by Keith Mallinson | Sep 28, 2016 | Poetry
I lied about me age Mam, really sorry Dad Wanted to be a soldier, make you proud of your wee lad I lied about me age Dad to the sergeant at the Hall He just said sign here son, and line up against that wall I lied about me age Mam, but there were plenty more One said...
by Mervyn Kersh | Sep 22, 2016 | Poetry
We clean our medals, don our hats To let the whole world see It’s we who manned the guns To keep these islands free. We fought the foe in Africa, We fought him on the sea. He beat us on the land in France, Despite our bravery. The Germans ruled the British sky But we...
by Richard Gildea | Sep 22, 2016 | Poetry
A cry was heard from o’er the Barricade Twas one that’s shared by all (we Sons of same) Whilst craving of her arms as life doth fade Tis less of gentle plea, more loud exclaim! What primal need drives men unto the womb? Which nurtured them thru all that lay in store...
by Keith Mallinson | Sep 17, 2016 | Poetry
Private George Mobbs, Mobbsy to your mates Are you on sentry duty, outside the Pearly Gates? Or are you still struggling through the mud in ‘No Man’s Land’ Listening to the ghostly sound of a Scottish bagpipe band Are you watching over Thiepval, where many men are...
by Richard Gildea | Sep 15, 2016 | Poetry
Neath waves which churn the air above my head I sense the depth twixt here and ocean floor No sooner doth the swell increase one’s dread Than riptide carries farther out from shore Whilst drifting off may lend oneself to sleep Tis taking breath; pre-empts a last...
by Jan Hedger | Sep 11, 2016 | Poetry
Tears of the Golden Willow fall like tresses of a mythological Goddess, cascading in a unbroken, quivering stream to the dark underworld far below where Sedges erupt, dwarf like trolls with heavy metal hair ‘we are trolls, fol-dee-rol, we are trolls, fol-dee-rol, we...
