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Please feel free to visit my War and Remembrance series at the following link. I am in the process of updating it and will add to it over time. Many thanks. This bio has evolved over the time I have been on WoL. I have not deleted all parts of my original introduction as I think it helps to give some fluidity and sense of growing (or shrinking) but definitely the movable feast of life. Consequently the text may seem disjointed in parts. I now have a wordpress blog at the link below, please feel free to click and take a look. Most of the text below was written upon joining this site under the name Wolfgar, not too much has changed in respect of my day to day life since then. My actual name is David Moore. I had been working in Israel and the Occupied Palestinian Territories from early February 2018, it impacted on my writing somewhat. Specifically it meant many of my scribblings related to that place and my experiences there during that period up until May 2018. I am now back in the Motherland, for multiple reasons. Please feel free to contact me directly via WoL, or at Should you be the recipient of chatter/gossip from other quarters please feel free to approach me directly to clarify or qualify anything which may seem contentious. Malice is a common affliction which I am happy to expose wherever found. I don't list my favoured WoL poets, it isn't a helpful tool. I feel it only encourages comfort and restricts imaginations, it also subliminally begs favour, though some are happy to dispense with even the subliminal and beg anyway. Many thanks for stopping by. I have won few awards for my writing, so will not bore you with a list of them with which you can measure me by. Sorry for denying that pleasure to any who enjoy it, and well done to all trophy owning listed literary giants. Instead I have posted some of my scribbling's here, call them what you will. I lack the brass neck to refer to myself as a poet, that is a distinction to be made by others and not self. NB, I do not deny I may be a poet in the eyes of some (or not) I simply do not refer to myself as one, I believe that is a fairly straight forward concept to grasp, it is not meant as self deprecation which to my mind is something altogether different and easily identified by a well exercised mind. Such subtleties can be misread, misunderstood/misinterpreted upon a superficial reading, or by those who struggle to interpret meaning or even wilfully do so for their own purpose. It seems an unfortunate fact of life, hence the requirement for this retrospective clarification. Born in Scotland with English blood. I enjoy reading, music and recounting great military failures of modern times. I have benefitted from living in some places fractured by political and warring division, whilst there I met many people far less privileged than myself, I saw some of them behave in the most gracious and selfless of ways, on many occasions leaving me inspired and ashamed of my own self centered orbit. I have done good and bad as have most of us, as much as possible I now try and live in a way which avoids negative disruption to my fellow human beings. I have survived quite a few of my enemies, some are now friends. Some are simply forgotten. I am a Humanist, though independently, I do not like associations. I do not believe in a supreme being (certainly no god). I have not come to that conclusion in ignorance or without a real search, I respect the right of others to their beliefs, however irrational they may seem to me. I am respectful of nature and am resigned to the fact that it can crush me at any moment, a fact that probably demands more than a little respect. I was raised in a Methodist household, my father was a Minister, a circumstance which I am sure has greatly influenced my thinking and life. Despite the often dark subject matter of my writings I am generally happy in life. I often write from perspectives which are not my own, I find it challenging and a good exercise in coming to understand attitudes which may be at first repellent to me. That said much of my scribbling is based upon my own life experiences. I do not believe I am the sum of what I write, but accept I may be wrong in this belief as it is based only on my opinion. I dislike ignorance when it is willingly embraced, I dislike it irrespective of its roots, that said, I accept much of it can be mitigated by opportunity or blamed on the lack of it. I like to offer comments on the work of others, I interact on a basis of offering positive thoughts including constructive criticism, I am disinclined to suggest alternate wording and/or structure to other writers work, as I assume that a writer would publish what seemed correct in his/her mind at the time. I am of the belief that in most situations advice is not particularly welcome unless it is requested. On the rare occasions when I feel inclined to discuss possible alternatives to text of other writers work I feel it more appropriate to do so in a private and direct manner, fortunately WoL provides us with the tools. I have attached some photographs which I have snapped over the years, I hope they might be of interest. David.


