Warrior Poets
TV in the comfort of home secure with key and lock Shows columns of semi-naked captives herded as sheep As armed shepherds taunt and bully the doomed flock The world yawns as to slaughter the prisoners creep Freedom stolen; genocide on the move again Haunting nightmares stir from not so long ago Young and […]
Sweet, Sweet Love The comforting blanket of night Masks the first gentle touch so light Shyly, love’s rousing begins How could such romance be a sin? Exploring, sharing Giving, caring On Planet Earth with bright burning stars above Two breathless pounding hearts with fire now spent Both in awe and no reason to relent Resting, reflecting, […]
As our Nation sails forward to where it has never been There’s a very large blip on the radar screen An iceberg of large proportions ahead it seems Several Senators recently elected and at the helm said “We’re in command and today it’s full steam ahead” Other crew, authors of long past broken promises still […]
I often think of warriors who fought the fight To ensure that our way of life was kept right In arenas of cruel harsh terrain, day and night Desert, jungle and mountain height Their bed a mattress of rock or muddy ground Home a shell scrape or behind a dirt mound A smothering dark bunker […]
Suddenly, bright blinding light from a bursting flare A weary soldier woken from bliss to living nightmare Sweet dreams of his wife stolen by the uninvited glare In a pulse beat he senses new danger on a hill of madness A crowded noisy theatre complete with death and sadness Stumbling footsteps are near and shouts […]
From a British soldier in Iraq. Written by Patrick Campbell They flew me ‘ome from Baghdad with a bullet in me chest. Cos they’ve closed the army ‘ospitals, I’m in the NHS. The nurse, she ain’t no Britisher an’ so she ain’t impressed. It’s like I’m some street corner thug who’s come off second […]
Inspired by the departure of WO1 Brian Moore, RSM, 51st Battalion, Far North Queensland Regiment and dedicated to all those ugly bastards who wore galloping horses and carried a pace stick Imagine so many ghosts marching past From the original senior soldier to the very last One after the other in single file Then reflect […]
The sun cracks through the windows four days no sleep, body weary mind still racing. Can’t close my eyes horrible things taunt me; Things seen and done where have these thirty years gone. Lost in anger, rage, self loathing and fear ripped from a soul happiness, love, humour, warmth and generosity cast aside, I […]
“What have you seen my son and what is that look in your eyes? ” “Nothing;” Why do you ask this of me mother you turn away when I speak of it. “What have you seen my lover and what is that look in your eyes?” “Nothing;” Why do you ask this of me […]
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