by Richard Gildea | Jun 30, 2016 | Poetry
I dream of days when Lamb was plentiful Antipodean fare (beyond compare) When joints of meat once proved presentable Unlike said ‘cuts’ which left our plates so bare Bananas too (irregular of size) From o’er the seas, wouldst land upon our shores Set sail with fabrics...
by Richard Gildea | Jun 30, 2016 | Poetry
What e’er elite may wish as “way to go” Monopolising each and every move ‘The People’ seek no more than “quid pro quo” No need of hoarding wealth, with point to prove One’s life means so much more, if not for gain Considering the needs of fellow man To share and...
by Richard Gildea | Jun 30, 2016 | Poetry
From East to West yon ‘Wagon Train’ rolls on Around ‘Das Capital’ – creating snag If heading North or South ‘all hope hath gone’ Should e’er confirm escape, my tail twud wag Each lane doth move along at said “snail’s pace” Acquaintance left or right may prove...
by Richard Gildea | Jun 30, 2016 | Poetry
Exploding ground doth shake, with earth heaved high Above such wispy clouds as hold no rain Both ‘Lochnagar and Y Sap’ kiss goodbye To foe who are entrenched, (midst hurt and pain) Yet still at ’Zero Hour’ – our planned advance Is met by ‘hail of fire’ from same...
by Richard Gildea | Jun 30, 2016 | Poetry
When drapes were drawn what light there was, twas you No need of lamp (as perched on table round) No need of candle’s glow midst ‘bill and coo’ Forever each (as bathed in sweet surround) A room so filled with love, naught else could hold Where thoughts on life didst...