Eternity’s sunrise Are we not men weighed down by earth? though anchored firm by chains held fast, may no day pass to this, from birth that we not live as if our last. Fear not eternity’s cold embrace that crawling sift of withering, but lift our hearts and sunward face to greet the hope each day will bring.  A call to arms A bloody ball, a tissued knot, from busted sac and membranes snot. What joy! this spat out burst of life, bestows us all in midst of strife. Yet, Still some say they fear to give, breath to new life that it should live. And by so doing seal their fate a legacy, of joyless state. Let not the acts of earthly fools diminish natures founded rules, but steel ourselves to populate with those that love not those who hate. The Bishops Tale Dear Mother who's my dad? I'm curious who you've had, or alternately who had you dependent on ones view. My lineage now in question, has been challenged by suggestion that you when less than guarded, saw my bloodline set retarded. Now a man of sacred threads, I'm accountable to my flock so need to know the beds, in which you serviced cock. Crimes against mysanity (to an alter ego) Sycophantic, word-pedantic dictionary whore. Your literary vacuum leaves me wanting more. Your spewing words thick with rot, from something ill ingested tie my patience like a knot, intestines worm infested. You’re like a stain of afterbirth still born and flushed away, I’d write a book about you if I thought that it would pay. As it is, you’ve raised my hackles and forced my angry tongue, I’d restrained it under shackles until my hate you idly won. Please walk into an ocean, a propeller or a plague. If justice had a notion you’d be rendered to The Hague. In the forest of future words In the forest of future words branches expand ever upward, competing to tear the skies rich belly. From where a pour of inspiration falls, to drench the woodlands dreamy ramblers. Then on the forest floor, in the sodden earth of hope, wormy crawling. Evolving thought embeds itself, seeking seed. By chance to couple some dormant gift and sprout the chute that offers life. Where ancient bark is stripped from trunk to lie beneath what it once was, and slowly sink back to the mulch. Its only purpose, to rise again and fill the empty sky, reaching as before. as if to answer, why? This cycle of events uncoils, un-thought. Absent of conscious reasoning, it has no known agenda, no predictive text. The forest of future words, is mankind’s sheltered womb. From which all else is born, and to which all returns. Tilt Things seen unravelled from the sense they make, make non-sense of sense. Collected and reassembled they are merely the same thing repackaged, brand new shiny exciting exotically uncharted. though there is nothing new under the sun for she is ever static, yet falling it is the light she emits that alters the view and how prepared we are to tilt Black lung Nostalgic remembrance, cobblestoned thoughts sparking memories and nudging senses, of wide eyed fathers descending clean. The yellow helmet resurrected ascending home Black as the cavernous eternity that disgorged them. These happy few assaulting the faceless face, brothers in arms picking a seamless seam. A glory in labour and grime, hardship rewarded by fellowships respect. Sinewed muscled bodies, labyrinthine with tissue and tunnelling vein. Spit and blood as they dug and dug, black dust mined their souls Its vengeance silent A dormant insurgent. And then to the death, Of gasping, frothing and wheezing. Armchair’s torn and ripped, clawed by white knuckled hands. Clinging to life and breath cursing the owners who shoved them down, tear stained rage. Released back to the black cavern, back down, and down beyond the dust to cleansing fire and deliverance. Cap those pit heads, blow the shafts tear apart communities that canonised dead men digging. Bring on the shopping malls, the wind farms the nukes. Let the earth cough up its dead. To scream never again, scream never again. The Bucket ‘O’ Blood The Bucket ‘O’ Blood’s Cobbled yard Red brick walls Bottle scarred Toe to toe And ale ready Bets put down Nerve’s held and steady Weighty men Of lowly breed Heavy of hand Or quick of speed Thrust like dogs Un-leashed Un-fed More alive The nearer dead Snarling spitting biting Leap Its stand and hold Or lose your keep Its knees and knuckles Smashed and broke Its gouged plucked eyes Its throats that choke For all the combat on the floor Its those that watch that I fear more And throw their coin on blooded stone To ply their trade in flesh and bone Every Kingdom Comes Every kingdom battles through generations of its own blood, Leaves behind a footprint trampled deep in mud. Every kingdom rises in the sunlight of its wealth, Then vents its subjects’ children in honour of itself. Every kingdom adorns its martyrs and frames their sacred faces, High on walls, in statued squares they hang in hallowed spaces. Their judging eyes fixed on us To remind us where our place is. Every kingdom comes to know, That every kingdom dies. And In its mournful passing, See’s another kingdom rise. The Arc of the convenient Atheists, aren’t they scum? hating everyone, until their Kingdom Come. Swarming over deserts locusts on the land. Dropping bombs and purging those not in their plan. Burning books and temples, raising treasures to the ground, they are the non-believers for they the truth have found. They’re raising up whole armies with no God to go to war, those silly little people don’t they know what Gods are for? Slabs (reflections on Sachsenhausen) 2015 Cold white slabs stand stark in the room, an aspect of manicured lawn’s. Gun towers straddle the fence-line, two worlds divided by blood. Separated by the accident of birth. Come Kinder, come Oma, come Opa. Under the knife, under the hammer, under the gun. Come all you who are not us, lay yourself on slabs. When darkness falls they’ll sluice the waste, and wash the filth away but who of you bears witness, to the horror’s of this day.

