by Richard Gildea | Mar 9, 2016 | Poetry
“A race for rats, an’ that’s no who we are; we’re Men wie pride, who seek but honest work” – “Whilst ye may trim tae bone an’ chew cigar, we’ve borne the brunt a’ cuts an’ didnae shirk” – “Enough’s, enough” twas cry heard o’er quayside When talk a’ closure...
by Richard Gildea | Mar 5, 2016 | Poetry
“One’s right to silence must not be infringed” As founding Fathers ‘stated’ long ago For truth (as last resort) on this law hinged Whilst others pressed for answers even so Incrimination may result from same As uttered phrase can’t then in turn, retract...
by Richard Gildea | Mar 4, 2016 | Poetry
“For shame on thee who harbour’s evil thought” Hence – « Honi soit qui mal y pense » – on crest Reproaching self and others of a sort Who bear false witness (or by slight attest) Tis honour which said ‘Order’ hath upheld Since days of yore when ‘Chivalry’...
by Richard Gildea | Mar 3, 2016 | Poetry
Twas nae mair truth than myth (or so we’re telt) As mists o’ time obscure whit clansmen say Twas no a murdrin’ cannibal, jist ‘Celt’ This Son o’ Girvan an o’ Ballantrae The tale as spun concerned one ‘Sawney Bean’ A ne’er-do-well who frown’d on honest toil Didst tak a...
by Richard Gildea | Mar 2, 2016 | Poetry
Midst cobbl’d streets o’ London, plied their trade (Connected by dank passage hid from view) Twas here ‘The Demon Barber’ scraped his blade Whilst she the ‘Baker’s Wife’ shaped pastry too In ‘penny dreadful’ was their story told As men of substance met with...
by Richard Gildea | Mar 1, 2016 | Poetry
There is a “Starman waiting in the sky” So oft’ he’d dreamed of openly, thru song With “Major Tom” (who once bid Earth goodbye) This “Man Who Sold the World” doth now belong Androgynous, when ‘Ziggy’ chose to reign Yon “Rebel, Rebel” had so much to say Thru many...
