by Robert Peden | Sep 11, 2009 | Poetry
Eight long years ago to-day A lot of people were FORCED to go away, Not for being black or white Just being at the wrong site. He probably laughed ,at what he THINKS is power, As his moron puppets flew into the tower, He had his Andy Warhol fame, His life if any will...
by Robert Peden | May 25, 2006 | Poetry
This is not a poem as such, More a Rhyme for a Gouv,t out of touch, You take from families that have paid & paid, Look at Norn Iron and enoughs been said. We as Soldiers know what to do, And still we follow orders from,and given by the likes of you, When our MEN...
by Robert Peden | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
I did not serve my twenty two, But in nineteen years I had a drink or two, Like young soldiers brave and hardy, I got to know Ron Bacardi, We drank doubles could not get enough of the stuff, Then I discovered Pierre Smirnoff, This friend would lead me a merry dance,...
by Robert Peden | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
They galloped down hell for leather, To them it probably did not matter, As they stood on the hills border, They could only laugh at such an ORDER. And so as the fetlocks rose high, They charged knowing they were about to die, And with each amazing stride, Four...
by Robert Peden | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
I’m sitting here before my P.C. screen, Thinking about things that might have been, Things in my life that I have seen, Lifetime hate between Orange and Green. Some things in life I’ve put to the test, Being right don’t give you a bullet-proof vest, It really don’t...