All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.

Audio entries by Wolfgar

Štimlje revisited (unseen casualties) (20/10/2018)

Dhabihah (18/10/2018)

Sudden downpour (18/10/2018)

Child of no hope (16/10/2018)

The Skeleton Tree (13/10/2018)

The Virtue Signallers (09/10/2018)

In the Admiralty stairwell (08/10/2018)

Show the working (how to damage a nation) (07/10/2018)

On The Skeleton Coast (05/10/2018)

Cowardly Posthumous Truth (04/10/2018)

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M.C. Newberry

Sat 13th Oct 2018 09:57

Hello WM - apropos your comments about Frank Capra on
"Doom And Gloom". I totally agree about his film "It's A
Wonderful Life" and was given a DVD for Christmas a few
years ago. Capra enjoyed a very successful Hollywood
career but you appear to confuse him with photographer
Robert Capa (an assumed name with a most interesting
history) who was the only civilian photographer with the
forces landing on Omaha Beach. Of his total of over a
hundred images, all but 17 were lost in a laboratory
failure in London - a tragedy in its own right! He covered
5 wars and was killed when leaving his jeep in Indo-China
(as was) and stepping on a landmine - aged 40. He did
have his own Hollywood contacts/friends...John Huston/
Humphrey Bogart - and was intimately involved with the likes of Ingrid Bergman. His Wikipedia entry online makes
fascinating/involving reading.

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Tommy Carroll

Wed 12th Sep 2018 03:01

Wolf sometimes I think that you have a clue ;- ) xx

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Ian Whiteley

Tue 11th Sep 2018 19:50

thanks for the comments on 'Sister Magdalena' David - I know what you mean about the nuns - trying to get a google pic of a nun with a cane led me to some very strange places :-)
Glad you liked it - a true story that's been 50 years in the writing.
Hope you're keeping well mate

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Wolfgar Miere

Sat 8th Sep 2018 13:29

Thank you Marie,

I enjoyed your poem very much, and as a debut piece on WoL it was very refreshing.

Thanks for your comments on "I see you everywhere" it is indeed a very sad piece and was written about a real event in 2016 in Kabul. I discovered two of my colleagues dead, they had died overnight in suspicious circumstances. It was a terrible event and I still see their faces everywhere, on occasion.

Thanks again.

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Marie Alyza

Sat 8th Sep 2018 03:44

David, thank you for your feedback on my work Triptych #1: Coffee, Paper, and Storm. Your comment made my day. I've listened to "I see you everywhere" and I enjoyed listening to your voice although the story you told made me sad.

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Matthew Nicholson

Thu 23rd Aug 2018 16:14

Hi Wolfgar,

Thank you for the comments on 'Total Tosser' - very much appreciated. The use of the c word is often contentious I agree. It was not used lightly, but definitely appropriately in this guys case. I was a little surprised that more objections surrounding its use where not added to the comments.

Sorry for the slow reply.


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Jane Briganti

Thu 23rd Aug 2018 06:54

Just a quick thank you Wolfgar for reading my poem "It is Inevitable". Nice to meet you. 😊Jane

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Jon Stainsby

Tue 21st Aug 2018 19:10

Thanks for the like, David.

