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The Maple of Alesund

The wind bites at the death of hope

Beautiful mountains stare from the distance waiting

A town scarred from a fire lingering in mind

As the silence quells the last of hope

 

Soldiers, guns and tanks roll through

Seeking opposition on a path straight through

Fortifications find footing, scarring the beauty of those hills

Where evil lurks and killing is a thrill

 

In am...

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Christmas Will Pass Them By

Christmas Will Pass Them By.

 

We all gather around full of Christmas joy and cheer.

Preparing to celebrate the most selfish time of the year.

Obsessed by our own desires, wishes, greed’s and needs.

Sense of fulfilment and achievement we need to feed.

 

Cocooned within in our social and family bubbles.

Not giving a second thought to anyone else's troubles.

Table bulging ...

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Boots Too

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The Lunatics are On the Move

The Lunatics are On the Move.

 

We have sat for years and turned an ignorant blind eye.

Now we are closer than ever to paying the inevitable price.

Only defending out of greed, self-preservation and interest.

Sometimes creating unwarranted and unneeded conflict.

 

Claiming we have an automatic right for a place at the top table.

 With us by your side the world will be consi...

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1000 days

The fractured walls of wickedness in war

Are on display each day at any time.

The morning tittle tattles rise and fall

And poets churn out verses in sweet rhyme,

But somewhere, here or not so far away,

A child is killed by missiles from above,

A mother grieves for her departed son

And husbands weep for what they think was love,

While no one makes the evil men account

For...

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Walking into light

Morning sun silvered the poplar leaves

Somewhere others lay in the cut clay, waiting 

And I smelt the sea’s dead things

As I walked. 

Kelp, razor shells, crabs, limpets

 

We laughed and swam in sandy craters

And I walked

By Goat's Water, the Old Man looked down

As he had for all my life 

And all those other lives before

The smell of wet bracken, sphagnum, washed sl...

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warwar poetrythe great warthe sommeRemembrance Day

I Remember

I Remember.

 

Thank you I say.

For the sacrifice.

You made.

In the dark.

Of the night.

You gave up.

Your life.

So, freedom.

Could be saved.

 

You lay.

In the ground,

as I look.

Down.

At my friend.

And you're free.

From pains of war.

 

Tear in my.

Eye.

Pride in my.

Heart.

I will always.

Remember you as.

I have done before...

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Children of Heaven

These children have shining eyes yet sharp,

A strength carved deep upon each face.

 

They are not princes or princesses from a fairy tale;

They are real, present on the earth of Gaza, full of pain and trials.

Their story is recorded without the embellishment of fantasy,

Sending a message to awaken the human conscience,

Which has dulled under the glitter of a fleeting world.

...

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Gazawargenocidehumanity

Ukraine

Ukraine.

 

Battle worn and hungry.

Wounded hurting and angry.

Fighting to save my homeland.

From the evil Russian man.

My world has been blown upside down.

Death and devastation all around.

My parents raised me as a proper man.

And hatred is something I cannot understand.

I have pride running through my veins.

Until my last breath, I will defend Ukraine.

 

Na...

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I Might Be a Lunatic.

I Might Be a Lunatic.

 

I believe all the wars could end.

I believe every nation could be friends.

I believe we can wash the blood from the streets.

I believe there must be a way to find peace.

 

I believe we can all love thy neighbour again.

I believe we have it in us to understand.

I believe the world together can end poverty.

I believe everyone should be treated eq...

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“Welcome to the Show!”

Gaza is forced onto a boundless stage,

A spectacle of endless conflict,

In a world where roles are chosen by power

 

Trump says, "Welcome to the show!" 

He knows his role, he knows his lines, 

Staging a political performance beneath the guise of humanity

 

Upon the stage owned by the United Nations, 

They send hollow promises to Gaza, 

Leaving them choking in the ...

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Stars and Stripes

big brother
little kids,
children in the middle
of
civil war torn nations

warring

civil discourse

say your prayers

“Our Father”

we gather together to ask for salvation

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God

At every corner of the world I turn,

I come across the stink and shape of death

And dodge the battered buildings to keep safe.

Yet still I hear the noisy men of war

Talk euphemistically of grades and gain,

Assuring us that all they want is peace.

Sad to relate, that treasured bird has flown;

From this time on, our God is on his own.

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WarpeaceUkraine

The Luck of the Draw

You may have the misfortune to

Live upstairs from or right next door

To somebody they want to kill.

It’s not your choice; you have no voice

In whose blood they would like to spill.

And, being close, it could be you,

Who sees the bomb fall through their floor.

