by Joseph Mitchell | Jan 19, 2015 | Poetry
Year after year Month after month Day after day Hour after hour Bullet after bullet Shell after shell Soldier after soldier Brother after brother We remember their sacrifice We remember their names We remember the war We must remember, never...
by Jamie Potts | Dec 18, 2014 | Poetry
Men falling Wounded crawling Guns fire Bang Bang Bombs drop Bang Bang Nine million dead Some in a hospital bed Poppies blow row by row
by Elizabeth Murray Shipley | Nov 4, 2012 | Poetry
The Grass Green and Sweet Saplings Growing Free, Sway on Hills and the Meadows. Pink Silky Roses Colours Of Hope and Peace Abound, Paint Them on His Soul This is Our Earthly Prayer.
by Tracey Radford | Oct 5, 2012 | Poetry
We join a line at a bus stop No ordinary queue. A small gathering of strangers, all here for the same reason; to remember six young men none of us knew, killed in a place we can’t imagine. Their pictures pinned to the shelter wall; smiling, confident, brave. A...
by Raymond White | Dec 10, 2011 | Poetry
Ballakelly was a long dark night in cold hell. Where beauty met the beast and horror was unleashed, so horrific my mind can not spell. it was called the dropping well. Some will speak and some will never tell. now days and hours have passed , weeks, months to years....
