by Richard Gildea | Jun 30, 2016 | Poetry
What e’er elite may wish as “way to go” Monopolising each and every move ‘The People’ seek no more than “quid pro quo” No need of hoarding wealth, with point to prove One’s life means so much more, if not for gain Considering the needs of fellow man To share and...
by Richard Gildea | Jun 30, 2016 | Poetry
From East to West yon ‘Wagon Train’ rolls on Around ‘Das Capital’ – creating snag If heading North or South ‘all hope hath gone’ Should e’er confirm escape, my tail twud wag Each lane doth move along at said “snail’s pace” Acquaintance left or right may prove...
by Richard Gildea | Jun 30, 2016 | Poetry
Exploding ground doth shake, with earth heaved high Above such wispy clouds as hold no rain Both ‘Lochnagar and Y Sap’ kiss goodbye To foe who are entrenched, (midst hurt and pain) Yet still at ’Zero Hour’ – our planned advance Is met by ‘hail of fire’ from same...
by Jason Smith | Jun 17, 2016 | Poetry
A slowly setting sun radiates through The departing storm clouds that beat a retreat Back to a place beyond the darkened trees, Where, just moments earlier, heavy rain fell. Absorbed by the earth, its spent force and power Lies in a far-away field, where poppies...
by Ron Martin | Jun 14, 2016 | Poetry
My Uncle Arthur was very kind to me When I was young he used to sit me on his knee And although it is many years since he passed away He still lives on in my memory So much so he is still part of my life Which my Doctor pointed out to me But it appears we have changed...
by Ron Martin | Jun 14, 2016 | Poetry
If you could paint a picture of a memory What would the subject of the painting be? Would it be of a happy time spent with your family? Or of a holiday spent by the sea? We all have memories that give us pleasure And there are those that we would like to forget The...
