RSS Feed

Daily Archives: November 27, 2012

fe-domestic-appliance                                                                                                                                         26th. November 2012

I wrote this poem last week after seeing an item on the local news about a soldier who committed suicide. He saw a young girl step onto an I.D.E. whilst carrying her baby brother. The little girl died in his arms. Some months later, suffering from P.T.S.D. he was told by the Army to ” Man Up “. That was two months before his death.
As you can imagine I was inspired to write my poem and it came out very quick and raw. Reading it through I can see that it might upset some people but it was not written to shock only to show that everyone has feelings and sensitivities.
Even the battle-hardened serviceman can be affected by the brutality of war and the terrible things he sees can live with him for ever.
 
AN UPTURNED CHAIR
 
Man up soldier
Don’t you cry
Because you saw 
A baby die
 
Man up soldier
Don’t you moan
Time to show that
You have grown
 
Man up soldier
Yes it’s rough 
Show your buddies
That you’re tough
 
A child stepped on
An I.E.D.
So innocent, she
Did not see
 
You cradled her
And watched her die
And all you do 
Is whinge and cry
 
Now man up soldier
Hear what I say
Leave it here
Just walk away
 
Not long ago
They found him where
He hung above
An upturned chair
 
Don Holmes

A gun or knife for a life

 

 

Mums bubbles burst, A brother or sister lay in bed

A hospital bed within 24 hours they are dead

Because someone’s used a gun or a knife,

A young person lays dead

The government just sit and watch

The toll keeps rising another young kids dead,

“Bring back hanging” an MP said an eye for eye

Before all the young kids are dead,

They have burst my mums bubble

A brother or sister lay in bed

A hospital bed within 24 hours, they are dead

Because someone’s used a gun or knife

And taken yet another kid’s life

by

Thomas Sims

A winters night by Dan Fry

Blow, blow, thou winter wind – your favourite poem

Blow, blow, thou winter wind 
Thou art not so unkind 
As man’s ingratitude; 
Thy tooth is not so keen, 
Because thou art not seen, 
Although thy breath be rude. 

Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly: 
Most freindship if feigning, most loving mere folly: 
Then heigh-ho, the holly! 
This life is most jolly. 

Freeze, freeze thou bitter sky, 
That does not bite so nigh 
As benefits forgot: 
Though thou the waters warp, 
Thy sting is not so sharp 
As a friend remembered not. 
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly: 
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: 
Then heigh-ho, the holly! 
This life is most jolly. 

William Shakespeare
%d bloggers like this: