by Richard Gildea | Jun 1, 2015 | Poetry
Sommelier turn’d nose up at first choice A house ‘Shiraz’ to compliment one’s dish If left to him then we would have no voice Twud be no meat on menu, only fish “Try Riesling” he suggested “Or perhaps, a Chardonnay to wash down” (should be still) Tho sparkling...
by Richard Gildea | May 27, 2015 | Poetry
Her breath in senses caught, produced frisson Whilst dabbing of my brow with gentle touch Angelic was visage I gazed upon As I had oft (in dreams) recounted such With caring eyes protective of one’s soul No thought possessed couldst e’er in harm convey A smile so warm...
by Richard Gildea | May 17, 2015 | Poetry
Twas Taffy’s aim to liberate ‘all France’ As troops press’d on thru Normandy, en masse In gaining ground twud push home their advance T’ward Belgium too, when orders came to pass One hundred miles to cover in one day ‘Unequalled speed for this or any war’ ‘Our Hero’...
by Richard Gildea | May 15, 2015 | Poetry
“Twere four” she said, expressing train of thought As I whilst reading ‘Special’ licked my lips “Had ordered more, tho none as yet have brought” (By way of explanation; midst her quips) Upon the board, there mark’d for all to see Twas ‘Liver of the Lambs’ (to grace...
by Richard Gildea | May 10, 2015 | Poetry
Midst iridescent hue of coal black wings Their oily feathers clipped (whilst hid from sight) Twud seem a tad extreme, in cause of Kings Whose realm may fall (should they perchance take flight) Imagining ‘Beelzebub’ at play Satanic beaks point out from watchful eyes...
