by Chris Duncan | May 29, 2011 | Poetry
A red petal for those we have lost Emerges each year, remember the cost So many of our best lie underground They have no ability to utter a sound So it is to us it falls to speak for the dead To ensure everyone now can be safe in bed To make sure they didn’t die in...
by Chris Duncan | May 26, 2011 | Poetry
On a bright summers day The skies cloud over, dark and grey There is an electric feel and a smell on the air Very soon Mother nature will give us something to share There is a pita pat as the first drops fall This is going to be a hell of a squall The heavens open,...
by Chris Duncan | May 26, 2011 | Poetry
The storm has passed Its safe to emerge at last The Clouds break and boil away Light beams down spotlighting fields of hay Dark shadows of clouds chase each other along the floor Leaving steaming soil in its wake after the downpour In the streets kids emerge to play...
by Chris Duncan | Mar 31, 2011 | Poetry
The pitch darkness of night Does not cause me fright I can walk happily in the dark On hills, or the streets or in a park. It is a two edged sword I would explain to you On the streets there are dangers, one or two I am hyper-vigilant, sneaking up on me You will find,...
by Chris Duncan | Mar 31, 2011 | Poetry
There are injuries and pains visible to all, Breaking an ankle kicking a ball, Falling, hurting your head Then being bandaged up, kept in bed A cut across the arm or hand Might need a visible plaster band Or a stitch or two holding it till healed With a bandage or...
