by Anonymous | Sep 1, 2010 | Poetry
My name is of no consequence, You may even take a poll To find out who I really am, The truth, ‘RUMOUR CONTROL’. I know of everyone’s business, Even before they do. If nothing happens and I’m bored, I make them all come true. If life is dead and terribly dull, I make...
by Anonymous | Sep 1, 2010 | Poetry
She came one night to Germany They had to let her go, She came to join the army For about three years or so. We met her at the station Her spirits were really blank So we took her to the local pub They call the Allee Schanke (Church) We go there now quite often And...
by Chris Hayles | Aug 30, 2010 | Poetry
Snow up to the waist Freezing feet and soaking socks The cold is creeping everywhere The low rumbling of the guns The smell of cordite in the air The drum of Don10 is heavy The drum itself all covered in ice My gloves are soaking My fingers are numb As I stagger and...
by Chris Hayles | Aug 30, 2010 | Poetry
The mournful bell slowly tolls echoing across the fields The early morning mist begins to rise Exposing a Wiltshire town beneath grey skies People milling around as if waiting for something to happen The mournful bell still tolls Old men in blazers and berets stand...
by John Cox | Jul 13, 2010 | Poetry
Do not cry for me. If you must, cry for those I left behind. For I am a professional, and this is inherent in my profession. I did what I did in the knowledge That as I dealt it so it may be dealt. And I did it in the company Of the best human beings, I could have...