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Ian Whiteley

Sun 19th Aug 2018 21:01

thanks for the comments on Be-Bop Deluxe David. Growing up in Wakefield they we OUR band - Nelson is a born and bred Wakefieldonian- and Be-Bop were easily the best local band - until Black Lace came along of course.
My personal favourite is Blazing Apostles - but I've got all the bands output + Red Noise - after that it became difficult to collect his solo stuff as (a) it was released rather obscurely and(b) there seemed to be a new album every month or so.
His very first record (Northern Dream) was financed by a friends father who owned the local record shop in Wakefield (The Record Bar) and he gets a name check on the sleeve.
I also knew his very talented brother (Ian) who played sax in a few local bands as well as Red Noise.
I published a fanzine in Wakefield in the 70's/80's called LENS and we interviewed them both a couple of times.
I agree with you - a very under-rated but hugely talented band and solo artist - but then we Wakefield Boys stick together :-)

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Ian Whiteley

Wed 15th Aug 2018 15:22

aye up David - good to have you back - you were missed :-) Thanks for the comments on 'discarded', funnily enough I was thinking of titling it 'Drastic Plastic' but thought that gave it away a bit too much (also a wonderful album from the magnificent Wakefield band Be-Bop Deluxe).
Anyroad - thanks again mate
keep on keeping on

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Wolfgar Miere

Thu 9th Aug 2018 16:15

Hello Ferris, good to hear from you. That was quite a message from you and thanks for the welcome back.

You say you suspect you may be the only one who likes what you are doing at the moment on WoL, I think more people might read your work than you probably imagine. Lots of people read and don’t leave comments, I’m sure that’s true, so don’t let it bother you just keep doing what feels good.

It is very difficult to maintain any stable lifestyle from writing unless you are one of the lucky ones, there must be thousands of talented writers out there who will never get published, and probably quite a few who have no desire to be.

I didn’t purposely go out of my way to get banned I simply became frustrated and voiced an opinion which wasn’t particularly necessary or very clever, I could offer mitigation but it would not really matter, guidelines and rules are black and white when applied to punish, they only become grey in favour of the masters voice, and I would not have any influence upon that. So it was inevitable when I crossed a line that there would be sanctions, so be it. WoL is a site for artistic expression, if you aren’t pissing somebody off I think you’re probably suppressing something, unless of course you’re simply dull and unquestioning. But then again friction is not always necessary, but at least it creates a few sparks.

I didn’t really get involved in the ‘Upskirting’ scandal but was aware of it. I am not in favour of censorship or banning unless other rights have been infringed upon. For example I would be in favour of the censoring of incitement to hatred and violence regarding any matter, and all other speech or text which infringes an individuals basic human rights. Opining political preferences either positively or negatively is a sacred right to my mind and should not be interfered with. I believe I have seen political views expressed on WoL from all corners of the political spectrum and am of the opinion I have seen them treated differently dependent upon the colour of their allegiance. Therein lies the problem of censorship and control, especially where that power is devolved into the hands of small groups, who decides what can and cannot be heard, discussed or presented for public consumption? this is of course an issue that will always persist as long as there are vested interests influenced by reward, it will always be so.

Unfortunately in todays world people will view art as they alone perceive it, often with no prior knowledge or understanding of the matter, they will see it in one dimension. So for example some racists may watch a film like ‘Django Unchained’ and revel in its portrayal of white privilege and the degradation of those treated as slaves, in their perverted interpretation they may see it as licence to continue in the manner their beliefs permit them to. This cannot be prevented, however to remove an accurate portrayal of historic human behaviour merely in the hope that it will prevent racial hatred is delusional, all it will do is feed the vacuum of its absence and permit it to continue, it will also distort history. Art is what we use to tell our histories and to give warnings to the future, it in many ways informs us of the best decisions, of course only if we care to look, and if it isn’t even there we will not see it. Yes, we should be upset and if you chose to use the word be ‘offended’ by the abhorrence of our human history, it does not mean we should obliterate it from our conscience or our art.

It has to be realised that everything can be perverted and we cannot do much about it. For example in the film ‘Accused’ there is an horrific rape scene in which the character played by Jodie Foster in gang raped, the scene to my mind is one of the most horrific passages of conventional cinema I have ever seen, yet it is known that it can be found on so called ‘rape porn’ sites along side other such non-conventional film, specifically for the sexual gratification of those who find it arousing and acceptable to their perverted tastes. This behaviour just like racism cannot be mitigated or prevented, and it should not be left unaddressed merely because of those despicable people, such a failure to my mind would amount to an admitting of defeat to the benefit of evil.

