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Darcey A very sad day, grief beyond measure I lost my Pal, ‘’Darcey” my Treasure The time had come to end her fight A time to do what I knew was right A reluctant act, but do it I must The proper way to repay her trust A terrible decision, it could make you cry Is She...
The White Towers Wound
Flowing from the Tower’s wounded walls Forgotten names in sacred halls Remember the Blitz & wartime fears Poppies prompting loved ones tears Striking sights Poppies pour Across the lawn by the White Tower Door Blood Red Poppies form a flowing Ripple From the...
Under the same Sun
We were born under the same sun, you and I, Although we look not alike. Your skin is dark and mine is light. We pray to different gods, we speak not the same, but love knows no borders, and we play the same game. With laughter and kindness, we bridge every gap, and in...
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Maelstrom to Monochrome
Sinuous in my silk gown, I slip seamlessly though the enveloping white mist, its droplets, glinting like diamonds, caught in the tendrils of my hair. The mist is ice cold, alive and swirling and I am flung around like spun sugar. Scarlet streams of blood, leave my...
Demise of the Wise Ones
Let them lie where they fell when the gales ripped them from their ancient birth; fractured roots exposed, like nerve endings. Let them lie where they fell a rest for a weary walker and a scramble and leap for a frisky tongue lolling dog; a seat for lovers. Let them...
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“I’m not fine”
These lyrics are from the song "I'm not fine", by Telford Sounds, which can be listened to on YouTube by clicking this link https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O4Q5tu491Jo [Verse 1] He said, "Long week" But it’d been a long year Holding it together With a grin and a beer...
“Echoes in My Mind”
I’m standing in your silence, but it’s loud inside my head. My memories consume me; they follow where I tread. Every step I take, there’s a ghost I cannot see from wars I left so long ago that still aren't done with me. I’m trying to escape from the demons I can't...
My Room Full of Demons
Oh yeah, come on in, but mind how you go. It’s dark in this room, and there's hazards you know. There’s boxes and boulders and bodies as well. And watch for that trapdoor; it leads straight to hell. So what do you want? You’ll need to go soon. You won't want to stay...
You – Me – Split
In all of the acts that my mind has created The one that hurts most is the hider, the faded. The one that won't tell you the pain that I’m in. The one that is buried so deep in my sin. I’m dying in here my thinking’s all twisted. My names are so many but none of...
Darcey
Darcey A very sad day, grief beyond measure I lost my Pal, ‘’Darcey” my Treasure The time had come to end her fight A time to do what I knew was right A reluctant act, but do it I must The proper way to repay her trust A terrible decision, it could make you cry Is She...
The White Towers Wound
Flowing from the Tower’s wounded walls Forgotten names in sacred halls Remember the Blitz & wartime fears Poppies prompting loved ones tears Striking sights Poppies pour Across the lawn by the White Tower Door Blood Red Poppies form a flowing Ripple From the...
Under the same Sun
We were born under the same sun, you and I, Although we look not alike. Your skin is dark and mine is light. We pray to different gods, we speak not the same, but love knows no borders, and we play the same game. With laughter and kindness, we bridge every gap, and in...
Maelstrom to Monochrome
Sinuous in my silk gown, I slip seamlessly though the enveloping white mist, its droplets, glinting like diamonds, caught in the tendrils of my hair. The mist is ice cold, alive and swirling and I am flung around like spun sugar. Scarlet streams of blood, leave my...
Demise of the Wise Ones
Let them lie where they fell when the gales ripped them from their ancient birth; fractured roots exposed, like nerve endings. Let them lie where they fell a rest for a weary walker and a scramble and leap for a frisky tongue lolling dog; a seat for lovers. Let them...
Where once was life…
There’s an old nest in the hedge, forgotten, deserted. It rests in criss-cross privet, a sculptural memorial of eggs cracking, hatching, new life out of dead twigs, dried moss and lifeless grass. The breath left it long ago. A gaping silence.
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"Through my own experiences in talking with the boys and girls about their thoughts on war and how they felt about going into action… through poetry they express themselves with absolute clarity, deep feeling and simplicity. I only have to read 'In Flanders Field' or Kipling's 'Tommy' to fully appreciate and be thankful for the beauty of FLOW. We must never forget them."
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