In contrast to quiet serenity
Each time a funeral cortege
Passes from RAF Lyneham
This Mothers Day
Heard engines roar and
Saw the largest ever band
Of bikers altogether
In that one High Street
There to honour
Our Afghanistan fallen
I slew you;
yout life it withdrew.
I own you,
to intone and eschew
all that you do.
I trapped your mind
in a picture I drew
Poetry Swings and Stones By Christy Hall
And if I could go back, if you'd take me I'd go,
back to the parks and fields of our youth.
I can still smell the sickly aroma of rubber-bits
heating up in the afternoon sun,
the recently cut grass, the cheap aftershave
and girlish scents, splashed to impress each other Read more...
Poetry - Save Us By Simon Icke
Save the planet from pollution.
Does anyone have the solution?
Save your soul and find redemption,
Lord deliver us from temptation.
Save our world from the bomb,
Who else has the atom?
Poetry - The Bird That Sings Until The Sun Goes Down By Jim Higo
Unperturbed by traffic nearby, unmoved by lightening in the sky,
No tear filled eye, or fearful frown,
For the bird that sings until the sun goes down.
A soothing song as children wept, vivacious verse as salmon leapt,
No need for sceptre, or jewelled crown Read more...
Poetry - Tshirts, Trainers and Jeans By Dayne Coyne
It's the start of the holidays
We're looking great in our teens
All heading off to the disco place
T-shirts, trainers and jeans
Oh well, Oh well
Tonight's the night that I might discover
Just what all of it means
Poetry - If I By Mark Walmsley
If I where a fish
I could swim away
If I where a dog
By the fire I'd lay
If I where a ship
Into horizons I'd sail
If I where a letter
Poetry - Paranoia By Terry Ireland
Haydn Aidan and Monica Reith
Made a pact to share false teeth
It saved arguing whose was whose
They did the same with pants and shoes
One lived by night and one by day
They made the change in a passageway Read more...
Poetry - Nature and War By David Delaney
Soft morning sun shines through moist droplets clear
now radiating coloured prisms bright.
The almost silent brook is trickling near
as Autumn leaves float to the ground so light.
While pristine beauty now is all abound,
though some short years ago this was not so.
There were no flowers growing from the ground Read more...
Poetry - Still Life By Terry Ireland
Two women at a table
As though divided by a wall;
Although one of them is speaking
There's no communication at all.
She speaks of the thirty years
Of her late son's passed life;
The other thinks of just five years
As first his lover and then his wife.
Poetry - My Microphone My Rules By Ruth Dixon
My Microphone, my rules
They be the fools
Who think otherwise
Who fixate their piercing eyes on me
Expect me to enunciate, antici ...
Pate exactly how they think it should be. Read more...
Poetry - My T.V Guide By Jody McKenna
If I managed productions
Of T.V in the day,
I'd change the title Loose Women
To Feminists in Pain. Pop Idol to Cheese on Toast
And Emmerdale to Drone Big Brother intoRead more...
Poetry That Fucking Cockerel By Catherine Scott
I'm going to kill that fucking cockerel if he wakes me up again
Every summer morning he's up at 4.00 a.m.
He's done this to me too many times when I'm relaxed and sleeping sound
So I'm sure you understand that of his flesh I want my pound
That cockerel's gonna DIE! Read more...
Poetry - When I'm Feeling Low By Laurenceaux.
When I've had a bad day,
or I'm feeling low;
or the world's overpowering
and I've no place to go;
and if I'm in a bad mood
and cross with myself,
and feel left on the shelf;
Poetry - Sammy's Point By Brian Hodgins
On the north bank of the Humber,
At a place called Sammy's Point,
The breakers torch began to burn,
What had made this city great?
The finest ships that ever sailed,
Manned by the finest men,
They knew no fear, tho' death was near, Read more...