by William Roe | Feb 11, 2025 | Poetry
They call it a village, it looks like hell, Buildings destroyed by bomb and shell, Smouldering wood and acrid fumes, A greyness over everything looms. There’s mud everywhere under foot, Mixed with rain, earth and soot, The heady smell of death everywhere, A misty...
by Mac | Jan 23, 2025 | Poetry
We live in a house with so many rooms, where all of us roam in the darkness that looms. We don’t always speak to each other about the things that our host kindly helps us sort out. Our memories don’t always link up quite right, so recalling things can be quite a...
by David Killelay | Dec 20, 2024 | Poetry
I’m perfectly safe working from the floor . I’ve worked at height on Emley Moor To trim an Apple tree is not an Arm Wrestle I wouldn’t have to use a trestle, A stack of metal would act as my floor Then I could get busy with my Saw Finishing the job without a care ,...
by David Killelay | Dec 20, 2024 | Poetry
Please dont believe the world will end because now you’ve become a Sappers friend Loyal , humorous a bit of a lad A caring loving smashing Dad A loving , providing husband too Who all your life will take care of you. Able to cope with most of the S**t And absorb the...
by William Roe | Dec 20, 2024 | Poetry
We enlisted, signed up, didn’t make a fuss Singing Tipperary we marched off to war, Days of glory ahead were all that we saw. Little did we know of what lay ahead, A man-made place full of death and dread Where heroes stood and cowards fell, There in that stinking...
by William Roe | Dec 20, 2024 | Poetry
I’ve been away at the war, Things are not the same anymore, I don’t sleep well at night, I hear comrades crying out in fright. It’s not what I dreamt about at the front, I’m sorry, but I have to be blunt, I thought of the home that once I knew, While the bombs and...
