Poems

Pink pearls of seed upon the lawn From whom an ivy tree might form. That, hung outside a country inn Brought promise of what lay within. An ivy-clad ruin in Victorian times Inspired the would-be poet's rhyme. White owls upon your berries fed A red dye from your sores...

From the TIME we are born To the day that we die The hands of Time go flying by As Babe’s in cradles Impatiently awaiting their feed To young Children in class Who’ll gain the experience they need There’s a TIME to work To sleep, eat and learn And we are ever aware...

Out on patrol in the cold night air Our adversaries we’re hoping to find Ever alert and with utmost care Travelling through an area that might be mined To them the value of Life comes cheap Cunning and ruthless the enemy of which we speak Booby traps and snipers in...

There is a group of people Who think they are elite. In matters of unfairness… They try to remain discrete. These people, who we know are fake, The Takers they are named. They never give…they only take… Of that they are not ashamed. The Takers take of all our wealth,...

We scanned the desert -a mirage appears... 'Here it comes, lad, man your gun! A warning shot 'ill stop the advance Let's give the enemy a fighting chance.' One shot, then two, and on it comes. The donkey shoots us both a glance Then trots towards us with a prance......

I’m unemployed and unimpressed, It isn’t worth me getting dressed. Nobody wants to pay a wage To someone who has reached my age. Yet I apply for lots of jobs To satisfy the Nation’s Nobs That I am doing all I can To try to be a working man. They send me out on restart...

Standing together Shoulder to shoulder, Year after year, Older and older. Marching along To the tune of a song And the thoughts in my head Are of those who are dead. And those who were there Are fewer and fewer. But the line is as long With the newer and newer. As...

They waited at the busstop Boisterous with drink Casually dressed as if Going to the beach. I heard one mention Iraq. Three lads, probably eighteen years old Though looking much younger. 'What bus'll take me to Kirkhouse?' I asked 'You'll catch ours,' the fair-haired...

To gamble the sun before the dawn Too soon the hope for peace has gone. Though all are pure of heart at birth We come to hate whom we should love. The blood of Life's within our veins With all our sorrows all our pains. Though this may seem a barren land The ocean...

My thoughts go back to a Sunday morn Oh! so many years ago When recollections started And past memories started to flow To a time when I was a Special Police Officer To prevent crime was my main aim As a WPC in uniform And part of the local crimebusters I became We...

At eighty-two, Hugh Hodge runs on He cuts a rather singular form. Although no Christian man should bet Hugh, had the wind upon his step. At the Glasgow marathon he ran to win True faith, within his heart, would burn. Away Hugh went like a puff of smoke- Let younger...

Once upon a time many years ago As her teens were coming to and end And though they were times she would rather forget She wanted to enjoy life rather than pretend As her early life in a broken home Perhaps denied of sympathy and care Which most young ladies will take...

From the time one is born into this world There is lifelong mystery Concerning the way a child will grow And reach their maturity For Females it is a matter of progression As from a Girl to a Young Woman they grow But this doesn’t apply to the male of the species For...

With time comes loss and the loss brings time More time than you can handle flooding the mind. The mind with the memories you cared not to keep But now all so poignant as reasons to weep Weep though you cannot and guilt that you should Should maybe have done more did...

Bullets! Grenades! Flares lit the day. He ran for his life, zig-zagging away. “Man down! Man down,” came the call, as shot in the neck, he crouched by a wall. Hell broke loose, explosions all around. He fell to his knees, landed flat on the ground. he fired two...

To lose a book, you've truly loved The heart might like a flower be crushed. Though words once danced across the page With time, their memory too, would fade... Come the spring, the grass would grow The leaves away with winter blow... And you, another book would find...

Tolling noon on an August Day the cast dome struck forth, a call for a gathering of grief. Summoning a silence which was heard throughout the land as time ceased it’s meaning. A patriotic symbol draped the final carriage as comrades held him aloft in a dutiful...

They gave us a bearing upon which to march with a hand full of orders and collars of starch, The carefree soldier of yesterday’s gone, now lost and alone, the grey man marches on. Helplessly drowning within his own mind, living with memories of unchangeable times,...

I once looked out across the mynd With its rolling dales and hilltops green. To orange glow of morning haze And amber drapes of dew kissed silk on fern. The mountain stream chuckled manically to a concert of cuckoo and woodpigeon And the smell of wild garlic and pine...

Above us the drone of a plane in the sky Making it’s approach to land Watched by many anxious people As below on the Tarmac they stand And as the huge aircraft comes to a halt And their mighty engines to silence fell There was an air of reverence and silence in the...

When you sit alone in the Eventide And review the day that has passed Do you ever give thought to those less fortunate For if you did you may sit there aghast Just imagine spending your life alone As well as in the depths of despair For them there is no one to turn to...

Let me take your hand So I may catch you if you fall I promise I will not let go Be strong my son, stand tall Let me be the one you turn to So you can share with me your fears I promise I will give you strength Be strong my son, dry your tears Let me hold you in my...