by Richard Gildea | May 11, 2013 | Poetry
How canst one educate an aching heart Which covets thee above all else in life Still beats for thee in truth where e’er thou art Tis always and forever pierced by knife Thou wouldst I know withdraw if e’er brought pain Upon a cloud replete with Angels wings Where...
by Richard Gildea | May 9, 2013 | Poetry
How disadvantaged has my place become To gaze upon so fair as thee by chance In utterance I’d find myself struck dumb If thou should deem to cast a sideways glance Yet all is not as glimpsed within first sight As tresses cast foreshadow on sweet brow Veiled pretence...
by Richard Gildea | May 6, 2013 | Poetry
If we had taken words exchanged as read Passed on (as if) in secret to secure A multitude or more would be as dead As Brothers, Sons and Daughters gone before By subterfuge they played an evil game Through use of words insidious to creep So many lives were lost...
by Richard Gildea | May 2, 2013 | Poetry
Old Deutschland’s risen ‘Phoenix like’ from flames The ‘Fatherland’ now family reborn Estranged by others who didst lay their claims Yet line of chalk doth show from one cloth shorn Through conflict and through reparations sought Such devastation proved to be...
by Richard Gildea | Apr 30, 2013 | Poetry
Reclining at the end of day, what bliss! With boots discarded twinkling my toes The world at large can count themselves remiss In plodding on, not casting off their loads Tis heaven when one takes time out to sit With laptop on my knee should I propose Whilst penning...