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“The gunshots be gushing by burst of fire” “after the other with fallen around the darkness of the mud of blood and sheer horrifying sadness of the deepest seas by the longing of screams of our brothers not being able to get to our flowers”. “For what sheer sights of...
The Cemetery Poem
A sea of grey What a price to pay A long time has passed, but our memories should last. Rows of the very brave, their lives they gave. They died for us, their bodies lie in the graves today, most still nameless. So wear your poppy with pride, for all those brave men...
To Run With The Hare…
Those wrens that dart there by the tree Could there some deeper meaning be? An allusion that of some truth might seek Of some profound emotion speak. You think that fewer words would do (Was this composed for me, not you.) And, then, again the Muse might come And off...
A NEW POEM
And even now I sit and dream Not knowing how it might have been Exactly where we two did meet Which hour, which second, on which street Perhaps in summer, spring or fall Or even if we met at all Eventually my dreams of you May one day prove to be untrue
Lakeside
Sitting by the water at the end of the day I closed my eyes for awhile Thinking of how time was passing by Not noticed by the rank and file Of a society living life as best they might With what seems like the speed of light And here am I sat at the waterside As yet...
Riverside.
As I sit and look at the scene before me In the chill of the evening air Enjoying the peace and tranquillity Without a worry or care Totally entranced by the wonders I see As the details I start to note The calmness of the water in the river Creating an atmosphere so...
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MOBILE TELEPHONE BLUES
MOBILE TELEPHONE BLUES In cafes, restaurants and bars On buses, lorries, backs of cars It seems that people can’t leave home Without their personal telephone They’re walking down a busy street Oblivious to all they meet Chins tucked down against their chest As if...
WEDDING AT DALHOUSIE CASTLE
Tattered flags speak of a time long past A coin into a deep well’s cast. That wish for happiness, whatever comes The wheel of fortune ever turns… Though words may be a hollow thing- Love’s promise -bounden by a ring. The Drum Tower where no drumrolls heard- The Crown...
FAILING THE DEAD
One hundred years and still we fail The fallen dead of Passchendaele Who fought a war to end all wars Believing in their righteous cause Yet year on year we fight again Inflicting misery and pain Those Spirits of The First World War Must wonder what their death was...
On Happiness
These words were written in your praise No fireworks, no cannon, no trumpets’ blaze. Though like a queen upon her throne You’ll toast that happiness you’ve known. Though Life may cast a cloud or two Your friends were always there for you. And, come the Autumn of our...
The Firefighter
I'm staring blankly Frankly I'm broken My heart can't be mended Befriended or woken An emptiness consumes me In sorrow I'm soaked My words can't be heard As I'm strangled and choked As tears stripe each cheek With a trail of sadness. My soul is stained black With the...
Looking Out My Window
I look out my window On the parking lot And see the mad cat That lives underneath the apartment house And look out at the park Thinking of taking a walk The cat looks at me Kindred spirits perhaps Retired waiting to die
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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
