by Tom Porter | Aug 23, 2010 | Poetry
So peaceful by the Nissen hut, waiting for that fateful call, ‘Scramble, Scramble’, a swarm of Spits and Hurricanes all around. Was the scheme for this sortie to defend our shores at Dover? Or worse, cross foreign fields to fight the foe in his fatherland. Please...
by Tom Porter | Dec 23, 2009 | Poetry
Christmas is coming and the geese are getting fat Santa Claus is on his way with his silly floppy hat He parks his reindeer on the roof when at your house he stops And hoping that the fire is out, down your chimney drops The reason that his face is red and he always...
by Tom Porter | Dec 22, 2009 | Poetry
Just a mere lad of seven when I noticed the change Your split personality and behavior so strange One day the mum that I simply adored Next day a stranger that struck a different chord But I still loved you, for you were my mother All those voices you’d hear going...
by Tom Porter | Dec 20, 2009 | Poetry
Christmas day 1914, peaceful and still Two forlorn figures walk in no-man’s land Meeting each other midway on the hill Hostilities gone with a shake of the hand Always forced to drink from war’s poison chalice Thinking their likes were the deadliest foes But their...
by Tom Porter | Dec 20, 2009 | Poetry
Sheer bliss, wish you were here, I text on Christmas day to members of my family back home. Next day laid on the beach I lift my glass and toast ‘Another day in paradise’ Sheer bliss But then, somewhere out there, a gigantic landslip at the bottom of the ocean....