No one's fault. The luck of the draw.

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Wartragedycivilians

Sky farmers

Atmospheric asphyxia,

 

Possibly the reason for ADHD and dyslexia, more to the point causing total hysteria, CO2 saving to save the world, but still fly your bombs off to Syria.

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My eyes are open early to ensure my mind stays sure, I observe white planes against the clear blue canvas and the lines that they can draw. 

 

T...

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Reality of Love

The love we thought we had to give

Is an entirely different meaning of love we have now 

We came together as broken pieces 

Mending each other together separately 

While shielding our love from our own prejudice views

Individuals don’t have the strength to penetrate through 

Though we came close to letting our shield fall 

Quickly grabbing ahold because our hands loosened slig...

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Fog of War

smoking barrels
in talks —about the past
around the campfire

you could cut the tension with a knife

the only thing needed is a good sense of humor

And,
…try not to lose your self along the way

the buddy system
marching—
side by side
do you trust that man with your life?
willing to take a bullet for them?
behind every great man is a great woman…

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My Enemy

Maybe my enemy enjoys a joke,

When seated round a table with his mates.

I can believe that he’s a decent bloke,

Except when the demand of war dictates.

 

Perhaps he likes his football at weekends;

His mother might still bring his cup of tea.

Yet now it’s captured land that he defends,

And if he’s ordered he will shoot at me.

 

Our paths may well have crossed when we w...

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UkraineWar

England [Stop the Boots!]

…and did those boots in World War time,

Stamp around England’s pleasant land:

And were those Blackshirt fascist sods,

From Cable Street off-seen!

 

Never did we countenance a time,

When journalists would see th’ Old Bill!

At dawn, a-knocking on their doors,

For telling truth, with fear instilled!

 

We must not cease Evil to Fight,,

Nor must my pen sleep in my hand...

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Business (A friendly face)

I took one in the back,

And fell down on the ground.

I sought a friendly face,

And saw one that I knew,

Approaching me at pace:

A pal from student days,

Now on the other side.

‘I’m not to blame,’ he says,

And shoots, in the same place.

‘It’s business, it’s not you.’

His words seemed quite profound,

(I don't think I replied)

Yet they took me aback,

As I lay th...

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WarUkraine

A Fault In The Architecture

 

I sat in the cafe as I had when a boy.

Sitting as if I'd see the world as I did back then,

When the steam from my tea cup 

snatched a rainbow from the window light

It seemed the world was full of colour 

But, now the cafe was derelict, charcoaled.

The window lay in shards & fragments 

The colours of the rainbow, repelling 

There was rot in the architecture 

of both ...

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Warriots

Kursk (A provocation!)

We feel bad about our provocation;

We didn’t mean to cause you such upset.

Of course, you are innocent and blameless;

Our troops were only sent in for a bet.

 

Our little strategic incursion

Was even-handed and sincerely meant.

There was no wish to violate your borders;

No malice was contained in our intent.

 

Wait a second, though! At provocation,

You’ve shown you...

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UkraineWarFutility

An Airshow Progressive

 

The Farnborough Airshow is much more than that. It is one of the countries largest Arms Fairs. The deals are made beyond the public gaze, the corporate days outnumber the public days. This poem relates to the masquerade that is The Farnborough Air Show and Murder Incorporated.

 

 

Women, Children, Ice cream, Balloons,

excitement, enticement, sonic booms...

 

Shattered Stree...

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Ice Cream Van

That jangling tune 
told of sweet times ahead
Children playing with hosepipes 
on hot summer streets
and gleaming bikes ridden
across freshly swept pavements
How the ice cream van 
sparked joy and hope
O, the heady idyl 
of childhood…

Now the ice cream van 
toils a different purpose
macabre and tuneless
its contents chilling
The limbs of children
parts of mothers
Lifeless figures...

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wargazakilling

Haveli

 

The house stands quiet behind its useless walls,

as if a wedding cake cut but not devoured.

Discarded tools and children’s toys, the crumbs of life.

Inside, a stagnant calm of dust breathes for no-one.

 

Patches of earth curled with weeds.

The scratchings of beasts consumed by men

score the kill pen floor. Men who ate with fingers

greased with blood and vengeful mind...

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war

A thousand faces

 

These eyes now laid on natures’ wings
have seen the sum of hateful things,
enough that English Winter Skies
as Pale as death cannot disguise

the salty sorrow in a tear,
intrusive nightmares ever near.
An empty voice shocked free from words
which when it speaks is never heard.

Yet by the River from the hide
I saw a bird and almost cried,
as through its feathered curtain shone
a ...

