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The Unknown Soldier's Prayer
The Unknown Soldier’s Prayer
I could be your husband, father, son.
The lost bones of another pointless war.
A flag to drape across my resting place,
transported from a distant, hostile shore.
I could have been a tinker, tailor, thief ,
lying here for a century and more,
those passing trades mean little to me - now
the angry guns have relinquished their roar.
...
Wednesday 11th November 2020 3:49 pm
Elegy For A Ghost
Elegy For A Ghost
Some say ghosts are chilling things
Ethereal and fleeting
But they’re not
They are the empty chair
The pint not bought in a round
The hiss at the end of a telephone line
The deleting of a mobile number
They are the sad spaces
That once held you
On the terraces
At the bar
In the conversation
Ghosts are sad things
They h...
Thursday 18th April 2019 1:58 pm
In Memoriam
In Memoriam
The gravestones in this place are wet with tears
Of children, wives and husbands who have stood
Beside dark holes that swallow up their fears
Replacing ice water where once flowed blood.
November skies are grey and hold no lights,
The flowers flattened in a winter gale
That whips away dark thoughts the widow fights
To keep hidden behind her mourning veil.
...Thursday 4th April 2019 2:17 pm
A Poppy In Winter
A Poppy In Winter
November mists come down in shrouds of grey
and folk remember, with their poppies red,
the loss of sixteen million war dead
and how the guns fell silent on this day.
So who are you to deem to have a say
on whether I should honour those who bled
by crimson colours? – or perhaps, instead,
in remembrance there is another way.
For I would guess that mo...
Tuesday 6th November 2018 3:16 pm
Gave Me Up To Tears
Gave Me Up To Tears
"And all my mother came into mine eyes
And gave me up to tears."
— William Shakespeare, Henry V
The air tastes of mashed potatoes
When she looks into your eyes
And you look back at the fear and hurt
And she says she’s sorry for dragging you here
And you tell her it’s nothing
Even though you were complaining
That very same thing on the drive h...
Sunday 29th January 2017 9:35 pm
Red Poppies On An Autumn Day
Red Poppies On An Autumn Day
Never forgotten – here to stay,
a symbol of the hurt and pain
where young men will forever lay.
The old man sells and we will pay
to wear a token for the slain -
never forgotten – here to stay.
Would they have approved? Who can say
If what was lost was worth the gain.
Red poppies on an autumn day
They had little choice ...
Saturday 5th November 2016 12:27 pm
a peaceful warrior
a peaceful warrior
next week
I’ll make a mark
to show my choice
and there will be
no hate
no fear
no injustice
In that decision
it will be
for the future
for the greater good
it will not be
for brutal killers
bigots
racists
terrorists
from over there
or right here
it will be everything
but that
it will be
fo...
Friday 17th June 2016 12:27 am
Wounded
Wounded.
Black bullet hole wound
blooms red November petals.
Blood and remembrance.
Sunday 9th November 2014 4:08 pm
Azrael
Azrael
In hushed and reverent tones
we watched the daylight fade
until it winked out
in a final spark of twilight.
Heads bowed
we felt them slip away
all their bright energy
dissipating in the growing gloom.
Tears then
corroding and eating
at our souls
until there were
no more
saline teeth
chewing at
our memories.
...
Friday 3rd May 2013 10:27 am
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