Poetry Blogs (battle)
All my life I've been used like a weapon
Being aimed, knocked and drawn, facing friendly fire
Little seeds being planted by words and feelings
Anything to which your twisted minds desire
Manipulating me until I'm alone and disconnected
Cutting loose all ties, that know your true nature
Because now you know that is the only thing that'll save ya
You don't realise that I do not need the ...
Thursday 30th August 2018 12:13 pm
You try to escape the demons
But they latch on way too tight,
Their claws digging into my body
And mind, with all their might.
Fighting is exhausting,
It physically and mentally drains.
But still I endure it, hoping
One day I will finally escape the pain.
Tuesday 19th June 2018 10:05 pm
It's a tough pill to swallow.
I want to fucking puke.
This feeling in my stomach,
like I swallowed a live nuke.
They just give me pills to swallow
and run a lot of useless tests.
I tried so hard to keep it away,
to fight it off but it infests.
I hate these pills I swallow.
I feel the cancer in my veins.
It's consuming my body
and fucking with my brain.
It's not your pill to swallow.
Monday 18th June 2018 1:35 pm
Every moment to fear,
Forever holding back internal tears.
Life- so complicated,
The world too big, too scary,
my mind so full of queries.
Never certain, never happy,
each decision could be deadly.
An escapes impossible,
every outcomes implausible.
Sinking under water,
Always being taken for a martyr.
The pain runs so deep,
Barely able to ...
Sunday 17th June 2018 11:34 pm
Pain hurts in the middle of the day, in the middle of the night and in many other ways
It masks itself as shame and keeps calling your name
Calling out to the God who says He cares
But finding silence and distant stares
I want to be happy
I want to be whole
I want to be free of the ghost that haunts me
Haunting my days and wrestling with my nights
They won't let...
Tuesday 12th June 2018 5:57 pm
We have received the call to battle
heard the bugles call
we're heading off to war boys
to fight once and for all
there's no promising that any of us
will ever make it back
I'll be there and you will too
beneath skies of grey and black
but I simply cannot promise you
that we'll ever make it back
We have rations of ammunition,
food and supplies
gathered from the battlefield
as another ...
Friday 13th April 2018 7:35 pm
My love is a two-edged weapon, wielded by insecurity and sharpened with fear.
Akin to Pandora’s pithos, it remained concealed; destruction would only come of openly sharing it to the outside world.
My heart is shielded, once scarred by mistrust, now a lone vessel playing a broken melody looped:
Just as soldiers march through wet trenches in perf...
Friday 16th February 2018 1:26 pm
His words twist into my heart, in bold letters they tear me apart, leaving my eyes bright and green, I can't hold back the tears, I'm not trying to fight, expressing my feelings is damaging, he takes it wrong and here comes the sting, I guess love isn't meant for me, no matter how sweet I can be.
Sunday 31st December 2017 11:30 am
The Quiet Soldier
Why am I fighting these foes of mine?
(I know it's a soldier's fate)
to shoot my gun and die – yes, me as well as him,
when I see the blood on his cape
and his dead eyes shine;
by then it's too late for me and him alike -
but to the battle I return
with rifle and defiance primed
and hoards of bravado to turn and strike
when the muzzle-blasts out...
Monday 13th November 2017 5:09 am
A while ago, I was reminded by my brother that our grandfather had fought in the Battle of the Somme, on the Western Front in 1916, where he was wounded and evacuated back home. This is for him, and for everyone.
Snow and Lightning
When winter paints the churned land white,
and splintered trees hang like sentinel flames,
snowfall that dusts bloody parapet stains
hardens to a sa...
Sunday 22nd January 2017 7:35 am
To the death, we say,
Breath licked with flame, spits to my face;
Racing temples pump furious blood
Through ferrous veins,
Manes rise, eyes blister with relentless rage;
Then, clenched fists draw clotted blood
Through plum knuckles.
My neck buckles,
Cracking bone like tinder,
The interweave of puffed ribs and scarlet skin
Glisten with fetid sweat;
Monday 11th April 2016 12:02 pm
If there was no happieness
There would be nothing to enjoy.
If there was no sadness
There wouldn't be a care in the world.
If there was no friends
there would be loneliness everywhere.
