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...
by David Martindale | Nov 11, 2015 | Poetry
A hundred years ago in a land far away Millions of soldiers died to give us our today The war to end all wars that’s what they said look at us now millions more dead No one is safe wherever they go The world is in turmoil don’t we know Is it religion or...
by David Daniels | Nov 8, 2015 | Poetry
Where valleys are lush with pastures new Fresh and crisp, from morning dew; There soil once sodden, with Soldiers blood Poppies now stand, where soldiers stood. Where birds fly high on freedoms wing To greet this day, with song they sing; There pilots flew a perilous...
