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Bernie Shelton

Poetry

The Hills Are Alive.

The hills are a alive with the Sound of gun fire Screaming boys and radio calls, Whirling blades Create a dust storm, Just another day in Helmond Province. Hello Alpha Charlie, this is Mike Charlie One, over Alpha Charlie send over, Mike Charlie request P1 medevac , soonest, over Alpha…
Bernie Shelton
13th September 2009
Poetry

Then the Rain came down.

The second attempt at crossing failed When we were hit by Bullets, shell and gas, I became a passenger When my legs were taken, I lay in the blood and the mud And cried and cursed with the rest, Then the rain came down And washed away our tears.
Bernie Shelton
13th September 2009
Poetry

Georgie Boy.

Georgie boy is whispering Deep inside his head George Boy is singing Deep inside his head, Georgie Boy is going crazy, Crazy, crazy, crazy, You do when you’re live Your life in the deep. Georgie Boy is sixty and Lives his life underground Out of sight and out of mind,…
Bernie Shelton
13th September 2009
Poetry

Fish

A fish that swims in the dark And never sees the light Is a very deep fish indeed.
Bernie Shelton
4th September 2009
Poetry

Plastic Sheeting and Jerrycans

They fight for them you know They are important Plastic sheeting and jerrycans, The women scream and scratch The men vicious in their need For biggest the best Of the plastic sheeting They are important for survival you see, The sheeting to protect from the Wind, sand and rain The…
Bernie Shelton
4th September 2009
Poetry

Sold

I was sold when I was ten To feed my brothers and sisters, My mummy said It had to be that way. They took me to a strange place To the place where the Soldiers slept Where me and Victoria who is my friend Would sell our trinkets and ourselves…
Bernie Shelton
4th September 2009
Poetry

Kevin the Keyhole

Kevin the Keyhole Is a nasty old man Peering through keyholes Whenever he can Watching those ladies undress, Kevin the Keyhole Is a dirty old man Pity he is me Dad
Bernie Shelton
3rd September 2009
Poetry

Going Back

It’s what you’re told, You are taught, trained To do it, To go back, Whatever the risk You go back. You never leave your mates behind.
Bernie Shelton
3rd September 2009
Poetry

The Bakery

Standing in the bakery at four am The smell of freshly baked bread Is mouth watering, Outside the snow is falling, The air freezing, and Soon they will start to arrive To wait in line For their daily bread, No one is left out No one goes without At the…
Bernie Shelton
3rd September 2009