by Richard Gildea | Jun 30, 2016 | Poetry
I dream of days when Lamb was plentiful Antipodean fare (beyond compare) When joints of meat once proved presentable Unlike said ‘cuts’ which left our plates so bare Bananas too (irregular of size) From o’er the seas, wouldst land upon our shores Set sail with fabrics...
by Richard Gildea | Jun 30, 2016 | Poetry
Neath bough of ancient oak, yon maidens sleep Oblivious to all mine eyes behold No finer sight couldst glimpse thru vista’s sweep Than innocence at rest in nature’s fold In exaltation, skylarks trill sweet song Extolling scene beneath their feathered span Midst...
by Richard Gildea | Jun 30, 2016 | Poetry
From East to West yon ‘Wagon Train’ rolls on Around ‘Das Capital’ – creating snag If heading North or South ‘all hope hath gone’ Should e’er confirm escape, my tail twud wag Each lane doth move along at said “snail’s pace” Acquaintance left or right may prove...
by Richard Gildea | Jun 8, 2016 | Poetry
My mess tin doth reflect a wearied face Whilst catching glimpse (as each shared ‘Bully Beef’) With ‘tatties’ and some veg’ all troops said Grace Ere straining to Maconochie’s ‘relief’ Tis now some months or more, since we ‘dug in’ Midst shelling and bombardment o’er...
by Richard Gildea | Jun 6, 2016 | Poetry
“All disembark for interchange, next stop!” Announcement made without a ‘by your leave’ Hath caught me unawares when ‘fit to drop’ As heavy rests my head upon my sleeve Awaken’d now from slumber, I look out Thru windows black as night and kiss’d by rain Unsure if I...
