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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
Poetry

All Dried Out

In truth no tears have I still left to weep Didst fall as comrades dreams, where e’er they lie Now darkness reigns to haunt and sometimes creep As tortured mind replays o’er times passed by Recounting names and ghostly forms, their due Lest we forget the sacrifices made Through we…
Richard Gildea
4th May 2013
Poetry

“FUTURE PAST”

Winters day as dusk paints the sky; Children chase the ball, eyes adjusting to the light Shouts of friendship fill the air! Down along the path to sadness, heartache and sorrow Spread abreast across the field, senses heightened nerves wound taut. Rush of air, lifted from the ground arching as…
Richard Gildea
7th January 2013
Poetry

Sorrow’s Place

He understands not just I alone, the need to go back, the need to go now Darkness blankets the sky as I make my way out through the sandbagged wall Crawling on the cold dank ground, cat like in movement Thoughts are hindered by constraints of time Straining every nerve…
Richard Gildea
7th January 2013
Poetry

No Comparison

Within an oft’ times troubled mind doth dwell Debilitating images on cue ‘Though buried deep, unable to repel When prompted by recall, will then ensue As passing years have wearied memory Of happy times enjoyed before the dawn Clear haunting thoughts still cease to let me be In solitude I…
Richard Gildea
6th November 2012
Poetry

Heavy Weighs My Bergen

Make the ridge as deadly night disrobes its covered cloak Before revealing of ourselves, as fearsome fighting sight We’ve tabbed for miles on bleak terrain with Bergen as our yoke Through hours of dank filled darkness fading now into the light Such load we bear in equal share, we’ve hauled…
Richard Gildea
30th September 2012
Poetry

Clean Sweep

Step gently when your life’s on line Beware such earth unspoiled It may be nought or deadly mine Where enemy has toiled Make hovered sweeps by arc of hand Then prod thy dibber true Such things unearthed beneath the sand Could be the death of you Clear a route ahead…
Richard Gildea
15th August 2012
Poetry

“Weigh the Anchor Chains”

Woe is me, this day of one before the morrow brings When history no longer mocks eternity for what shall be Where living of all life as known, perchance no longer sings Hath future ceased creating of existence where I’m truly free Weigh the anchor chains I wear crisscrossed upon…
Richard Gildea
23rd July 2012
Poetry

A Small Lump of Clay

Creation forms upon the table A heart beats not, within the clay Lord guide my hands, so I am able To give this piece some life today Clogging up my finger nails A fleeting image doth appear A foot, a hand and fingers frail A head that only has one…
Richard Gildea
23rd July 2012
Poetry

Reflections of Mary

I cradle in my blood stained arms, a life no more as was Through tear filled eyes above the heaven's chorus weeps as one This heart is torn asunder; as my mind is warped through pain The cold dank earth beneath my feet, as in an Altar formed Once more…
Richard Gildea
19th July 2012