by Dave Stenhouse | Nov 8, 2010 | Poetry
At the cenotaph our Queen will lay The first Remembrance wreath In her mind the men and woman Who fought and died for her beneath The small red paper flower With a plastic green stem Every year at the 11th hour We will remember them Back then it was over the top But...
by Dave Stenhouse | Sep 4, 2009 | Poetry
Sitting and waiting, hoping that your turn never comes around, the IED that rips through your body, tearing pound for pound. The hidden killer that lies beneath the hard baked sand, waiting for its victim, so it can explode from this bloody land. The chaos and...
by Dave Stenhouse | Sep 4, 2009 | Poetry
It?s been twelve years since you passed away, if you can hear me dad, I?ve missed you every day. I have a wee daughter now, I?ve just finished reading her card, you would of loved her dad, why is missing you still so f****** hard.
by Dave Stenhouse | Sep 3, 2009 | Poetry
The shifting sands are always changing, you don’t really want to stay, and it’s what’s underneath the surface that will blow you away. The mountains the wades, the compounds, the hot breeze, the heat of the daytime, during the night you feel the freeze. You wonder how...
by Dave Stenhouse | Sep 3, 2009 | Poetry
The suicide bomber, with his explosives wrapped around his chest, has only got one mission, and that’s to put your life to rest. He is well prepared, and groomed to do his fight, you must be able to recognise him, so you can put out his light. He will never give up,...