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Aabey 96 ( a mountain walk )

 

Buried in her wedding dress

the tomb a ruin now,

cracked open is what once was blessed

where dogs and vermin prowl.

 

On fertile steps of Grove and Vine

where boots so cruelly stamped,

once yours, now theirs’, that once was mine,

too many tribes encamped.

 

But hearts and minds don't document

with paper, pen and deed,

what's taken, forced, was never lent

...

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war

Evacuation

Some people say home’s where the heart is found;

I don’t know. Perhaps it’s the being there,

The rooted opposite of somewhere else.

Fond memories may have tipped the scales

In favour of this slow, contented place:

The local shops, the chatter’s usual sound,

The morning stroll to coffee on the square,

The precious banality of passers-by,

Though each slab of this ecosphere wi...

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WarevacuationUkraine

1941, the 22nd of June, The Sky With the Rising Moon...

1941, the 22nd of June,

The sky with the rising moon,

At 4 in the early morning,

Without any warning,

When children peacefully slept,

Hitler the most horrible plan kept.


It was Sunday.
Today it’s the saddest day
In the history
Of my long-suffering country.


Hitler broke the non-aggression pact
And my motherland was attacked.
The Great Patriotic War had started
With a ...

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Summit

‘Look at the big picture,’

Cried the man in the suit.

So I took his advice

And ignored the sniper,

The stiff, the nightly raid,

The trivia of grief.

I turned to the summit,

Its polished chandeliers,

Its underarm hygiene,

Its on-tap refreshment,

(‘Still or sparkling, Madam?),

While, in the dregs of war,

The uninvited crouch

And hope the shells will miss.

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Hebridean Graves

 

A Sea Loch Graveyard walled and gated

hues of purple peated earth,

the stones stand stoic, weather dated,

washed up from their briny birth.

 

Some names unknown "A Sailor" lies,

in silence resting side by side.

Adrift they came from distant skies

as tears that fell, though never cried.

 

On other shores long lives lived out

to wonder at what might have been,

...

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WarCultureLoss

Silent Harbour

 

Borrow against your future days

that this moment ever lives,

for what such credit takes away

the joy of now forgives.

 

We cannot touch what has gone

nor conjure what's to come,

our memories may live on and on

what's lost might yet be won.

 

The silent harbour once a throng

with hope and fearful men,

sits peaceful now and has done long

for what was done ...

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WarRemembrance

Episode

 

My life force has gone

whatever confidence I had is crushed

I cannot hear my voice

I cannot hear any voice

except panic

and anger

 

I am lost in a street walking the wrong way

shoulders bumped and jarred

I move to the wall

I press hard against it

It pushes me into the flow

my fear turns to violence

 

There is no reason to lash out

no reason to h...

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PTSDWar

Thank you

 

These dunes have been draped with flesh,

some on summer days surrendering to lovers

some under the gun by blood brothers.

The days between then and now are in the sand,

each footprint, each drop of joy and blood still here.

Children rush the shoreline chased by foamy waves.

We built monuments and carved men’s names

where beautiful children share happy games.

 

Beyon...

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WarGratitudeRemembranceHistory

Stolen dog

 

A soldier kicked down the door and stole a yelping dog,

the children sobbed while their mother cursed god.

 

Later the widows were blown out, the roof glowed red

against a ghostly bone white moon.

 

The dog curled itself to sleep beneath a different flag

after filling its belly for the first time in weeks.

 

This poem is based on an event I witnessed in the H2 area ...

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WarConflictHate

God Didn't Know What to Say

People are cheaper, things are more expensive,

With a lack of spirituality, men are more offensive.

Ducky lips and selfie, a bare ass,

They forgot the beautiful word “lass”.


 

Passing by the poor people, watching mangy cats

Their faces remind me of dangerous rats.

His dad is a deputy, he studied in the States,

Now he is responsible for others' fates.

 

Someone is fi...

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warpeace

Post Traumatic Civilian

There's no stars out in this darkened sky.
As a curl up, on the hard floor to lie
I cannot lay safe, cozied on this soft bed.
Not with the noises and memories floating in my damn head.
The cracks and the bangs that rang out in the night.
Times I saw many men fall, disappear out of sight.

Was that today, yesterday, or maybe tomorrow?
No bravery left here there's only raw sorrow.
The noise...

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Draft Dodger

Are we allowed to be afraid?

Is it compulsory to fight?

Many would choose to be elsewhere

When faced with a foe and its might.

 

Are we a traitor if we leave,

Or a patriot if we stay?

It is no shame to show contempt

For warfare, and to keep away.

