All Posts By

John Sinclair

Poetry

I will help you my friend

I will help you my friend I will help you to make that final journey The final journey back home For l am heart broken and close to tears I must be strong to help you along Many hands move to help with you As the Chinook flies in and…
John Sinclair
12th July 2011
Poetry

I close my eyes and l am there

I close my eyes and l am there I can feel the hot sun on my face And the dust on my skin The weight of my kit as it starts to dig in I see the enemy move into position and they start to fire The bullets whizz by…
John Sinclair
23rd June 2011
Poetry

Stay Safe

I stand there looking at my child He says to me that l am his hero And that he loves me very much l am rooted to the spot I cannot move for l am close to tears My child reaches out and holds onto my hand As l have…
John Sinclair
23rd September 2010
Poetry

The mighty oak stands tall and firm

The mighty oak stands tall and firm He towers above them all He is wise and old And the strongest of them all It takes a lot to make a mighty oak fall The pine tree sways back and forth in the wind Bending this way and that His flexibility…
John Sinclair
22nd September 2009
Poetry

Every day I wear a mask

Everyday I wear a mask I smile and say good morning to all I see I am pleasant and always look happy Everyone acknowledges my presence when I walk into a room I am a bright light shining in all this gloom But when I am alone All alone in…
John Sinclair
30th July 2009
Poetry

Their snouts in the trough

They grunt and they groan All through the land you can hear them moan Bring me more for the trough What we have is never enough They wear their designer suits Hand made shirts with silken ties You can look into their eyes They are very good at hiding their…
John Sinclair
29th July 2009
Poetry

Got any cheese

The mouse sneaks out from his hole in the wall He sniffs the air there is cheese somewhere out there He scurries across the floor heading for the kitchen door He goes inside and sticks to the sides for this little mouse has to hide He smells his prize but…
John Sinclair
17th June 2009
Poetry

When l close my eyes

When l close my eyes That is when you come to me I feel your breath on my neck And the warmth of your body Our bodies entwine and for that moment you are all mine And endless love that will endure all time When l am asleep And l…
John Sinclair
5th June 2009
Poetry

The Beginning the Middle the End

We all have a beginning a middle and an end We are dragged into this life kicking and screaming Ripped from our mother’s womb All too soon we end up in our tomb Does it really matter what you have seen And what you have done Along the way did…
John Sinclair
2nd June 2009
Poetry

The Wind Fills Her Wings

The wind fills her wings As the angels wings beat down Her feet almost touching the ground Tears fill her eyes This beautiful angel starts to cry She asks the question WHY Man’s blood turns the ground a crimson red For all around there lie’s so many dead A sea…
John Sinclair
23rd May 2009