With respect you couldn’t be more wrong about my lack of self doubt, I question my belief and attitudes almost constantly, I have huge self doubt. That said I believe in committing to my conclusions until such time as my belief or attitude is enlightened, changed or simply proved wrong. I have on many occasions altered my understanding and belief, on occasion’s I have apologised to those I have misunderstood or opposed, I have done so publicly here on WoL.

I believe true strength lies in being able to say sorry, to freely change your mind and to grow and evolve. I think that ability alone would sustain the integrity of anyones art.

As for cult status, well it is not something I have sought or would choose purposely. I am happy to be able to express myself, should by chance another person like what I scribble I count myself very lucky.

Thanks again for your messages Ferris, they gave me something to think about.

Keep on keeping on and believe in yourself but always question what you believe, because we can all be wrong.

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Darren J Beaney

Fri 29th Jun 2018 12:43


Many thanks for your recent encouragement of my writing! Much appreciated.


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Joe Williams

Sat 23rd Jun 2018 23:05

Haha, glad you liked it, and good luck with Sophie!

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Ian Whiteley

Mon 28th May 2018 20:36

aye up David - I've posted a reply on the 'lost in translation' blog - but feel that is a little impersonal - so I've copied it here.
I appreciate you taking the time to comment and add detail to my broad brush strokes

Thanks for the insights David - they are both interesting and chilling in equal measures. I guess my point of view - from a long way away - is that the UK government should rely on input from the likes of you and others who are best placed to make decisions like that. My suspisions are that the very low numbers that have been offered places in this country are affected by the sound, on the ground, decisions that you describe - but also by a need to keep immigrant numbers down - even where there is a very strong case for patriation.
I found you rcomments very informative - I really do not envy you and those who are placed in these situations - rqually I pity genuine Afghhan cases that are prejusiced by government red tape and the numbers game
thanks very much for commenting - I really appreciate it
Keep safe

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Ghazala Lari

Thu 24th May 2018 17:21

Hello Sir, thank you for reading my poem and dropping your views. I totally respect your views. Each one has their own perspective to a situation. So we agree to disagree and vice versa. Anyways eachone has their own belief system, and i hold no aurhority to judge anyones belief system.

Those who cry for humanity have no religion. They cry humanity only to cover up their crimes.

Killing any innocent human being is an evil act and scriptures never allowed such acts, not even the holy quran.

I stand against injustice and oppression, no matter who does it.

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Wolfgar Miere

Sun 25th Mar 2018 13:58

I have to say Jennifer for all our communication you have still failed to address the central point I raised, that is the insult contained within your poem which I believe I clearly identified. Whether intentional or not (I'm sure not, it does grate with soldiers that they are so often thought brainless/thoughtless)

I have spent much of my life coming to understand and dealing with situations and beliefs which I had initially found repellant. I think I am fairly well practiced at understanding the motivations and actions of those who have at some point taken dramatically differing views than myself. I say this because on several occasions I have come to agree with their interpretations and dispensed with my own. I have even achieved this with former enemies who have killed friends of mine, what greater understanding and humility is there than that? feel free to give personal examples.

Regarding Glass houses, do I really need to explain that? I'll leave it for you.

The exchange of views is always preferable to silence, especially when it meets with some understanding and clarification.

All the best and respectfully,


jennifer Malden

Sun 25th Mar 2018 13:37

Hello again!

Delighted to get comments on a poem which was not explicitly directed at modern career soldiers but more in general at conscripted men, as in Vietnam, in wars in general. Having referred to 'human bombs' and peacekeeping activity of course means nowadays. Perhaps you could try to understand attitudes which may at first be repellent to you? My only intention was to write about the tragedy of war, and those who suffer in it. (By the way, my father was a career soldier).

No offence taken, and I loved 'grammar nazism', and why 'a glasshouse'?

