by Mark Christmas | Apr 16, 2009 | Poetry
Reveille effervesced on the air. The Hope of a new day dawned. The soldier meekly walked to his parapet. There he stood silently waiting, thoughts buzzing. Tommy, next to him spoke out, “Is it possible, ‘The Nutcase’ is here?” “Not Likely”, the meek man said, “This is...
by Isabel Gann | Apr 16, 2009 | Poetry
Waiting for aid to come, The boy lies there, Hoping for freedom from This hell- hole. His blood drenched form Lies next to the stinking copse Of his mother. Days pass. His eyes survey the Peerless blue of Gaza’s sky, And then the ebbing life Of the child across the...
by Lauriane Piette | Apr 16, 2009 | Poetry
In a darkened room, he sits, alone, So dark, he cannot see, He sits alone and thinks of home, and how it used to be. The laughter and the happiness, of days so long ago. Now, all there is, is emptiness A silent, desolate hole. The blinds, they have been shut so tight...
by Antony Gann | Apr 16, 2009 | Poetry
“Freedom is not free”. Everywhere, rules and conditions, Bind and tether, Entrap and enslave us. The soldier under conscription Must serve his country Although he questions the cause. Even the swallow, Who seems so free, Flying over the vast, Expansive plains of...
by Andy Rigley | Apr 16, 2009 | Poetry
A straw Clamped between my teeth Red and White I think About the fruit biting into my palm In a million places Green and Pink diamonds I think And the taste (in my…) Of Acid and Metal and Iron (on my…) I think Yellow sands Turquoise seas Broken by Olive...
by Richard Hough | Apr 15, 2009 | Poetry
The old man hobbles down the familiar street, tapping to find his way, unnoticed by passers by. Behind his unseeing eyes he relives painful memories. They are as fresh to him as yesterday’s bread these images of Death exploding around him. He sees his comrades in arms...
