Category Archives: Poignant poems

We fought them on the beachestheir guns did surely reach us how we destroyed them in the airstopped them bombing without a care we chased their glory on the seathere was no mind to let it flee shells and fire, sank with all its menwatery grave, not seen again finally, victory is mine and yourstheContinue reading “We Fought Them on the Beaches”

Brother can you spare some change food for a weary man, maybe a drink I’m so hungry I’m quite ill I’ve not eaten for three days, I think. Thank you, kind sir, you really are for I’ve travelled many miles and towns I’ve really come quite far you see most people stare and tut andContinue reading “The Vagrant”

It sails on the morning breezegoes through the bushes and trees touches the hedge rows and fieldsIt catches you if you kneel you can stand up if you wantYou can be small, like an ant you can climb ladder or stairit will get you anywhere or go way down belowin the cellar you know orContinue reading “The Poison”

Politicians create a bloody warthe enemy is knocking at our doorsending soldiers to fight and spill their bloodthose that love peace and life and all that’s good. Their blood and much more will ebb awayand stain the carpet of white sand todaythe leaders make the rules to stand and fightbut they are safely home inContinue reading “Politicians Of War”

Good people leave in hordes their troubled landbehind their homes and life built from the sanda vengeful war is raging, death is rifethe killers have no care for human life. A place that once belonged to family farehusband with wife, child played without a carea gift from God for everyone to dwellevil has turned itContinue reading “The Exodus”

Scorpions fly across the sky A deathly sting in their tales how many left to bury the dead? the fire rains down like hail. The scorched earth is missing life a barren land like desert formed survivors in pockets for a while get ready now, this is the norm. We had our choice, saw theContinue reading “Scorched Earth”

Someone told me there is no hell I said there is, They just said, …oh well! They’ve never seen a shanty town and all the faces-mostly frowns nor have they seen the poverty and despair and their tin shacks and vacant glare. The children have no toys or games they don’t go dancing in theContinue reading “Oh Well”