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Alex Roissetter

Poetry

Together In Unity

Together we fight, Together we fall, Together we die, To save them all. In unity of one, In unity we stand, Forever the war, On bloodied sand. When we march, To our final day, No matter the cost, For us please Pray.
Alex Roissetter
3rd November 2012
Poetry

The Comfort In A Tear.

I saw that tear you hid so well, Mixed within the rain that fell, It marked the day I marched away, Following the orders that I must obey. I shall forever carry with me that tear, To calm my worst worry and fear, Through all the times of peril and…
Alex Roissetter
7th March 2012
Poetry

All But A Moment After.

Are u listening to those that went before? The muffled screams behind that bitter door, Their whispered howls of what u might find, With echoed pain that pierce your mind. Visions of red and dusty hides, Clawing at clothes with abandon besides, The colour of the poppies flowing away, Mixed…
Alex Roissetter
24th November 2011
Poetry

The Forever Guard

They guard there, holding the line, Frozen in memory and time, Watching across the splintered land, Together forever they will stand. All faces marked with bitter years, Streaked with both rain and tears, Still waiting for that fateful shell, As these young men guard the gates of hell. Their names…
Alex Roissetter
25th April 2011
Poetry

Last Words

My last inspiration came from here, And I wrote it down as I shed a tear, Knowing that this may be my last, And throwing everything into the past. All the memories of what I’ve done, All the thoughts of joy and fun, Intermingled with the sadness and pain, Washed…
Alex Roissetter
7th April 2011
Poetry

Eclipse Of My Sun

Where has the sun gone from yesterday? Since I told you I had to go away, To pack my helmet and combat vest, And fly to war and leave the nest. I know I told you that I would never leave, And that I’ll wear my heart on my sleeve,…
Alex Roissetter
17th March 2011
Poetry

A Warriors Compulsion

What pulls me back to that place? Where the sun burns on my face, And the sand hides many dangers, Put there by bitter strangers. There is a compulsion to go back there, Where every step is taken with care, The sweat trickles not just from the heat, Thinking of…
Alex Roissetter
23rd February 2011
Poetry

A Dyslexic Peot.

It’s quite hard to be a dyslexic poet, One that only just might know it, I work so hard, And it takes so long, Just to write another tuneless song. Wish I could write like Sassoon and Owen, But it’s so cold and the wind is blowing, If only I…
Alex Roissetter
17th January 2011
Poetry

The Poets House on a Poets Street.

I walk past the house at forty three, That hold some special values to me, Now filled with some else’s dreams, With they’re tastes of colours and themes. The garage the green me and dad painted together, Now looking sickly in the weather, The once white brackets rusted and flaked,…
Alex Roissetter
17th January 2011
Poetry

Musa Qala’s Drift.

With the standard shining in the sun, Feeling the weight of the gun, Barricaded in pockets of ressistance, Far away from any assistance. This isnt the land of zulus and redcoats, Just pure survival and the occational anecdotes, It feels like it’s the whole country you’re against, You life in…
Alex Roissetter
5th October 2010