Poetry Blogs (soldiers)
A lonely soldier sits in silence
Amidst a hectic city crowd
His strength drained long ago
this man who once stood proud
he risked his life for his country
A land which once he loved
Conscripted to an unbearable war
Where he struggled long and hard
His once agile body now shattered
PTSD has left his mind scarred
more deserted than hes ever been
silent remains his internal screams
Sunday 8th March 2020 5:08 pm
Son Of My Father
What did you do in the war dad?
I fought against Fascists, son.
And were you frightened there dad?
Did you want to turn around and run?
Yes, I was frightened there son
So, don’t believe the lies that are spun
About the death and the glory of war, boy.
There is death, but of glory there’s none.
Thanks for all that you did dad
Friday 28th February 2020 12:07 am
Raising The Standards (With Banners Held High) [MUSIC VERSION]
You said that you wanted a land fit for heroes,
a place to call home that they’d show off with pride
but somewhere along the way you forgot
the reasons they fought and the reasons they died.
They thought they were fighting for honour and justice,
suppressing the tyrants and saving our land -
but returned ...
Saturday 4th May 2019 5:38 pm
we fought against the japs
but they won in the end
we went inland
away from the coast
do you see the mountain there?
we gotta climb that
up we went
we found a crashed american plane
and the pilot
we buried him by the wreck near a big tree
we found his wallet with a calling card
we were the last to see him for decades
his location became a ...
Thursday 15th March 2018 4:57 pm
one expedition found a key
from one of our iron rations
this was real evidence
it showed we were there
why would a fly boy eat our chow?
they ate in hotels served by waiters
those were army iron rations
eaten by us in the trenches
but food aside
we had one thing in common
we all hated the japs
Thursday 15th March 2018 4:57 pm
41 million casualties since the war began
John Condon among them, died like a man
He was only 18 when he met his demise
Ypres, Belgium he finally closed his eyes
We shall remember
He wasn’t the youngest to serve in this plight
In Serbia Momčilo Gavrić claimed that right
Promoted to corporal instead of being at school
At eight years old he was the armies fuel.
Monday 20th November 2017 8:43 am
Is the high worth the pain?
Or for the sunshine is the rain?
Stuck between this world and yours,
Both of my feet in different doors.
Quiet and desolate desert night,
My soul thirsts for your love's light
Restless and weary as I lay, Far away, Far away.
The whistling wind and blowing breeze,
The moon, it sets my mind at ease
The sun radiates through my soul,
Tuesday 26th July 2016 4:01 pm
Decaying corpses, unique stench
With cordite blowing, past our trench
I no longer hear the warning rattle
But smell and taste impending battle
In the distance sounds a Lewis Gun
Maybe aimed at some unlucky Hun
So far in front of our barbed wire
Amongst the brown serrated mire
The Corporal said this place was ‘Wipers’
Mud and blood and German Snipers
The Sergeant Major called it Ypres
Sunday 1st November 2015 10:59 pm
"Unload!.... safety catch, pouch, magazine off..
(From the range we smell the scoff)
"Clear, ease springs"
The Sergeant sings
Time to queue up at the trough
There's nothing quite like the old 'Range Stew'
Two rounds of bread with a nice hot brew
From the mess tin
I'm not jestin'
Made by chefs who have no clue
Soft boot shuffle with your mate
No place here...
Thursday 7th August 2014 9:58 pm
Dead Men’s Boots
tough as old leather
their souls worn down
eyes vacant of lace
collected by the door
the day they swapped
for the Kings shilling
and donned their shiny
new military issue
there they stayed
and old potatoes
in their safe grasp
waiting for the return
of father and two sons
to the safety
of their hearth
day after da...
Friday 1st August 2014 11:09 pm
outside the window,
an ocean of poppies,
red like denial.
she watched them day-in-day-out,
from sunset to the first shards of sunlight
which crept through their stems
and reflected the underside of their petals.
from this she saw veins, a tiny network of
lines like join-up-the-dots,
a motorway map
thin like emotion.
dadd went to war ...
Monday 27th June 2011 7:05 am
My dad, no hero, didn't look
for punch-ups. When the call came
he signed for the pay corps.
But the look on his face
sometimes got him into bother.
He couldn't quite stomach the drilling,
or hide what he thought
of the shouts, the how's your father,
the moustache and tiny eyes,
the whole bloody rigmarole of the sergeant major.
One night in ...
Tuesday 23rd February 2010 8:37 pm