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Respected by his brothers another Spartan falls another gone too early to answer Sparta’s call Another friend and brother a warrior at arms no finer man you’ll find to keep us all from harm You were loved so dearly so many of us wept but memories last forever loved...
Listen between the words
“Read between the lines” is the one we mostly know but we must change our thinking to help our losses slow. It isn’t yet enough to say it’s ok to share your woes because regardless of intentions they won’t put truth on show. So if the signs have made you call and...
Listen between the words
“Read between the lines” Is the one we mostly know But we must change our thinking To help our losses slow. It isn’t yet enough to say It’s ok to share your woes Because regardless of intentions They won’t put truth on show. So if the signs have made you Call and...
Farewell
The news was expected her time was to close The news stories written of our fine English rose Our thoughts and our thinking said she’d be fine Our long-reigning monarch who stood against time But come the day did on the 8th of September That our Queen had now passed a...
THOSE DAYS IN BLUE
Eighteen years old, my life set for a change,National Service for me, came into rangeTo serve Queen and country when given the date, But there was no vote for me with a say in the State.A week ‘kitting out’ and much lazing about,Time there in limbo before the...
YOU ARE
YOU ARE The heat to my flame. You are The beat to my heart. You are The tune to my song. You are The smile to my lips. You are The squeeze to my hug. You are The oxygen to my breath. You are The warmth to my sun. You are The blossom to my tree. You are The blue to my...
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Summers’ End
Slipped dress off plastic hanger felt it’s crisp cotton lightness fingertip touch of buttercups and daises a sash of lilac stroked her sun-kissed skin. Breathed in a new memory of meadow-sweet and cup-cakes and small bare feet, running through warm grass. Folds of...
Passchendaele Mud
I saw a poet drowning in Passchendaele mud head jerked back, gaping mouth blood spouting the hardest composition of his life. I saw a poet struggling to breathe the truth of war; an audience not hearing his epitaph. I saw a poet die in Passchendaele mud tattered pages...
At One With…
Laying down her sketchbook, young artist Freya, knelt by the flower bed musing on her inner thoughts, as ladybird chases aphid through petals and stalks to edge of the world. Soul of earth, in my veins. Alive in nature, never sleeping, resting but never sleeping, I am...
Displacement
In no concept of time my inner song silenced when I was displaced from earthen roots – limb torn... Imbedded now in silted lake bed two thirds submerged waterlogged in depth of darkness... Nightmares , fear of fully drowning brachial artery just breaking surface -...
Taraxacum officinale
Dried I am tea In root I am coffee I cleanse, I purify, restore balance. As wine I am a flavourful tonic; never meant to be the gardeners nemesis but the Chef’s friend tossed in a summer salad garnished with pansies. I am dandelion and when I seed I blow away - in...
On the theme of; It had started out like any other day…
Have you ever met a mouse? I mean really met a mouse a mouse that converses in human tongue. I did once upon a time. I found her in the library peeping out from Lewis Carroll. “Ssshh” she said. “The children are asleep.” I turned from ‘The Old Curiosity Shop’ my...
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"Through my own experiences in talking with the boys and girls about their thoughts on war and how they felt about going into action… through poetry they express themselves with absolute clarity, deep feeling and simplicity. I only have to read 'In Flanders Field' or Kipling's 'Tommy' to fully appreciate and be thankful for the beauty of FLOW. We must never forget them."
Dame Vera Lynn DBE — Our late patron, 1917–2020
