by Peter Maslak | Nov 11, 2008 | Poetry
You may say that I am overweight; you may even call me fat You’d only be telling me the truth, but do you think I don’t know that? I’m overweight; I am an extra large; and I know my girths increased I could be plump or rotund; one of many names, but don’t call me...
by Peter Maslak | Nov 11, 2008 | Poetry
A good friend of mine, he lost a Son. A brave young man was he Fighting a war in a foreign land trying to set its people free. When a roadside bomb, as they passed by, exploded without warning Three lives were lost; three Mothers Sons, three more families in mourning...
by Peter Maslak | Nov 11, 2008 | Poetry
Guns and knives are commonplace upon our streets today Respect for law and order has completely gone away. Robbery and violence is reported daily in the news So many problems all around, like gangs and drugs and booze. It seems there’s no deterrent now to stop this...
by Peter Maslak | Nov 11, 2008 | Poetry
Take care of yourself and don’t get sick, make sure that you’re not ill For if you don’t, there’s no guarantee that you’ll get medicine or pill. You may not receive the drugs you need, that might help to put you right It’s down to the whim of bureaucrats who like to...
by Peter Maslak | Nov 11, 2008 | Poetry
As we strolled along the waters edge, waves lapped upon the sand We espied a glorious sunset as we walked together hand in hand A myriad of colours were reflected upon the surface of the sea It was a wondrous sight, a special time, a time for you and me. Our...
