by Gordon Bruce | Apr 9, 2011 | Poetry
Blue padded cover with gold around the outside, images of the past secured on the inside I opened album, the photos I see, they are of my mum and a man who means nothing to me On a seat not so far away, I see my dad looking at me The pages I turn, this man and mum I...
by Gordon Bruce | Apr 9, 2011 | Poetry
I awoke this morning, I moaned and groaned, I have a job where I want to stay at home I look out the window I see the outside, why can’t I go back to bed and simply hide Bus, car or the early train, commuting in rush hour is such a pain When I was younger I had hopes...
by David McDonald | Mar 29, 2011 | Poetry
I can’t remember the last time I felt my mother’s warm embrace I don’t even remember when I last looked upon her beautiful face I’m not that sure if my memories are false but I think she loved me most of all But I might be wrong she probably loved all of her children...
by David McDonald | Mar 29, 2011 | Poetry
“Give it back you bastard” you’ve no right to take it away I never signed for this you knob it was never mentioned on the day All I was told was “a trade you can learn some travelling maybe some fun” Who the hell came up with this idea who thought it was fun with a...
by Dennis Shrubshall | Mar 28, 2011 | Poetry
When young you may yearn to be a Military Man And look forward to fulfil your dream Your head is full of various choices And some you may take to extreme You could choose to join the Army as a Soldier Or the RAF to be a pilot and fly There’s always the Navy who are...
