by Don Holmes | Sep 26, 2017 | Poetry
How easy To leave a bomb on a train How proud You will feel to kill and to maim How brave To leave your mayhem behind Such pleasure To read of the dead , injured, blind Praise Allah You murdered some Kaffir today Men, women, children who got in the way I’ll pray to...
by Robert Carson | Sep 26, 2017 | Poetry
A former officer and former soldier come every Friday to read names from the Book of Remembrance. ‘In honour of fallen comrades- Father, daughter, husband, son Remembered in perpetuum..’ While settling in your chosen seat your own devotions you would keep. As the...
by Don Holmes | Sep 6, 2017 | Poetry
CARAVAN HOLIDAY In regimented lines they stand On swathes of once-green farmers land From north to south and west to east Resembling herds of sheep or beast And where the ground is steep to rise Patio doors point to the skies The wooden stiles you loved to climb Are...
by Don Holmes | Sep 6, 2017 | Poetry
MOBILE TELEPHONE BLUES In cafes, restaurants and bars On buses, lorries, backs of cars It seems that people can’t leave home Without their personal telephone They’re walking down a busy street Oblivious to all they meet Chins tucked down against their chest As if...
by Robert Carson | Aug 22, 2017 | Poetry
Tattered flags speak of a time long past A coin into a deep well’s cast. That wish for happiness, whatever comes The wheel of fortune ever turns… Though words may be a hollow thing- Love’s promise -bounden by a ring. The Drum Tower where no drumrolls heard- The Crown...
