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 Richard Gildea | Sep 11, 2016 | Poetry
What’s happened here this day, this hour, I cannot fathom still Yet here I am embroiled in cause which seeks alone to kill Forgive this action that I take, in faith that’s notwithstanding Of consequences I believe beyond one’s understanding Searing heat may take my...
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...
by Helen Berry | Sep 10, 2016 | Poetry
Yet again I have been humbled, yet again I am moved By the courage of our forces and the joy a choir has proved Through uncertainty and effort you made a lovely sound While some healing of your pain you surely also found
