by Richard Gildea | Nov 11, 2015 | Poetry
Evoking punctured bag whilst draining sand My Brother’s blood now seeps from scarlet mess To stem the flow I have but one free hand Tho maim’d myself, his wound I must compress For each to other’s all we have to cleave ‘In dire straits’ of that there is no doubt No...
by Richard Gildea | Oct 24, 2015 | Poetry
Oft’ wondered of the men I’d march’d beside Throughout such time as term’d “our darkest hour” Twere no more aged than youth (where years reside) Yet ne’er a one when faced with fear, didst cow’r No finer friends hath e’er encounter’d since O’er Earth; tho I have...
by Richard Gildea | Oct 19, 2015 | Poetry
The War is on all Men are gone, with Women left to fend their way Tis theirs which is the sorry plight and not the heroes far away Some left with Children three or four (perchance he’s just forgot) Whilst off to fight the Good Lord knows, she’s on her own he’s not Now...
by Richard Gildea | Oct 17, 2015 | Poetry
Tho nights are long, mine stretch beyond the dawn In hope ‘that I need not’ to face the day Where once I’d rise as if again reborn Now down upon my knees I fall and Pray That life itself ‘be put on hold’ (for thee) A brief respite from all thou have endured Perchance...
by Richard Gildea | Oct 10, 2015 | Poetry
Our former selves appear mere shadows now As “Light of Life” diminishes thru time “To right all wrongs” we all didst once avow Then circumstances caused to realign By actively engaging with said foe Twas thought that we may put an end to war By showing them another...