 

And ‘pacifist’, that grubby word

That hardly dares to speak its name?

Why should we join the ranks of hate

Or pl...

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WarpacifismUkraine

Lest we Forget

So I sit alone, cold on a bench, world's away from my comrades, that lie dead in the trench.
These hands that saw violence, these eyes growing dark, this world bathed in silence, a new journey to embark.

We did it for kings, we followed the crown, we rushed from the boats, I saw many drown. 
They pinned a shiny medal, right there on my chest, and I heard the bell toll as we laid them to rest.
...

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What's Of The Heart

What’s of the eyes if not to see -

a darkness on the land,

perpetuated by a world

that will not understand.

 

What’s of the ears if not to hear -

a silence through the night.

A deafness born of leaders with

no care of what is right.

 

What’s of the lips if not to speak -

a fading muffled voice,

drowned out by those in power who

refuse the people’s choice.

...

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The Washing on the Line

The washing on the line is mine, is mine;

The washing on the line, it dries, it dries.

My best friend down the road, he dies, he dies;

Our enemy of old, he lies, he lies.

The washing on the line, it sighs, it sighs.

 

The washing on the line is mine, is mine;

The washing on the line, it blows, it blows.

Desire for revenge, it grows, it grows;

The guilty man nearby, he cr...

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Warallegory

Silhouettes

Death transcends the toll of time.

Stands beneath a smoke-filled sky.

Spirits rise up from the past,

row by row from first to last.

 

Like silhouettes of lifeless trees

against the sun, no foot can flee.

Then sink they into desert sand…

as hate consumes the life of man.

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wardeathtragedyhuman historyworld history

The Gap

Don’t shoot!

Stop the violence,

Stop the killing.

Don’t waste your time with gods,

Or clerics on the greasy pole,

Or warped ideology

Which tells you what to think,

Or the cult of the madmen,

The travelling circus,

The usual suspects,

The old men in suits,

The gap –

Between the theory and the practice.

Be yourself;

Lay down your arms,

Reach out your hand...

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Warpeace

For Peace

we have to fight a war
against terror
against psychological terror
against psychopathical leaders
we have to fight a war

United Nations Office for Disarmament Affairs (UNODA)


 

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Two Years On - Poems on the War in Ukraine

As you may have seen on the News and Features page, I have compiled a selection of fifty poems to mark the second anniversary of Russia's invasion of Ukraine. Some of these poems will be familiar to regular contributors, but a number have not yet featured on the WOL blog.

This is a private print and not available for general sale, but I would be pleased to send a free PDF copy by e-mail to anyb...

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UkraineWarwriteoutloud

Time Passes

‘Time passes,’ said the man at our table.

‘People want something new.’ I guess he’s right.

It's the prevailing theory round here.

‘The same old faces,’ opined another;

‘You know, Zelensky. Always wants money.’

And ‘here’ is anywhere, maybe everywhere.

Time passes. All of us know that feeling:

You turn a new page in a calendar

Or put away Christmas decorations.

At cricket...

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Ukrainetimewar

Doomsday

Doomsday

 

Grey clouds roll in

The Sun sets in

Long ago was the summer of smiles

Now dark brooding anguish riles

 

Only the forgotten battlefields remember

The light green and the fond Heather

While with winds kiss

The clock winds and begins to hiss

 

The ticking is louder than ever now

As we wind our lives further down

While far away the threat is real

...

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Bad News

A morning to freeze the spirits.

As they shiver in hollowed times,
Workers stamp and spit used breath.

At the corner I see two men:

Their eyes wet from today’s bad news.

‘You can always tell,’ says my guide;

'They both had sons where it happened.'

I try to do an interview:

Get short shrift. Understandably.

As we leave, one of them calls out:

‘Poetry is dead. Art is dead...

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Ukrainewar

Queues

We queued at the supermarket;

I saw that everyone was dead.

And yet they were still standing.

Out of defiance? Contempt?

Perhaps just out of habit.

 

We queued at the bakery,

And in the rows of cakes

We saw the faces of the fallen:

Unmoved, at last at peace.

 

We queued at the bus stop.

A passer-by called out to us

And we called back,

But no one was alive

...

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UkraineWar

Dove

A viper slides its way beneath the grass;

The animals of prey are on the prowl.

The innocent and helpless stand no chance

Against the savage tastes of hawk and owl.

 

Upstairs, forbidden lovers take the plunge;

Their beads of sticky sweat adorn the bed.

She’s fast asleep while he boosts up his pack;

Outside waits a procession of the dead.

 

The hunters beat the heavin...

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