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That flash of white light,

that’s your brain unrestrained

hitting you're skull.


Messages sparking incoherently,

unable to connect they simply arc,

and that’s the last thing you’ll see

before you wake up with bits of you gone.


Left behind on another landmass.


No consent asked and none given,

you’ll lie under a metal frame

where crisp white sheets won't touch your missing limbs.


You’ll want to tear at invisible flesh,

but it will be in the bellies of dogs.


And people you know will weep by your bedside,

and not knowing what to say, they may smile inanely.

You might scream but no sound will emit.


No one will love you more for all this,

some might love you less.


But then again there will be less of you to love.   



◄ Not summoned by bells

Venetian morning ►


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Wolfgar Miere

Thu 20th Apr 2017 10:30

Thanks for the offer Andy,

but I'll give that a miss.


Travis Brow

Thu 20th Apr 2017 07:39

Fuck me!

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Wolfgar Miere

Wed 19th Apr 2017 15:58

Thanks elP,

i feel exhausted today, I feel a lighter mood encroaching.


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Tue 18th Apr 2017 21:33

Hi, David..often times, I don't comment when I have nothing new to contribute to that which has already been posted. I can't say much,. here, but I do know that some of us witness and participate in experiences of which our language doesn't naturally prepare us to describe. So, I know instinctively that you're correct in believing that your expression is invaluable to others who have been in similar circumstances.


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Wolfgar Miere

Tue 18th Apr 2017 18:34

Thanks Frances,

Goodness me, I would never indulge the belief there was money to be made from poetry.

In regard to my writing about conflict i write to expose the truth of my experiences, both in terms of the futility which i have witnessed and the great terrors caused to innocents caught up in its often needlessness. Some of these writings have exposed my own culpability in the suffering of others, seeking financial gain for that would repulse me.

I have several manuscripts which I have written regarding my experiences, currently they are written in factual form (not poetry) Having sought legal advice from appropriate offices i have been advised that should they ever be published (should any publisher ever want to, which seems highly unlikely) it would be better to release them as works of fiction, in order to maintain my liberty. That fact alone defeats the very purpose i sought when submitting them to text, as my intention was to reveal truths, that is really what i was referring to when saying i might consider doing so when i had less to lose.

I have spent time talking to veterans as individuals and in groups, it has on occasion involved my poetry but more often than not just speaking of my own journey to where i am now. I have gained more satisfaction from that than i could ever imagine a few pieces of silver might bring me.

Frances, i am grateful for your comments as they have presented me with a fine opportunity to respond and maybe clarify my stance on a few things, i mean that sincerely and with genuine gratitude, thanks again.


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Wolfgar Miere

Tue 18th Apr 2017 18:09

Thanks Ray,

I really want nothing from my poetry other than to share it, in the hope that it may make others feel they are not alone in how they may feel (this in respect of my conflict and aftermath stuff)

It would feel exploitative to me to have any expectation or reason other than to raise awareness or offer some kind of understanding and acknowledgment of their suffering or plight.

Thanks Ray, always appreciate your feedback.


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Frances Macaulay Forde

Tue 18th Apr 2017 17:51

Regarding the 'anthology' (I meant chapbook, really) question...
If you write to make money through poetry, I'm sorry to shatter your dreams; poetry isn't a big seller - even the best!
Let's face it, poets are considered successful if they make back the printing costs!
So poetry and me - my suggestions, are not about commercialization but about sharing words and getting them to the right audience. Making connections.
These days we have more and more who have gone through hell and come back, who need to heal emotionally, not just physically.

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Tue 18th Apr 2017 11:03

Nightmare stuff, David. Every line carved from experience and made so real after a long lapse of time - this is surely proof of the indelibility of strong thoughts and passions. Having read your response about an anthology, it reminds me of when I used to do tarot readings with colleagues who charged for them and flowered them up with constant "asides" when nothing came to mind. I never charged for these; considering it rather like sleight of hand when people were emotionally vulnerable. I think you would have felt a similar discomfort.


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Wolfgar Miere

Tue 18th Apr 2017 10:24

Thank you Frances I appreciate your reading and encouraging comments.

I have contemplated compiling an anthology of pieces specifically related to my experience of service and conflict, (not all my experiences where acquired during traditional military service.)

Although I have shared my work with former colleagues and some charity based organizations I haven't yet taken the time to pursue it with the required vigour. It is a narrow field of interest and isn't everyone's cup of tea.

I try not to be drawn towards writing on it too much as people are a little resistant to the horror (as you alluded to) also many grow weary of it, a condition I fully appreciate.

Maybe at some future time I will pursue it with more tenacity, when I have less to protect and I can be recklessly honest.

Thanks again for your comments.


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Frances Macaulay Forde

Tue 18th Apr 2017 04:13

Well done, again, David.
The last line is particularly powerful, hammering home a truth many try not to see.
You do this so well.
Have you ever thought about lending some of your poems to a book to raise funds for Veterans? Or perhaps organizing with a few 'war' poets to do so? I'd buy a copy.

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Wolfgar Miere

Mon 17th Apr 2017 10:02

Thanks Colin and Paul,

recently I had a nephew join the Royal Marines, obviously he is young and keen, I see myself in him when I was his age.

We had that interesting conversation where he asked me what I thought of his joining. Recalling how I felt when I joined and that I knew whatever anyone ever said I would have to test myself, and discover my own limits on my own journey, I was diplomatic with my answer.

I told him I would support him in whatever he did and be proud of him, I told him if conflict came he would almost certainly be required to go being a RM, and to think about what that meant.

Then I thought of the terrible truth of it all, its difficult to look in a young mans eyes and snuff out the adventurer in him, his willingness to test himself was admirable, I could never knock that having been through the exact same thing myself.

Recently I saw a photograph of him looking proud and fit in uniform with his rifle, I have to say I found it quite upsetting to imagine what possible futures might come to pass for him.

Whether or not young men know the truth they still go, sometimes it's the truth that motivates them even more, so the promises and omissions are almost immaterial.

Thanks again,


PS Colin, the heads are death masks/casts of soldiers disfigured by injuries sustained in conflict.

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Paul Waring

Mon 17th Apr 2017 08:39

David, another hard-hitting piece with a powerful message.

"You'll want to tear at invisible flesh,
but it will be in the bellies of dogs"

is particularly moving and memorable. Having worked with people with chronic pain for many years, this reminds me of those poor souls who suffer the torment of phantom limb pain.

And "But then again there will be less of you to love."

is quite brilliant.

Well done David,


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