Poetry Blog by Phil Ireland
Stephen Gospage on Les gens du Bocage; les hommes du débarquement - Normandy early July 1944 (Mon, 12 Apr 2021 05:53 pm)
AP Grayson on Les gens du Bocage; les hommes du débarquement - Normandy early July 1944 (Mon, 12 Apr 2021 02:08 pm)
Greg Freeman on Les gens du Bocage; les hommes du débarquement - Normandy early July 1944 (Sat, 6 Jun 2020 08:05 pm)
M.C. Newberry on Les gens du Bocage; les hommes du débarquement - Normandy early July 1944 (Sat, 6 Jun 2020 06:25 pm)
on Twelfth Night (Fri, 6 Jan 2017 07:57 am)
Robert Mann on Timelessness (Sat, 11 Jun 2016 06:39 pm)
Letter to Yuri
(Listening to the world’s first manned spaceflight on a crystal radio set. 12th April 1961.)
From the wire in the garden
Your news came to came to me via the B.B.C. -
The Home Service they had called it -
But not for you
As you travelled further away from us than
anyone had ever done -
Spinning in your little egg
in the monstrous foot-pads of Laika t...
Monday 12th April 2021 1:20 pm
Les gens du Bocage; les hommes du débarquement
During the Second World War my father served in the RAF Volunteer Reserve. He was always grateful that he trained as a Wolseley car mechanic before the war which meant that he could go into the RAF as an aircraft mechanic. Although he didn't land in Normandy on D-Day he did go within four weeks of the invasion and was pinned down for several weeks...
Saturday 6th June 2020 5:20 pm
Every way you go day.
Untrod sheets say
"Clean, new day."
Picks out crystals perfect made.
Deep, sheet, untouched by human boot
Or bright-yellow dog-stain marks.
As Earth was once.
Before the ability to write.
There's nothing new under t...
Sunday 18th March 2018 12:55 pm
Love, friendship, understanding.
It's time to put you back in the cupboard
With the rest of the decorations.
Farewell international peace
We'll get you out again in time for next twenty fourth
So we can play at Christianity for twelve days
Why can't we practise Christmas
Goodwill all year, 1 wonder?
Oh well, goodbye.
Hello hate, war...
Thursday 5th January 2017 10:03 pm
Tear up the calendars,
Tear down the clocks;
For the evil that they do
is written in the faces
Torn to shreds by the hands of time
In a frenzy of the workaholic’s pantomime.
Tear up the calendars,
Tear down the clocks.
Slow down the days,
Speed up the lives.
Boot out deadlines;
Bring in lifelines,
Then sigh at the oxymoron
That is “quality time”.
Time is the...
Saturday 11th June 2016 6:05 pm
For the third time
Listening to the cockerel.
Waits as a tear develops
In his eye.
Kicking Love away to die.
Nowhere to go.
This isn’t how He meant it to be.
But here it comes.
The mounting wave of pain.
To wave His arms
And save Himself.
This is drowning.
This is drowning
In the sea of the Cross.
Thursday 24th March 2016 6:22 pm
Take me back to Vienna
Where the great musicians played
- Wolfgang Amadeus
And the members of a band called Slade.
Monday 21st March 2016 2:13 pm
(Arthur Mee’s England: Gloucestershire; 1939)
A book arrived yesterday
- a visitor from the last century
Visiting our modern-times day.
Carries news and views
But no photographs or maps.
Tells us all about
And the faces
Of the people
Who went there.
But most of all of everything
It brings the smoke
Of years gone by -
An incense offering to the gods.
Sunday 10th January 2016 3:01 pm
Friday 4th December 2015 4:46 pm