by Richard Gildea | Oct 19, 2014 | Poetry
Twas day on which the sun chose not to rise No warmth to share betwixt known living souls Such darkness o’er the land didst help disguise As shadows merg’d bereft of single roles Whilst Brothers form’d in making final stand I grasp’d my quill (in hope) to here relate...
by Richard Gildea | Oct 14, 2014 | Poetry
Yon’ trumpets charge of light brigade sounds out O’er vast expanse of briny salted sea A Bard’s descendant in reply doth shout Tis I, a Musketeer on bended knee To parry slant upon a noble breed All Englishmen abed this day, shall cry “Forsooth, we do in slumber...
by Richard Gildea | Oct 9, 2014 | Poetry
Bereft my barnet be, of flowing locks As medicos hath cropped within an inch In thanks, should ‘Bless their little cotton socks’ For cost of Barber makes one feel the pinch Amidst the crowded throng of life outdoors Sensed nervousness of one who fears to tread Tis...
by Richard Gildea | Oct 4, 2014 | Poetry
A ‘Benison’ twas offered midst the storm Whilst carnage raged, enhancing of known plight Where shapeless mounds which once were men, lose form ‘Neath acrid clouds concealing them from sight In paring skin from body down to bones Along the length of searing flame...
by Richard Gildea | Sep 29, 2014 | Poetry
All ye who call the Lord to arms; shout loud Or else said foe may drown you out with plea Divinity divined as here avowed Wouldst in His name proclaim such by decree Yet none should dare invoke Creator’s ire By testing of His favour o’er each side May hasten them a...
