BROTHER

My dear brother I think of you now, what you mean to me as my brother.

We have a family bond that is very special at this time of year.

As your sister I want to say thank you for being there when I needed you.

We are a family no one can take that away from us.

Our times together through good and bad we are a family and that matters to me,

to us all. T...

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I have seen many things through my eyes.

I see magic, mystical places, angels and fighter planes.

I see the magic of a summers day high in the mountains.

I see surreal dreamers flying through the rarefied air.

dancing under the moon.

I see a Spitfire turning on a knife-edge,

sun reflecting o...

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SOME KIND OF DANCE 

The bastards came and hit Darwin. Our radar warned us in time, we got three squadrons of Spitfires scrambled and had height on our side. Now we’ll show the Nips! Diving down we got two of the deadly Zero-sen fighters, their best naval fighter ever built. Counter attack! Quickly a Spit is hit and the pilot is in the water. We try to out turn them as we did with the 109 an...

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SOME OF THESE MEN 

You can’t believe the preparation that takes place they shut down the whole island, closed down all of the roads for this event. It’s the same each year. Men in brightly coloured leather with logos and adverts or just plain clothes – a selection of birds strutting their stuff. Same for their machines. Crazily coloured, dangerously sleek motorcycles, racing bikes with a li...

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MY LITTLE COLD WAR  

My mate send this song lyrics to me, I think it’s by Rush. Read this after reading my story on my nuclear armed stealth jet being used in anger. I’m trying to make sense of the cold war I grew up in now, so many years later. It’s so crazy. The younger kids have no idea but my mate does, he’s only 21 but he tries to understand what it was like growing up under the shadow...

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OVER THE OCEAN

Come and fly with me in my Gothic Black airplane,

count to ten as we loop the loop, call my name and see the sky as I do.

Six hundred miles an hour roll upside down and dive to the earth,

my religion, you scream in confusion – in fear? Are you scared of me,

am I so different for you to be afraid?

Tell me, my dear girl, would you trust me with your li...

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THIS TIME

Feel like ill never make it, my world crashing down to earth as I feel I am at the end.
All the years fall by like broken autumn leaves, an empty shell of life. It will never be right, im always drifting on the tide, stained with blood and oil from a dying land remorseless. I failed with Bev and carry the scars, got over it and try for my future, my own. Louise remembers my daug...

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SOMETHING

I saw something in the sky out beyond the trees; I’m not sure what it is.                                                                             It looked like a round grey sphere held there in the sky, not too far but ahead of my vision.                                   

Observing it I become aware that it maybe doing the same to me, as our scientists watches bugs throu...

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HIGH

Flying up high into the summer sky, becoming one with the sun

in a timeless and ageless place. All feeling is lost as the awesome

immensity of what is above us touches our souls.

There is no sound except the wind blowing from horizon to horizon,

just as it has done from day number one.

The heavens are like a huge glass bowl turned upside down,

holding all ...

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QUIET TIMES

You are still in my head after six years; tell me why are you there still tormenting me?             Am I to be forever mocked by you even though you don’t care about me or my well being?  Don’t you see that you’re making me ill by your presence inside me? An old memory of how you hurt me pushed me over the edge, overshadowing my feelings for you for a few short weeks. Replaced ...

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Deck of Glorious rising up and down,

anymore and we can’t launch.

See my mates fly off—now it’s me!

Full throttle and my Gladiator is up

and away, biplane wings biting the air,

Norway bound to kill the Hun.

What! No airfield with neat grass strip,

petrol bowsers, NAAFI shop? Are you nuts?

Where do we land? On a farm track or hidden

beach, a ro...

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THE 7TH CITY 

The warplane lay broken on the barren desert floor utterly broken, forgotten and forlorn. Painted on her side are the names of six cities; next to each is a faint but distinct image of a mushroom cloud. There were six in all each next to a city name written in their native language they read: Moscow, Berlin, London, Shanghai, New York and Rio de Janeiro. Next to the shattered ...

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MIND FRIGHT FRIDAY NIGHT 

I’d been out to the pub on my own I came back early, it was one of those nights. I walked up the main road a little drunk. It was then I heard a car, it sped away so very fast – getaway? Briefly I saw it, gone. Seconds later I heard two bangs, fireworks? No pretty sky light display screams! I heard screams of, “Help! Help! My husband’s been shot!”  My drunkenness s...

