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Poetry

Farewell

The news was expected her time was to close The news stories written of our fine English rose Our thoughts and our thinking said she’d be fine Our long-reigning monarch who stood against time But come the day did on the 8th of September That our Queen had now passed…
Mac
8th September 2022
Poetry

A Name On the Menin Gate

A Name on the Menin Gate He went to war like a lamb My Great Uncle Daniel Blindly walking into the Lion’s Den Did he think it was a lark? Or just happy to play his part A war to end all wars Over by Christmas they said Those with…
Bobbie
5th January 2022
Poetry

Mac and Vera

I met a man named Mac. After I had been attacked. I was through the other side, slightly more wise He introduced me to Vera once again. Does anyone remember her?
David Gibson
14th April 2021
Poetry

What Makes A Man

Once your war is over Once your rifle’s stowed away Once you’re home safe and alive To see another day You’ll stand tall beside your comrades And remember those you’ve lost You’ll burst with pride yet deep inside Your mind will count the cost And you’ll bottle those emotions You’ll…
Dave Phillips
3rd July 2020
Poetry

A Poem For Veterans

I wish you could tell them just how you feel about the torment and fear And pain in your heart, about the sadness you felt , not just for yourself but for friends you held dear They were your comrades and you held them close, just when you needed them…
Jean Mitchell
22nd June 2020
Poetry

Upon Receiving a Wartime Letter of Condolence

The hand that had caressed himNow held a pen she kept for best.When she was a child,she would lose herself,In the cloudy blue grey swirls of its shaft.The words would not come at first.Then hesitantly they arrived.‘much appreciated’; ‘great comfort’;So thoughtful’.There was to be a child a heart beatheld in…
Bernard Pearson
26th May 2020
Poetry

Summers’ End

Slipped dress off plastic hanger felt it’s crisp cotton lightness fingertip touch of buttercups and daises a sash of lilac stroked her sun-kissed skin. Breathed in a new memory of meadow-sweet and cup-cakes and small bare feet, running through warm grass. Folds of gathered cotton, twirling, swirling, as he swung…
Jan Hedger
25th May 2020
Poetry

Passchendaele Mud

I saw a poet drowning in Passchendaele mud head jerked back, gaping mouth blood spouting the hardest composition of his life. I saw a poet struggling to breathe the truth of war; an audience not hearing his epitaph. I saw a poet die in Passchendaele mud tattered pages his remains.…
Jan Hedger
24th May 2020
Poetry

At One With…

Laying down her sketchbook, young artist Freya, knelt by the flower bed musing on her inner thoughts, as ladybird chases aphid through petals and stalks to edge of the world. Soul of earth, in my veins. Alive in nature, never sleeping, resting but never sleeping, I am alive, breathing, spirit…
Jan Hedger
24th May 2020
Poetry

Displacement

In no concept of time my inner song silenced when I was displaced from earthen roots – limb torn... Imbedded now in silted lake bed two thirds submerged waterlogged in depth of darkness... Nightmares , fear of fully drowning brachial artery just breaking surface - hungry for air... Footsteps above…
Jan Hedger
24th May 2020