by Richard Gildea | Sep 12, 2015 | Poetry
A commentary on this troubled world. (Read to the tune of Vincent) – (by Don McLean) Sari, Sari, Knight Draped in armour blue and grey Searching out midst summer’s day As eyes ‘neath bascinet doth stare out cold Gallows on the hills Hewn from trees, bereft of...
by TeeCee | Sep 12, 2015 | Poetry
He’s home at last, a mother’s son, a fine young man, his duty done; Yet not for him the fond embrace, a loving kiss, a smiling face Or cries of joy to laugh and cheer the safe return of one so dear; It is his lot to show the world a soldier’s fate as flags unfurl And...
by TeeCee | Sep 12, 2015 | Poetry
In the shadow of the peaks on South Arabia’s dusty plain A roofed gate stands, reminder of a half-forgot campaign, When once again our servicemen were called upon to fight, Defending and protecting, (we were told) Great Britain’s might. But not forgotten, ever, by...
by TeeCee | Sep 12, 2015 | Poetry
In the heart of England there’s a place where people go To see the art of sculpture, or maybe wander to and fro Among the many different kinds of stone memorials, where Some visit for remembrance of loved ones and comrades there. And there are many fine memorials and...
by Ron Martin | Sep 10, 2015 | Poetry
I was sitting by the fire, listening to the radio Thinking of my life so many years ago The things I did as a child, and as a youth And began to realise that I must face the truth That now by body is racked with aches and pain I shall never be able to do such things...
by BJ Lewis | Sep 10, 2015 | Poetry
Don’t do it brother, I’ve still got your back, just like I did when we served in Iraq. I can see that you’re hurting in ways I can’t fix, but find strength in the fact that I’ve still got your six. The bond that ties us has never been stronger just talk to me bro,...
