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Paddy Slevin

Poetry

Departed Comrade

They say old soldiers never die, but fade into the mist. And now our friends are fading too; names on a growing list. As each one fades within our ranks, and leaves a vacant file, Their memory lives on with us, we mourn, yet still we smile We mourn the…
Paddy Slevin
24th August 2014
Poetry

On Joining the Junior Leaders Regiment

I was fifteen years, I didn’t shave, my experiences few, When I stepped aboard a railway train, bound for Wool, from Waterloo. I felt my heart was in my mouth, with my spirit ebbing low I had signed upon the dotted line, but now didn’t want to go. I thought…
Paddy Slevin
10th May 2012
Poetry

The Business Meeting

They’re milling around in the foyer All taking their comfort break The coffee’s being served from vacuum jugs With slices of poppy-seed cake. They’ve the annual pay rates to set Their order-book forecast is poor The Union’s asking for eight percent Their aim is to give under four. They’ve Belgian…
Paddy Slevin
10th May 2012
Poetry

Ain’t worth a Cuss

I’d say the peacetime soldier ain’t worth a tinker’s cuss. They’re layabouts and drunkards, and often something wuss. So if our fire brigade or dustbin men refuse to work today, Well; get the squaddies off their arse, and make them earn their pay. They skive around in barracks, sometimes marching…
Paddy Slevin
24th August 2010
Poetry

Shabby Broken Beggar Man

Would you help me if I asked you? Would you really help me out? Or would you scowl and hurry by, This worthless, idle lout? If I told you of my heart-ache, Would you stop and talk a while? Or would I see you nod and give, A patronising smile?…
Paddy Slevin
27th October 2009
Poetry

The Bells of all Nations.

Can you hear the bells tolling all over the world For those soldiers, regardless of race, Who went where their duty dictated, And died in that miserable place? We know that United States soldiers, From New Mexico up into Maine, Are bearing the brunt of the conflict And dying. We…
Paddy Slevin
16th October 2009
Poetry

The Hue of the Blue of your Eyes.

The sky has the hue of the blue of your eyes. And the wind brings its message to me. The corn has the shade of the braid in your hair. And the breeze whispers “Come back to me”. The bells have the ring of the sing in your voice And…
Paddy Slevin
16th October 2009
Poetry

No Teardrops

He never let a teardrop fall Nor trickle down his cheek. It isn’t what a real man does, Tears mark the frail and weak. The sergeant’s stripes upon his arm Said leader strong and bold No sign of weakness shall be shown And frailty’s for the old. But in his…
Paddy Slevin
1st October 2008
Stories

Tolney Picnic

I like Sneinton, it’s got character, and it’s not a bad place to live. It has shops, takeaways, and pubs and is even on a regular bus route to town. But, when the sun begins to shine it can be a dusty canyon and the need to escape to greener…
Paddy Slevin
5th August 2008
Stories

The Tank Leaguer.

The sixteen tanks began reversing off the ridges where they had been for the last hour. The light was beginning to fade and the sun was casting lengthening shadows over the distant Radfan Mountains. The gunners, sweltering inside those mobile ovens, traversed their guns to cover the rear, as the…
Paddy Slevin
5th August 2008