All the best, Jennifer

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Wolfgar Miere

Sun 25th Mar 2018 09:35


Resorting to grammar nazism is always amusing to me, but thanks for the pointers (maybe you should review your own response, which appears to have been written in a glass house) anyway I hope it helped to vent some of your annoyance at me daring to comment upon your poem.

You may wish to consider that Hannahs response reinforced my desire to comment. I would have thought the opinion of a former soldier would have been welcome in a way which offered perspective, evidently not. But as is often the case people don’t wish to hear from soldiers and of their experience, I find that very strange and dismissive.

I think you have missed my point entirely, in my response I stated that we mostly agreed.

The insult which lies within your poem is the assumption that soldiers are unaware of the probable consequences of their undertaking, and are somehow naive to the lies they are often pedalled. Occasionally that is demonstrably true, but many soldiers are aware of the untruths that are spoken. This is especially true of soldiers who may have already served in previous campaigns.

I note you state you can be a pedantic scot too, which seems to indicate you believe me to be Scottish. I am an Englishman who happens to have been born in Scotland, I identify as English because my blood is. Not that it is important in any way, merely an indication that assumptions are easily and often made.

I think now may be the point at which we should break contact. Your poem has reinforced my feelings about how attitudes of the uninformed sometimes lead them to carelessly insult the subjects of their utterances. It is a shame that happens.

All the best,


jennifer Malden

Sat 24th Mar 2018 23:19

Hello again,

Don't see quite why you find The Veteran' quite so insulting! You mention 'protecting people who want to kill you', as I do, and you also mention your resentment at finding 'peacekeeping' etc. misrepresented on the news by people who know nothing about it. I tried to show how indifferent passers by are towards ex soldiers who have been through this. By the way - thanks and scribblings have no apostrophe because the s is for the plural, but a day's pay does because it is the possessive case!!!! I can be a pedantic Scot too!!
All the best -Jennifer

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Wolfgar Miere

Sat 24th Mar 2018 20:35


Hello Jennifer,

Many thank's for your response to mine on your poem.

Just a quick one, what century are you living in? no members of the NATO alliance shoot deserters anymore (most often they are given a days pay and sent home) irrespective of how long they signed up for.

All soldiers can refuse to soldier (I’ve seen it done) you'd be hard pushed to find any soldiers willing to make up a firing squad these days, who and what on earth do you think soldiers are these days?

It seems you think they might not be able to think for themselves.

Evidently we agree on almost everything. Of course soldiers are led to believe false truths, aren't we all? it doesn't mean to say they indulge the persuasion, most in recent years have the wherewithal to make up their own minds, and many ill informed people believe soldiers are thugs and delinquents, do not doubt that. I have been spat on and insulted by the brightest ill informed people you could imagine, whilst protecting their delicate freedoms.

Nothing though can prepare anyone for the true horrors of war, that is not to say soldiers don't expect it, current training is quite brutally honest. I would ask you, who would not at the start be shocked to see limbs blown apart, I didn't contest that, nobody is ready for that, I have seen it many times over, you are never ready. You may not have meant to insult but maybe some would be insulted, I am not because quite simply you evidently are not aware of how modern soldiers feel.

Of course peace keeping is very complicated and those who have not taken part in it cannot be expected to understand what it entails, for example protecting people who want to kill you, and occasionally having to meet that desire with lethal force, sometimes that is what peace keeping amounts to, it doesn't quite sound like its description does it, why do you think that is Jennifer? and yes before you mention it an enforced peace is not peace keeping, I can assure you the lowliest grunt understands that far better than most civilians ever could, for example being threatened at gunpoint by so called loyalist supporters in Northern Ireland after being petrol bombed all day by republican sympathisers, do you know what that feels like Jennifer, or what its like to see it misrepresented on the news and discussed by ill informed civilians in TV studios when your mates are in the RVH with third degree burns, do you?

The difference I suspect between our understandings is that I and many others have experienced it whereas you merely assume you know what you are talking about.

Of course your opinion is as vital as mine, though maybe not as well informed. I am quite aware of the point you were attempting to make I was merely speaking on behalf of one of the most unrepresented minorities in the country as I happen to be a member of it, I trust that is OK with you.

A soldier can leave any time he likes, its called freewill and courage, qualities that all good soldiers should treasure.

