by Mark Christmas | Apr 1, 2009 | Poetry
In the Press today I was reading how, To the USA we seem to ‘Cow Tow’. Our Nation the World, they used to call ‘Great’, Has now become the ‘51st State’. A Nuclear Deterrent we cannot use, Unless we ask Bush, to light the fuse. Eurofighter on sale, We’ll sell to the...
by Mark Christmas | Apr 1, 2009 | Poetry
The pair scoured the land for prey. Mouths wide open, Dragon’s teeth revealed. Spotted. There. Moving Slowly Across the landscape. A glance exchanged, the plan was pre formed. One plunged Earthward from the Heavens, Diving towards its quarry, Spitting fire and wrath...
by Mark Christmas | Mar 26, 2009 | Poetry
Plans laid down in 42 I was born in 43 This Island Nation here to protect My Nation, the world to me With crew abound, The Captain too, I eased away from shore It was a time of conflict Or to you and me its war. The days they passed The guns rang out, a battle then...
by Mark Christmas | Mar 26, 2009 | Poetry
A steel hook, An ally limb. What will people, Think of him. Back at home I cannot see. Both my eyes Deserted me. Look again I cannot hear. I only have My right ear. In my dreams I wonder why It was my time Not to die For my country Now I’m half a man But some folk...
by Mark Christmas | Mar 26, 2009 | Poetry
Once a year a time comes round, To remember those who have died, In time of conflict throughout the ages, But sometimes the poppy we chide. The colour we wear is predominantly red, The Legion is not going to yield, In remembrance of men, both the young and the old,...