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MUSTANG

born out of diverging needs and used in battle, american airframe and english merlin engine creatihg 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 that never felt good! flying and rolling up into the blue six fifty cals gunning germans d...

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SO FAR FROM HOME 

Under a curving shimmering blue fish bowl of the sky the small Patrol Torpedo boat cruises over the gentle summer swells in the distant Pacific under summer skies torn apart by brutal bitter total war. Small PT boats crewed by fifteen men ranging far and wide hunting for fat Japanese merchant ships. Boom! Go the torpedoes when a nice juicy target is found and a quick getaw...

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MANCHESTER SCALLY DRUG DEALERS 

2 young cocks come up to me at the kebab shop by Piccadilly gardens. The pair of dicks go into early 20s drug dealer mode offering me what drugs they have. Well I’m not shocked it confirms my poems that they deal in drugs. I’m right again! Big boy offers me sum Ketamine (horse tranquilliser), he shows me the small plastic bag with white powder in. That’s Ket ...

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THEY WERE

They were boys going over the top to die

in their tens of thousands in the mud of the Somme.

Nazi youth best in the world bar none,

proved wrong over wide steppes of Mother Russia.

Hurricane pilots fighting Japan over Ceylon, Burma, Imphal,

lost pilots barely 21 made men in lonely cockpits.

Red Chinese boys laid bare bone bloody

against Yankee lines, hu...

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THERE’S DAD…

“Hey Mum, there’s my Dad!”

comes the shout from the happy kid at home time.

“Hang on little Tommy,” calls his protective mum

as her ex blocks her out and goes on his way.

He turns his back on his ex, as once he did before.

But most devastatingly he ignored his only child,

young Tom, aged 8, and holding both hands

are his new partner’s kids.

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TORN ASUNDER

“Broken girl cast upon the ice, you are ready now to meet your end, an end to the cruel pain that consumes your heart destroying your love, yet you still love. You are in a paradox that destroys you even more. You scream to your God, Satan – he has left you also, so you’re now truly on your own.

“If he served you, wouldn’t he have your dead love? You have no answers, ...

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VANITY 

Vanity was a top-secret program embedded within Project Cerebus to rid our country of violent young criminals of the worst kind. A dozen suicide squads were formed to clear minefields and Taliban defences in Afghanistan by human means; they were sent under gunpoint out into the minefields for mine clearance. By using their legs to explode mines a path was cleared for the main force ...

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PROJECT CEREBUS 

Our war was going badly in Afghanistan and we needed more soldiers, public opinion was turning against the war and loss of life. What could be done? A desperate government brought back National Service to solve the many problems; to give the army the cannon fodder it needed and to get youths off the streets. Two years service would kill some and give those who survived disc...

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ABOVE

I know when I look up to the sky and a rain drop falls in my eye, that my eternal lover is up there and she misses me coz she is oh so high up on a cirrus cloud, parted before our time. As images collide in my head i ask myself, did she ever exist at all, were we ever together? She answers me with silence...

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HAVOC

The A20 Havocs scream over Holland at fifty feet

looking for trouble in their game of death,

they attack the canal network, a flight of six planes.

Turning tightly they start their runs,

shooting tracer shells that rip open the flimsy barges.

In a huge blast the ammo load goes up, taking a plane with it,

falling debris and bits of fire, nothing more.

Y...

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GHOSTS

Remembering a ferocious machine with a shark face

painted on its nose, bearing those deadly guns like vicious teeth.

Of brown and tan colours to hide it against the flat European terrain,

hunting Germans at three hundred miles an hour,

attacking anything that moved until it was dead.

The roar of engines and the detonation of bombs,

hiding the scream of th...

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Special gig Norway style saw Leaves Eyes and loved it so,

better than London gig two weeks before.

Met Liv, the singer, who looked just like she did

on the album cover, real woman.

My vocation, my music, to meet another heroine.

Octavia, five Norse girls, count them as they come on stage,

where is the singer? There! Look at my cd booklet—

me and two lads see the gals, here!...

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LAUGHIN’ CRIMINALS

We run down the street to escape the local cops.

I went into the liquor store with my mate Arnie –

we looked around and spied that big fat gringo:

together we said, “Give us the cash, this is a stick up!”

He had no option – we were the guys with a sawn off.

Then it was off down the street with four bags of cash,

our haul for the day and an easy life.

What would w...

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