by Richard Gildea | Jun 28, 2015 | Poetry
O’er Lochs assailed each side by mighty Bens I’ve journeyed on through rift forged long ago Now ages past; hath form’d imposing Glens To map my course through centuries of floe In carving out such beauty to behold Both glacier and quake didst sculpt as one Where...
by Richard Gildea | Jun 23, 2015 | Poetry
When brinkmanship at times appears surreal Collectively one Nation holds its breath How many times again to ‘fudge’ a deal Twixt neighbours who no more hath scope nor breadth What people need or want, no more relates As numbers now amass to call the tune Tis debt one...
by Richard Gildea | Jun 11, 2015 | Poetry
Conferred by one who was ‘French Forces’ head On those of meritorious intent “It is with baubles such, that men are led” (Known utterance Napoleon didst vent) Twas ‘Little Corp’ral’ now ‘Môn General’ Who raised from common horde, ‘Chevalier’ No longer...
by Richard Gildea | Jun 5, 2015 | Poetry
Massaged, midst preparation and shampoo What bliss to feel warm water rinse away Such form of relaxation doth imbue By simple use of products to convey With hair twixt fingers, scissors will employ To trim and cut whilst keeping sides aligned As gentle hands ‘snip...
by Richard Gildea | Jun 1, 2015 | Poetry
As evening fades to night, I walk alone Betwixt the heaving throng that scurry by Perchance a glimpse of ‘self’ (tho time has flown) Where once had tread same path, whilst flying high To run with herd; yet straining at the leash By keeping up such pace twud leave...
