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Tom Porter

Poetry

The Few

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 Lord; grant my safe…
Tom Porter
23rd August 2010
Poetry

A Cynic’s View of Christmas

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…
Tom Porter
23rd December 2009
Poetry

My Two Mothers

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…
Tom Porter
22nd December 2009
Poetry

Christmas Day in No-Man’s Land

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 eyes display no hatred or…
Tom Porter
20th December 2009
Poetry

Holiday From Hell

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.…
Tom Porter
20th December 2009