by William Roe | Dec 20, 2024 | Poetry
Not since the wartime, when I was just a kid, When Jerry came a calling and in the shelter we hid, Now, since the pandemic, I’ve written poems by the score, I’ve come to the conclusion, that I’m not proud or sore. I’m going into battle, with all my poems ablaze,...
by William Roe | Dec 20, 2024 | Poetry
In the 1940’s during the second World War, American bombers were based here by the score, At airfields in East Anglia from where they flew, RAF bomber squadrons were also based there too. Taking off and landing both by day and night, It must have been an awesome...
by William Roe | Dec 20, 2024 | Poetry
Across the battlefield all was silent, Even the guns had ceased their roar, The terrain looked like hell on earth, Even the birds sang no more. The weeks and months of carnage, When death and agony took its toll, Trench and barbed wire filled the scene, It was as if...
by JANET WILKES | Dec 9, 2024 | Poetry
When the horse rears up to canter Off to war, he smells the battle From afar and hears the shouting And the thunder of the captains. On him rattle the quiver, the Flashing spear and the javelin and, With fierceness, he swallows the ground. And on November’s darkening...
by Jan Hedger | Oct 18, 2024 | Poetry
Sinuous in my silk gown, I slip seamlessly though the enveloping white mist, its droplets, glinting like diamonds, caught in the tendrils of my hair. The mist is ice cold, alive and swirling and I am flung around like spun sugar. Scarlet streams of blood, leave my...
by Mac | Aug 13, 2024 | Poetry
Autism Spectrum Disorder is a term that I dislike, it makes me feel I’m damaged, like an old and broken bike. Unlike that old and broken bike I’m actually on fire, I think of many different things, I create, and I inspire. Tenacious and fixated, and...
