And the letters that lodged in my head;
The pausing and disbelieving
At the words: SINATRA DEAD!
Minstrel of so many years
And many a haunting track;
The Voice now lost to that vale of tears
But eternal in each playback....
Friday 24th May 2013 4:16 pm
raid on the great dams of industrial wartime Germany. I am re-posting this poem - dedicated
to Sqdn. Ldr. G.L. "Johnny" Johnson DFC, sergeant-bomb-aimer on AJ-T for Tommy - who
took his crew around the Sorpe dam ten times before being ready to drop their bomb on its
Thursday 16th May 2013 4:48 pm
If nothing else - a new sensation.
With advancing years such things are found
On the magical medical merry-go-round.
There was even a choice for a dicky ticker
But they said that this was new - and quicker
Than the other two they offered for free,
So I said that'll do for me.
If such occasions have to pass
Well - it's a rest from...
Saturday 11th May 2013 11:42 pm
punching it in the face - and who was later reported to be receiving "disability" benefit!
Spare us your song of self-pity
The world's had enough of that ditty!
The refrain stays the same -
Monday 22nd April 2013 3:39 pm
As a muffled bell tolls in the sky;
Some cheer (few jeer), some clap. some sigh...
Liittle old lady passing by
A sovereign and her consort wait
For a coffin carried through the gate,
Acknowledged with a sideways eye,..
Little old lady passing by.
The service done, the guests and kin
Emerge to let new life begin;
Beyond, beneath a noon-day sky,
Wednesday 17th April 2013 12:52 pm
Not all would take her side,
But as we headed into the sight
Of war, we found our pride.
The fifty pound travel allowance we knew
That brought us ridicule
Was forgotten when we claimed the due
Of new found North Sea fuel.
But our once great motor car concerns
Were lost to union attacks;
Red Robbo and others taking turns
To stop them in their tracks...
Monday 8th April 2013 5:07 pm
That they'd take away our right to share
The sight of a life of courage and risk,
What price Red Rum or Mr Frisk?
A racehorse lives to race and run,
Some love the mud, and some the sun.
The folk who keep them love them too,
Without that what would racehorses do?.
There is no finer sight around
Than a high fence cleared with one bound,
Saturday 6th April 2013 3:57 pm
They keep banging on about?
Using words - if words could talk,
That would stamp their feet and shout!
Just who are they oppressing
And what do they hope to gain?
Do they oppress like tyrants -
Or is it necessary pain?
Do we invent our demons
For each imagined slight?
Do we need an enemy
To put us in the right?
Are our alleged oppressors
Monday 1st April 2013 4:21 pm
Into the maelstrom of World War One he and his kind were hurled.
When the carnage was over and the survivors staggered back
There was little here left for any brave man-jack.
And when World War Two was declared over twenty years on
That generation was called upon and once more to war had gone...
To free the peoples of Europe on...
Monday 25th March 2013 11:14 am
Life seen through distorting prisms
Common sense gets no deference
Equality can mean preference
And society's a sequence of schisms!
Thursday 21st March 2013 4:26 pm
Peeping from beneath the tree,
The lemon primrose spoke to me.
Winter's done, I heard it say,
Warmer days are on the way.
Mother Nature waits with glee,
The First Rose is my name, you see;
While other flowers stay...
Saturday 16th March 2013 4:47 pm
It enjoys a truly enviable sale.
Comedians at the BBC
Deride its name incessantly.
An expected way to get a laugh
When The Guardian provides the BBC staff.
Why do "they" make such a fuss
About its stance of "them and us"?
And its worry about a jobless nation
Facing uncontrolled immigration?
Is its stance to be abhorred
Saturday 9th March 2013 1:47 pm
Some mysterious shut-down day -
That sees a poem disappear
From the WOL light of day?
Is there something about mid-February
Like a black hole beyond the sun,
While poems that come afterwards,
Are shining "two for one"?
Some poems are worth reading twice
Like a letter in the post,
But here is this month's mystery -
What date mak...
Wednesday 27th February 2013 5:15 pm
quoted and the image referred to are 100% correct. I love its unintentional black humour.
The funniest photo I can recall
Was taken after a gangster's fall;
A Mafia Don got HIS one-liner
When shot to death in an Italian diner.
Friday 15th February 2013 5:09 pm
The woe of those whose work's not there;
But when it comes to their out-of-work cares,
Where are the Labour millionaires?
When Labour's star was shining bright
Who can deny they did all right,
So comrades...brothers...sisters too...
Why aren't they helping all of you?
I recall one who in an ad.
Boasted of how much he had
Friday 8th February 2013 4:30 pm
army officers, there are plans for a similar publication from police officers.
Now that poetry gives Plod the nod,
Like a spark to untold unlit candles,
Will the boot-measured tread
Be replaced instead
By the hush-step of open-toed sandals?!...
Saturday 2nd February 2013 4:22 pm
My sister lost her husband not long ago
A time of grief and tears
But time can help the mind prepare
For the lonely ensuing years.
And her life has had other companions
Of an origin Siamese
Who seem to spend their purring lives
Trying their best to please.
As if they know their place is now
To comfort and console
To provide some ongoing love beyond
The knowledge of the human soul...
Friday 1st February 2013 5:34 pm
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"No, no, please don't" - then a scream.
The knives were out to kill that shout
And murder the hope and the dream.
Tuesday 29th January 2013 1:51 am
I seem to get stuck behind some soul in a dither!
Extremely annoying, but what's even odder..
I've often been seen as a bit of a plodder.
But I KNOW where I'm going (and even where I've gone),
While the ditherers don't know what planet they're on.
Completely oblivious of what's happening around,...
Friday 25th January 2013 12:35 pm
essentially about control. And the sight of those gorgeous robes and the rest of the paraphernalia on show
merely enforces my cynicism and finds me reverting to my school day &...
Friday 11th January 2013 4:55 pm
You're never seen in the H of P.
Are you running some religious order
Somewhere north of England's border?
Avoiding each and every mention
Of some poor soul with a vanished pension,
Or how - citing prudence - brash and bold
You made a sale of the Nation's gold.
To see our neighbours grab this steal
You'd think they'd won "Deal - o...
Wednesday 9th January 2013 4:51 pm
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