by Robert Carson | Aug 3, 2009 | Poetry
Light musk rose perfume with a hint of myrrh Soft, pale yellow flowers golden cups replete with morning sunlight Uncommon in form Through the summer your splendour grows Blithe of spirit forever pleasing to the eye Whose beauty few would dare deny You faded -as every...
by Robert Carson | Aug 1, 2009 | Poetry
Though morning comes with sorrows The heart finds hard to bear Grey clouds may clear tomorrow To free us from despair. Yesterday’s, another country And the borders are now closed And what the future brings us No-one, truly, knows. Tears were shed when we were...
by Robert Carson | Jul 26, 2009 | Poetry
Casting the mel, positions set Strong hands have woven every net. Shouldering his haaf, Highland Laddie’s won. ‘That curved lip of sand’s the spot to be Just watch them ride the tide to me.’ Up to their chest black water comes Though not one...
by Robert Carson | Jul 19, 2009 | Poetry
(Fusilier Joseph Byers 15576) The Western Front that Hell On Earth Was where a man could prove his worth. When friends around you cruelly died You soldiered on with fear and pride. The noise, the pain, the doubts would come And from the Jaw’s of Death...
by Robert Carson | Jul 19, 2009 | Poetry
(Jean) Sport of the Mary Rose Honey and almonds on your breath. Soft pink of shade Flowering in profusion An artist’s canvass you would grace. Though Henry wore a golden crown Your beauty was in Nature found. Vainglorious in death in a tomb he lies Within the...
