Poetry Blogs (second world war)
Prisoner of war
catching a glimps of a memory through the window of the hut
an image of what was the memories of the blood shed of the battles that you won and lost
after the war....
Prisoner of war
standing with your number tattooed upon your flesh
you stand proud, no shame, tears fall
your ability too be, taken away
after the fires have gone out
your memory lives on after the war
Thursday 20th February 2020 10:32 am
After three days of arguing the armistice was signed
in the French general’s private train
at a siding in the forest of Compiegne.
The Kaiser left for exile in Holland.
The military, unwilling to admit defeat,
still surrendered guns and planes.
No one told the people how bad things were.
A German corporal, recovering
after being gassed the month before,
a misfit who...
Sunday 10th November 2019 11:55 am
I wrote this second edition at the suggestion of M.C. Newberry
Wednesday 16th April 2014 2:04 pm
In the days of war and Nazi conquest
Deep in the heart of the Third Reich
Was a man so cold and ruthless
That the fuhrer proclaimed had a heart of Iron
Hangman Heydrich ruled a nation
Of several million innocent Czechs
Controlling them with an Iron grip
Signs of resistance spelled their death
Himmlers deputy performed with efficiency
The darker pa...
Tuesday 15th October 2013 5:06 am
Sunday 23rd December 2012 1:48 am
The worst of the front was that trickle of rain
down the neck. Wet through, it felt like liberation.
And lice. Home on leave, people shunned him in trains.
Walled, hilltop village of his childhood:
as another war came, he returned to Barga.
Saw himself as immobile, a tree spreading roots.
When the Germans briefly retook his village
one self-portrait was damaged. The ...
Saturday 21st January 2012 5:51 pm
On the 22nd of June in 1941
The Great Patriotic War in my Motherland had begun.
It was Sunday early morning,
the country peacefully slept,
but a horrible idea Hitler had kept.
Without announcing the war he had given order
to bomb the Soviet Republics border.
Hitler planned to capture the country
by unexpected military actions.
He was sure to occupy the ...
Tuesday 22nd June 2010 7:40 am
The 8th -9th of May – the Greatest Day,
the Saint Holiday – the Victory Day.
A holiday with glee and spree,
a holiday with tears that appear
remembering those soldiers,
the heroes of the Second World War.
Those hardcore days
we don’t want to face anymore.
That was the largest war
in the history of mankind,
I don’t want you to be blind
but to ...
Saturday 8th May 2010 9:46 am