by Ron Martin | Jun 15, 2015 | Poetry
I often sit and ponder the mysteries of life I ask what the reason for so much unhappiness and strife After a few minutes thought the answer comes to me The answer is to be found in the decline of morality I think back to the days of my youth When life was based on...
by Richard Gildea | Jun 11, 2015 | Poetry
Conferred by one who was ‘French Forces’ head On those of meritorious intent “It is with baubles such, that men are led” (Known utterance Napoleon didst vent) Twas ‘Little Corp’ral’ now ‘Môn General’ Who raised from common horde, ‘Chevalier’ No longer...
by Dave Butler | Jun 8, 2015 | Poetry
He awoke at three this morning With confusion in his head He’d been with a lifelong friend Who since yesterday was dead Well it wasn’t actually yesterday More like three years ago But the way his grieving was You’d never really know He sat there for...
by James Love | Jun 5, 2015 | Poetry
His eyes bulged, He looked down at the pain. I pulled with all my being! Then lunged, and bayoneted him again. No word we spake. No utterance he cried. I stuck em once , I stuck em twice ….. And then he died...
by Ron Martin | Jun 5, 2015 | Poetry
When the green of summer changes to an autumn glow, When the sun settles in the western skies, When the hours of sunlight get less and less each day, When the flowers of the field say their goodbyes, We can hear the music of the autumn requiem, Which reminds us that...
by Richard Gildea | Jun 5, 2015 | Poetry
Massaged, midst preparation and shampoo What bliss to feel warm water rinse away Such form of relaxation doth imbue By simple use of products to convey With hair twixt fingers, scissors will employ To trim and cut whilst keeping sides aligned As gentle hands ‘snip...
