by Mac | Oct 3, 2025 | Poetry
This poem was written by Dawn Turner about the loss of her son. Dawn kindly gave me her permission to share it on FLOW. ——- My world stopped on 22 August. The date is etched into my skin like a burn. Six weeks have passed — or perhaps it’s still that...
by Mac | Sep 19, 2025 | Poetry
Aligned and united, we work in our teams. And all of us work on the company’s dreams. Success and reward are just over there. We’ll get there with effort, compassion, and care. Into our values we dive and we swim. Together, united, our dream is to win. If anyone...
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
(Singular Plurality, Linking Individuals Together) 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...
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...
