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Veterans

Poetry

Men of Steel (HMS Sheffield)

Midst cruising ‘round - ‘The Gulf’ - (Arabia) Neath cloudless sky; I chanced to dream of Home Whilst picturing her face (Ophelia) I wondered just how far I dared to roam Twas then that Captain Salt (like condiment) Didst shake me from my slumber o’er Tannoy “Attention” was required from…
Richard Gildea
5th October 2016
Poetry

“Rained Down On”

As silhouettes appear on pavement slab My senses sharpen’d by held ‘state of fear’ To nail direction canst but take a stab Projection from above or to the rear Known skyline doth afford familiar form Atop the terraced roofs of chimney pots Then shadows move, pre-empting firestorm Tis case of…
Richard Gildea
26th August 2015
Poetry

British Army Veteran

I am a british army veteran, Once I stood to take an oath, I signed a cheque of no amount For queen and country both I never fought in combat, But stood beside a few, Who did and some of which, You may have even knew. We trained to stand…
Ross de Freitas
20th July 2015
Poetry

Sustain my Faith” (I Pray)

To share thy burden is no more than due When facing Man’s uncaring soul this day Within my heart each step I take anew In silence (tho tis hoped your pain convey) So many times I’ve turned the other cheek Whilst praying for such strength I wouldst implore “Sustain my…
Richard Gildea
7th May 2015
Poetry

Eternal Soldier

Long ago I was a Soldier My country to defend. My heart will be a Soldier's Until this journey's end. Now they call me Veteran For I'm no longer young But I'll remain a Soldier Until my Requiem is sung When those flames consume me And my final journey's made…
Dave Butler
28th March 2014
Poetry

Bound

Where is the Veteran bound Upon that fateful day. When he leaves this wicked place And has finally passed away. It seems there is no answer Be it "up" or even "Down" Why, He'll be in Hell some say Where all the Vet's are found He won't care just what…
Dave Butler
28th March 2014
Poetry

Reposed

In tattered robes didst lie face down in sand A choice one makes with nowhere left to run I’d noticed him when gaining upper hand Now ‘playing possum’ ‘neath the baking sun I gauged his years could all but total ten Whilst posing prone, no movement did I see Yet…
Richard Gildea
19th February 2014
Poetry

DZ Rascal

Deep humming sound doth heighten my fray’d nerves As cold night air comes whooshing o’er one’s form It’s not all fun and games “For tho’s what serves” In fact, initial ‘Rush’ hath proved lukewarm With mouth agape at ‘Hercules’ (Rear door) I take in dark abyss; once clear blue sky…
Richard Gildea
19th February 2014
Poetry

On Detachment

Debris is strewn betwixt the human form No contour lines as known, defined by eye An image burned, some say outside the norm Of what mankind perceives or can rely A fleeting thought may cross one’s mind (unreal) Where sights preclude emotional response Here taste and smell wouldst make a…
Richard Gildea
25th July 2013
Poetry

“Rear Party”

The war is on, the men are gone The women are left to fend their way It is theirs which is the sorry plight and not the heroes far away He's off to fight for "God knows what" She's on her own He's not!
Richard Gildea
16th May 2013