by Jean Mitchell | Sep 12, 2023 | Poetry
I wish you could tell them just how you feel about the torment and fear And pain in your heart, about the sadness you felt , not just for yourself but for friends you held dear They were your comrades and you held them close, just when you needed them the most To hear...
by Gordon Duff | Aug 12, 2023 | Poetry
2 platoon “Contact Wait Out”. “Contact Wait Out.” Two platoon goes to ground. “Can anyone see the enemy.” Is shouted As the platoon look around. A machine gun post. Dug in and well out of sight. For the platoon to take this...
by Gordon Duff | Aug 12, 2023 | Poetry
The Bench. Overlooking the River Humber. Standing proudly on display. A Poachers Memorial bench. A tribute to those who’ve passed away. Why a bench, a question you’ll ask? A tribute and a mark of respect. For people to sit and think. To take a break, and...
by Jan Hedger | Aug 12, 2023 | Poetry
A taper in the sinking blackness, the only glimmer of hope in the mosquito infested cell. A thin, tick mattress and a scratchy blanket bringing no comfort was all he had to lie on. Constantly shifting to stop the rabid scraping, with encrusted fingers, of the raging,...
by Gordon Duff | Aug 5, 2023 | Poetry
The B V. Across rough terrain Or trundling into battle. The BV would be strapped in. So the bloody thing didn’t rattle. The BV was a life support machine. More important than the vehicle itself. It or they sat just above the first aid kit. On the back door, on a...
by David Killelay | Aug 5, 2023 | Poetry
Safe working from the floor I’m perfectly safe working from the floor . I’ve worked at height on Emley Moor To trim an Apple tree is not an Arm Wrestle I wouldn’t have to use a trestle, A stack of metal would act as my floor Then I could get busy with my Saw Finishing...
