by Paul Pearce | Nov 14, 2015 | Poetry
An old warrior sits his nerves all fraught. So many nightmares, so many wars fought Too much suffering, but he’s just too proud, to ever ask for help out loud, You’ll never see this warrior cry, nobody is asking “why not son, why”, he was once so young, so...
by Lily Walker | Nov 12, 2015 | Poetry
As we stand here in the cold We remember the brave and bold You may have fought on land or sea Or even in the air maybe We that knew the brave and bold And we that have been told We are here on this day Because remembrance is the best way To stop times repeating With...
by Richard Gildea | Nov 11, 2015 | Poetry
Evoking punctured bag whilst draining sand My Brother’s blood now seeps from scarlet mess To stem the flow I have but one free hand Tho maim’d myself, his wound I must compress For each to other’s all we have to cleave ‘In dire straits’ of that there is no doubt No...
by Patricia Sennett | Nov 11, 2015 | Poetry
Margie Maine lived down the lane, A funny lass was she, Goofy teeth, and frizzy hair, what a sight to see. But Margie had a heart of gold, especially for the very old. Her daily visits cheered them up, as they were all alone no job to big or small. She filled her life...
by Sam Steele | Nov 11, 2015 | Poetry
Eight hundred and sixty three people answered their country’s call Eight hundred and sixty three soldiers were destined that day to fall In the brutal style of combat their death came and it was violent Their guns so keenly polished too early that day they fell silent...
by Sammy | Nov 11, 2015 | Poetry
I’m a boy with a piece of string My left hand holds it tight I can only use my left hand As I’m busy with the right I could maybe make a slingshot From this dirty piece of twine But I probably shouldn’t do this As the string it isn’t mine So instead I sit and ponder...