If there was no uphill battles
there would be no courage
to keep on trying.
And if LIFE itself had nothing
imagine what LIFE would be....
Wednesday 22nd October 2014 2:53 am
Heroes of a nation, who would have knew
That they risked their lives for everyone, valiant and true. The darkness of the battlefield, will blind them all their lives
The images that they have seen shall remain upon their minds
Yet in this hour of war, they sheltered us with their ...
Tuesday 2nd September 2014 8:35 pm
OUT OVER THE FIELDS
Out over the fields a pair of crows circle and dive amongst the hedgerows and green grass.
A watery sun casts its watery face through the spring clouds as the birds disappear from view.
Eighty years ago it was a similar story as two manmade hawks of the air battle to the death; the fields aren’t green but a shell-holed hell with muddy trenches filled with wretched...
Friday 31st January 2014 4:07 pm
Behind failing lines,
These curtains of shrapnel and sharp steel
Conceal my misery,
So seamlessly, absently
I go on, numb, alone,
For sensation no longer blesses me.
Relentlessly, I force back my fear,
The absent tears never reach my cheeks
And thick blankets of earth and sand
Choke my cries, damp, pitiful.
I fall to the boards clotted with death
As my breath...
Saturday 27th April 2013 12:32 pm
A silence fell upon the city,
contorted shadows twisting moonlight.
Stuttering in a speakeasy seemed so misplaced
bottles rattled flickering like Fedora feathers
in an unforgiving wind.
The wretched odour of deprivation
a stench that sticks and degrades ones existence.
Even by day this city remains a lifeless sap
and by night the vampires feast on thei...
Tuesday 9th April 2013 4:44 pm
So you are a fighter pilot in one of today’s latest jets.
Tell me what it is like to fly, to fight and to die in the air?
All of the crushing g-forces and dizzying changes
of direction happening all at once.
I bet that there’s no glory in your battles,
only pain, mutilation and death.
But this is your game, an aerial ballet
of chess wher...
Sunday 18th March 2012 7:59 pm
A room, just a room. Feel the sense of history
here, heavy as lead and as poignant as pain.
Aspects come into focus, heavy thick carpets,
waxed English tables. Silence. Total.
A view on a room, from the doorway after.
What went on here? What decisions were made?
History’s biggest gamble, to fail paid in blood
and men and tears.
Wednesday 22nd February 2012 12:15 pm
Then… Airplane falling wreathed in fire, ruined
bonfire dragged down by gravity to a watery grave.
Broken machine resting on the seabed, silence
reigns in Deaths’ triumph.
Now… Test Pilot Feng Yi and five of his comrades flying
air tests on red China’s brand new J11 fighter.
Saw many old planes in formation, props and je...
Tuesday 17th January 2012 10:29 pm
Dull metallic monster sitting on the bottom, forty fathoms
down, crushing weight of black water. Cold as death
and as frigid as eternity, never ending. An endless circle.
Now the battle is over, good against evil. Silent guns end
their killing, no more bomb bursts, killing shrapnel, sliced corpses.
Time has no hold here in Nature’s unfo...
Saturday 12th November 2011 6:29 pm
...and will be published in a book called UPLIFTING MOMENTS
Born out of diverging needs and used in battle, american airframe and english merlin engine creating a machine quite unlike any other. At home six miles above the earth protecting silver lumbering B-17s from murderous nazi fighters, down on the deck filling the krauts full of lead dont tell me tha...
Tuesday 30th August 2011 12:19 pm
Take off is early at dawn; twilight covers our planes in gold sunlight.
We climb so slowly for the sun and its protection on our dangerous flight
Our deadly load is our bombs, we’ll kill those Tommies just like our
Fuerher says. But are we so bad?
All we do is follow our orders and do our terrible mission.
We reach our target in the morning su...
Thursday 4th August 2011 10:25 pm
Drenched in heavy morning rain
Like an arctic soaking to the vein;
I just sat there stunned and wordless,
by the results of endless tests.
Only do I seek the scoffer's sympathy;
my litanies dot the bottom of this timpani.
No restaurant on high street offers...
Whoa! I found where my sanity rests:
A very com...
Monday 20th December 2010 9:51 am