All the best,


jennifer Malden

Sat 24th Mar 2018 18:25

Hello Wolfgar,

Thanks for the long comment on The Veteran', No-one thinks soldiers are delinquents, but I do think they are sometimes lead to believe false 'truths', about the reason they are in a country. Iraq, for example? Also they can't 'object and leave' without being shot as deserters. It depends on how long they have signed on for.

Half my family have been soldiers, so I had no intention of insulting anyone, but for a rookie it is shocking at the start anyway to see people being blown up, and with terrible injuries etc.

So called 'peacekeeping' is not always really that, because for many of the nationals a forced 'peace' is the last thing they desire. Hannah Collins understood what I was struggling to say. Thanks anyway, Jennifer

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Tue 13th Mar 2018 18:37

Thank you for your comment!

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Sat 3rd Feb 2018 11:14

Thanks David for your beautiful comment on 'Forgotten' ! I'm elated that you liked my writing.

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Tom Harding

Tue 14th Nov 2017 18:41

Thanks for the comments David, always appreciated your support on here. Will let you know about the book next month when I know more.

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David Cooke

Sat 11th Nov 2017 18:40

Hi Wolfgar Glad you liked my Zhivago poem! David

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Richard Hartley

Sat 28th Oct 2017 18:35

Congratulations, that's a great website you've got there []
To my mind there are three good things about it: the website looks great; the poetry is wonderful and the pictures are amazing! What's not to like?
As you also say in your Profile, I have won no awards for my poems and I do not seek to get them published. Instead, when I've finished scribbling one of my offerings I just post it on my little website [ - but it's not as smart as yours!] and hope that at least some of those who read it will find something in it.
I think of my poems as my progeny and have no claim on them: once I've constructed each poem I send it out to make its own way in the world.
Keep up the great work!

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Martin Elder

Sun 8th Oct 2017 17:58

Hi David
just wanted to say Congratulations in having your poem selected for the Marsden jazz festival. I saw it there being displayed in Marsden in a pub called the swan in the village.
Well done my friend

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Wolfgar Miere

Tue 3rd Oct 2017 12:55

Thanks for your reading and your comments Cynthia, always welcome.

I suppose it is fair in some way to call me dogmatic, and not so in others, of course it is a matter of opinion and that is too valuable to dismiss out of hand to my mind, so fair enough I'll take that.

In my defense (which to be honest probably isn't needed) I simply say what I think when I think it, I dislike sycophants who are occasionally thick on the ground in such environments as WoL. I feel I bite my lip and stay my hand too often, but diplomacy and restraint are sometimes the better option, and yes as I too am sensitive I only ever really get prickly if I feel attacked, which in fairness has hardly ever happened on WoL and never in respect of my written contributions.

I absolutely agree that the written word is often far more considered than the spoken, though not on all occasions. Often the spoken word carries more immediate impact if well considered, whereas careless sloppy writing is easily dismissed before a sentence ever ends.

Regarding a writer being what he writes, I think it's a question which offers variable responses. For instance writers often write from perspectives other than their own (I certainly do) in doing so the written text does not carry their belief or opinions, it is true that the practice of writing in such a manner reveals something of them, but how is the reader to know that, or what that something is?

I have to agree that everything we write may well reflect something of us or something about our reasoning, but I think very few people are paying that much attention to what is and isn't the authors true self.

I suppose it's just a complex question to answer, at least for me anyway.

I appreciate and enjoy the conversation, thanks again Cynthia.


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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Mon 2nd Oct 2017 12:41

You are a fine addition to the 'stable of regulars' here on WOL. Always stimulating, if sometimes dogmatic.

I just reread your Bio. I do think, actually, that you ARE what you write. A good deal more than you are what you say. The mouth can natter, but the fingers must have more connections to follow from brain to keyboard. It seems logical, but I could be wrong. But I do think writing involves considered intent.

I have always thought that the 'mouth' is the world's most vicious weapon. Especially without due background knowledge. More deadly than writing, because it's so immediate, widespread and bristling with emotion. A real 'people catcher'.

Good to chat with you.

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Helen Elliott

Sat 30th Sep 2017 21:43

Hi David.

Thank you for commenting on Glaswegian and welcoming me back.

I hope to stick around this time 😉


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