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Richard Gildea

Poetry

Men of Steel (HMS Sheffield)

Midst cruising ‘round - ‘The Gulf’ - (Arabia) Neath cloudless sky; I chanced to dream of Home Whilst picturing her face (Ophelia) I wondered just how far I dared to roam Twas then that Captain Salt (like condiment) Didst shake me from my slumber o’er Tannoy “Attention” was required from…
Richard Gildea
5th October 2016
Poetry

Emblematic Wings

Intro; “In an eagle there is all the wisdom in the world” (Lame Deer – Sioux Medicine Man) An omen (in its soaring form) to Zeus Espied before TITANic victory Ere ‘Legions’ (out of Rome) didst introduce As standard raised on high for all to see This “Bringer of the…
Richard Gildea
3rd October 2016
Poetry

“Stone Me; Rosetta’s Smashed”

Tis journey’s end for one who’s travelled far Across the dark expanse, whilst shedding light On origins of life ‘neath yonder star Now solar power wanes, condemning flight As Mother ship descends with open arms Embracing ‘Philae’ offspring (once hath flown) Perchance midst strains of lullaby by Brahms Will go…
Richard Gildea
30th September 2016
Poetry

“Brexit means Exit”

Procrastination’s now the tool of choice When used by those who cannot bear to leave Denying (thru attempts to stifle voice) Of democratic rights (they misperceive) Tis freedom (of a sort) the people crave From wanton regulation o’er our lives Where once co-operation was the rave Such monolithic entity deprives…
Richard Gildea
30th September 2016
Poetry

Oh Mother Mine!

A cry was heard from o’er the Barricade Twas one that’s shared by all (we Sons of same) Whilst craving of her arms as life doth fade Tis less of gentle plea, more loud exclaim! What primal need drives men unto the womb? Which nurtured them thru all that lay…
Richard Gildea
22nd September 2016
Poetry

With ‘Bated’ Breath

Neath waves which churn the air above my head I sense the depth twixt here and ocean floor No sooner doth the swell increase one’s dread Than riptide carries farther out from shore Whilst drifting off may lend oneself to sleep Tis taking breath; pre-empts a last goodbye Consigned (as…
Richard Gildea
15th September 2016
Poetry

“For Whom the Bell Tolls” (9/11)

What’s happened here this day, this hour, I cannot fathom still Yet here I am embroiled in cause which seeks alone to kill Forgive this action that I take, in faith that’s notwithstanding Of consequences I believe beyond one’s understanding Searing heat may take my flesh, yet doth my soul…
Richard Gildea
11th September 2016
Poetry

A Promissory Note

I am aware my life’s on loan: tho due To be redeem’d when e’er Thou choose to call Still yet awhile, doth Pray my days accrue Allotted span perchance this once forestall Thru early years my Spirit roam’d as free No fear of intervention from ‘On High’ No obligation felt…
Richard Gildea
6th September 2016
Poetry

Shoo away the clouds

My languid form reclines as if in pose Whilst soaking up the warmth of yonder star A gentle breeze meanders ‘twixt my toes I sense in turn as each bids "au revoir" Tis glorious when life just saunters by No headlong dash to greet what’s yet to come No trepidation…
Richard Gildea
6th September 2016
Poetry

At End of Tether

Confession (hath been said) ‘tis good for soul Whilst contemplating ‘end of rope’ demise Helps concentrate the mind; brings self control ‘Fore dread of what’s to come, thru fear belies O’er years the same routine hath oft’ played out ‘Ere final walk to gallows sealed known fate Where breakfast of…
Richard Gildea
6th September 2016