Poems

Battlefield soul In me Ravaged,destroyed An inner carnage Is the reflection Of this place. It has brought me To my knees, I am standing But fallen In so many Crimson ways. Yet- I am still standing To this I hold I will push back The bloody tide. I will repair What I...

It’s starting again, yet again, yet again winds are still scything across fields of men The corn’s to be cropped there are lives to be stopped Yes It’s starting again. yet again, yet again. It’s starting once more, once more, once more There’s a knock at the door at...

Bombs explode all around me Gunshots ring in my head My friend is dying beside me The snow is painted blood red The sergeant’s barking orders And the noise has finally stopped We have claimed our victory But we have a heavy loss We slowly climb out of the trenches As...

As I patrol this dusty track I find myself thinking back To soldiers who were here before And bravely fought in this merciless war The Taliban hide all around In the hills and under ground And as I slowly pass you by I see the look in your eye Who you are, I do not...

Under a sky That's shared by all They answer country's call Say goodbye. The broken dolls Akimbo lay Battered in the bloody spray Where all falls. All are winners who return Loved ones seen again Children grown to women and men One day yet we'll learn.

I was a child of my mother when you came, wrenched us both apart. Stole the love that I sought, the comfort it brought, and forced me to hate from the start. I was an innocent child when you came, stole my precious youth. I thought my world was secure, knew nothing of...

The sun beats down my back sweat drips off my brow and I feel my companions hot breath on my neck as we march, foot after foot mile after mile. Each step brings us closer to the hour of battle closer to honour to pieces of metal on our chests and to the stench of...

The dark and swirling black cloud fills the sky with its noxious fumes, Its caustic form stings eyes and darkens minds, We arrived in expectance, Hoping that our stand would weather the onslaught, Yet we leave defeated, And seem unable to find our place in this new...

Half asleep and half in dream…awakened by an awful scene Overhead they seem to scream……above my little room 1, 2 then 3 …..4,5,6,7 hells teeth that might be 8! Explosions all around it feels, shock after shock wave as the walls vibrate And then that very eerie...

Sunlight danced on watery rocks, Waves caressed the bay, The seagulls circled overhead, Seeing off the day, Mans’ mistakes have scarred the eyes, Of all who came to see, Disaster had befell this land, That was plain to see, The remnants of that bloodshed, Lay strewn...

Toilet paper rolls were strewn around the jackknifed trailer, Humvees dust trailed past the smoke veiled engine cab, their turrets popcorned the van that bowled grenades at their bee line. The driver crumpled, rutting sand with his elbows, while the captain kept...

He said that the moon was pale, A silver sliver in the choking night, And that it illuminated their prison like cobwebs in a candle. The deafening thuds and crashes filled The dusty, dangerous air, And lived in harmony with the drowning gases. The ground was thick and...

She sat by the lake attempting to Find the peace and he quiet desired, She saw the bird, dive to water And attempt to catch a salmon, It dodged and swam to the shallows. The war in which her husband Dodged the shot, He was the salmon down in the Valley and he...

Frozen, moving, drawn with lead, Partly, poorly, brightly dead. Outscreams the love and moves the damaged into view, With sorrow crying at the hue of bodies in the hollow mind. Lived in, tiresome, lonesome dread, Exhausted thoughts, too shallow bed. Embrace! The...

Reveille effervesced on the air. The Hope of a new day dawned. The soldier meekly walked to his parapet. There he stood silently waiting, thoughts buzzing. Tommy, next to him spoke out, “Is it possible, ‘The Nutcase’ is here?” “Not Likely”, the meek man said, “This is...

Your Daddy’s off to his training, there’s a war on, you must not cry, they said when he left on a troop train. Training-war-train-do-not-cry baffled my three-year-old mind. Three years with a few brief encounters when he returned home on leave shrouded in battledress...

The flames have scorched the sky to dusk, The black snow flakes fall with but a whisper, The whistle of torn air with the beat of the drum, The forever war goes on unknown. My boot prints are gold in my toiling passage, The wasteland of this once pure city stretches...

The surrealism of war. Extremities reached of; Life and Death Seen by few, glimpsed by more, But only the few relive horrors of War. A situation so dense in its objective nature, though its subjective matter lives forever, in the ‘Few’

If you wear the "butchers apron" then you’re my kind of guy, for you were in Korea when the bullets began to fly, we were called to the land of the Morning Calm in 1951, to help put out a fire the North Korean's had begun. We landed down in Pusan and started trekking...

A jagged spear of lightning splits the pre dawn sky. as half a hundred Englishmen prepare themselves to die, the instant flash of natures light revealed a fearsome sight, of a thousand native warriors that had gathered for the fight. An early morning "stand to" was...

Canopies of silk float from darkened sky, Dropping on to targets, where hidden dangers lie, The ground rushes up to meet you to halt your swift decent, As you prepare yourself for impact, breath held, and knees bent. All at once you’re on the ground, you execute a...

The bugle calls us to attend What must be done before days end, In ranks we form in ordered stance, Until the bugle sounds advance. Gone now are jokes and carefree banter The bugle calls for us to canter, From the canter now the charge The flashing guns now looming...

With singing in their hearts and coal dust in their veins, The hardy Rhonda miners came aboard the crowded trains, They came altogether, father, brother, uncle, son, Called to the Colours, to fight the dreaded Hun. From Powys and from Gwynedd that bounds Caernarfon...

Huddled in a shell hole, pressed into the mire, The battle weary rifleman escapes the enemy fire, The vicious hiss of bullets passing overhead, Sometimes followed by a cry and a comrade falling dead. The mud filled hole holds him fast, like a magic spell, Offering...