by Leslie de la Haye | Jul 6, 2010 | Poetry
Why is it, after the realms of mortal combat That the blades of bloodied steel stays sharpen still Some Warriors fight, and are then much exalted Whilst some honest Soldiers kill against their will. Some think that to kill; to joyfully watch blood run Is nothing more...
by Leslie de la Haye | Jul 5, 2010 | Poetry
Soft burning smell of Winter’s lost leaves Long discarded from the treetops high Smoke lilts on breast of December breeze Curls lazy, to darken flush pink sky. Red sky at morning is sailors warn Laid bare by the north-east moaning winds A soft white snowdrop is...
by Leslie de la Haye | Jul 5, 2010 | Poetry
I rake the embers of burned out fires of past conflict, Hoping to unearth, still glowing coals of human goodness. Yet in bowels of hell, discarded, weak and lonely congregate, My own constant weakness denies me the right to help them, Yet my faith in some God, and my...
by Leslie de la Haye | Jul 2, 2010 | Poetry
I oft’ refer to myself, as MR LESLIE Cos the USA folk, don’t know how to address me Some call me Mrs, and some even call me Miss And some of them send me a whopping great kiss. Some even still think that I’m just an old slime But they’d better...
by Leslie de la Haye | Jun 29, 2010 | Stories
For the next two days Nick emerged only for the toilet. He worked into the early hours of the mornings and then slept on the very comfortable couch at night. Each of the two days at mealtimes a tray was placed outside of the study door with plain but well prepared...
