Feeling your skin come alive We breathe together as one You...
by John Sinclair | Aug 20, 2008 | Poetry
I can hear the pipes That haunting sound Going out over the battle ground It gives me courage to fight I will use it to summon all my might For this is to be a bloody fight As we go into battle And the fear tries to creep in The sound of the pipes keeps out the battle...
by John Sinclair | Aug 7, 2008 | Poetry
The brave foot soldiers Have struck again A woman who asked them not to smoke Whilst in a no smoking area Is given a poke this really is no joke She is then pushed onto a train track Such a brave attack Inches from death this poor women almost took her last breath For...
