by Paddy Slevin | Apr 9, 2008 | Poetry
On Easter Sunday, two thousand and eight, They issued the latest fatality rate. Four thousand American soldiers killed, In bloody Iraq. Imagine those ghostly legions parading, With shuffling feet, and heartbeats fading. A two mile column of dead men marching, Through...
by Paddy Slevin | Apr 9, 2008 | Poetry
I’m giving up beer and I’m giving up Scotch, Yes, I’m giving up drinking entirely. For my liver complains. My old kidney’s got pains, And my doctor is warning me direly. I’m giving up cake and I’m giving up chips. Not that I’ve been over-indulging. But, I’ve noticed...
by Paddy Slevin | Feb 13, 2008 | Poetry
Mr Seddon, Always warned of Armageddon. Mr Fry, Always preached the end was nigh. Mr Collier, Was so much jollier. Mr Seddon? Always worried, now a deadun. Mr Fry? His end was nigh, he’s now on high. And Mr Collier? Getting...
by Paddy Slevin | Dec 8, 2007 | Poetry
Before the house is wide awake, On this frosty Noël morn. It’s up the hill for Ben and me, To greet the Christmas dawn. Frozen webs adorn the boughs, Of the trees in Jessop’s copse. With brightly shining silken threads, And silver frosted drops. He runs to me, with...
by Paddy Slevin | Dec 3, 2007 | Poetry
Aurora crept from cold dark night. To wash the hill with dull first light, And there arrayed, in shattered ranks, Were rusting hulks of burnt-out tanks. A vixen fox guides home her brood. The badger ceased his search for food. Pale blue replaced the streaks of grey,...
