by Pam Clatworthy | Feb 11, 2010 | Poetry
A handsome blue-eyed soldier in uniform so fine, Boots burnished up with polish Black as steam coal from a mine, Creases in his trousers, oh so keenly pressed Buttons made of shining brass Buffed up to impress. A handsome blue-eyed soldier Walks toward me for a kiss,...
by Robert Carson | Nov 22, 2009 | Poetry
The smells, and the sounds and the unfriendly crowds The children who bustled and gathered around And the news of a girlfriend a husband, or son And the man on the roof and the glare of the sun. When the desert is quiet and the Helmand runs still And a sniper awaits...
by Alison Jones | Nov 18, 2009 | Poetry
I sent my man out last night I waved goodbye as he watched me cry I don’t know when he’ll be back home but I sure hope that it’s soon I sent my man out to fight I don’t know why but he thinks it’s right He thinks that it’s what he...
by Anonymous | Nov 17, 2009 | Poetry
IT WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS HE LIVED ALL ALONE IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE I LOOKED ALL ABOUT A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE NO TINSEL NO PRESENTS NOT...
by Nick Massey | Nov 14, 2009 | Poetry
The silence is ringing so loudly in my ears, everything’s much closer bigger larger than life, a life that cracks like an egg on the rim of a hot pan, and bleeds pure raw fear. Heat from the fires nearly burns my face, and the smell of cordite diesel and something...
