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Lest We Forget


Have we forgotten their ultimate sacrifice?
Of these men and women who died in their millions?
Brave and true, without question,
proud to be British, not ashamed to be Christian.

So many years have passed,
it seems our memory doesn’t last.
Forgetting these courageous people, to our shame.
Why can’t we remember their names?

How short is our memory?
That we have forgotten them already?
Died in their millions fighting for our freedom,
believing in our free democratic ideology. 

What does it take to wake up this country,
to rise once again from its complacency?
How much more do we take, before we decide to fight,
for our beliefs, our traditions and our liberty?

Armed Forces Day in the UK 
Lest We Forget
by Simon Icke UK


War has no winners


When will man ever learn?
What wisdom needed to discern?
No killing is above the law,
No winners in any war.
‘We won’t put up with their threats,
We’ll kill the enemy with our jets,
Top brass to control the press,
Tell the truth more or less.’
‘Collateral Damage’ is what they call it;
Don’t like to say what caused it.
Innocent people blown to pieces,
Don’t mention this in press releases.
It seems we never learn from history,
Finding a peaceful solution still a mystery.
We live the lie of “war and glory”.
War has no winners, is the truthful story.

by Simon Icke UK




The battle flag snapped and swung up to fly in the wind

Above the post on the hill that even God had forgotten about back then

Rifles swung up and pointed out and down across the clearing

Searing rounds were sent out for the human shearing

A burst returned ripped holes in the flag that flew in the wind

Blood and mud spattered, its fabric so worn and so thin

That flew above boys that day sudden turned into men

It snapped and swung up to fly in the wind

Above the post on the hill that no one, not even God knew about back then. 

 Copyright 2013 Gordon Kuhn
All Rights Reserved
kind regards

Wounded warrior


Wounded warrior, praised as hero, embraced in glory,
Time becomes your greatest enemy,
Too soon forgotten; too soon left to begin again.
We who honor you today cannot let you fade away.
Fleeting accolades cannot replace continuous support,
As you begin–again.

Wendy Shreve

Remember The Fallen



He was paid to accept the sovereigns shilling

Knowing exactly what it was for

He had volunteered to join the army

And knew that he would be sent to war

Like many other young men of his day

He knew exactly what he would be expected to do

To risk his life in war on foreign fields

To defend the homeland for me and you

He was prepared to lay down his life

To ensure the the price of freedom was paid

And that is something that we should remember

When the poppies on the Cenotaph are laid

For when we gather to remember the glorious dead

Each year on the second Sunday of November

That our freedom is their everlasting legacy

It is something that we should always remember

Ron Martin

Death, the gray mocker

All the Time of a Perfect Day


The Good Spark


balance and unity

passion filled love

peace from honesty

truth from above

the stillness inside

the serene presence

the total compliance to love


love filled

agreement to self

aligned with spirit

where happiness dwells

forgetting worry

developing sense

seeing the truth

soul recompensed

the spark of the spirit

connected within

true identity



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The Steam engine

I remember the Steam engine

Thrashing out the wheat,

steamroller working

Laying out our street.

The Steam Trains,

Bellowing out their smoke.

Watching from the bridge,

Trains passing made me choke.

Steam boats on the river,

Chugging up and down,

Children smiling faces,

As they raced around.

Days spent by the embankment,

Paddling in the pool,

Children eating ice cream

Trying to keep them cool.

Trams clanking too and fro

Memories from the past

All these things I remember,

The years have gone so fast

Memories of Nottingham

Flowers that bloom in May

Memories I will treasure

Until my dying day

By Malcolm Bradshaw

9th Competition

For our own good

It is not out of naivety

Neither cowardice nor bravery

It is simply a matter of spontaneity

That I make my way to reach harmony

Through courtesy and behaving genteelly


So don’t think you are wiser

Superior or even smarter

It is simply I want to go further

And help you refine your behaviour

To make our coexistence better 


I tightly hug friendship

Though you regenerate hatred and hardship

And do your best to spoil my life trip

Beware! Life won’t give you a tip

Only bitterness is what you will sip


I believe in peace

Despite your malice

That feeds your own caprice

Beware! Greed will make you obese

And then you will sorely belch every piece


I believe in tolerance

Despite your arrogance

That feeds your foolishness and ignorance

Beware! Respect, demureness, love and patience

Are not my weaknesses but my weapons


My friend, your tendency to despise

Won’t take you any further or stop sunrise

Please open your heart and eyes

And with others you should harmonize

Winning people’s love is the best prize


© Chaouki M’kaddem

July 8th, 2012

Iron Horse

RAF to kick-off the Armed Force Day celebrations

RAF Families Federation

RED ARROWSThe Red Arrows will lead the display of military aircraft past and present in the skies over Nottingham on 29 Jun 13 for Armed Forces Day. Performing in their… More information. If you are using a MOBILE DEVICE please use this link

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A narrow fellow in the grass – Your favourite poem


A narrow fellow in the grass
Occasionally rides;
You may have met him,–did you not,
His notice sudden is.

The grass divides as with a comb,
A spotted shaft is seen;
And then it closes at your feet
And opens further on.

He likes a boggy acre,
A floor too cool for corn.
Yet when a child, and barefoot,
I more than once, at morn,

Have passed, I thought, a whip-lash
Unbraiding in the sun,–
When, stooping to secure it,
It wrinkled, and was gone.

Several of nature’s people
I know, and they know me;
I feel for them a transport
Of cordiality;

But never met this fellow,
Attended or alone,
Without a tighter breathing,
And zero at the bone.
Emily Dickinson

Happy Fathers Day


1928 – 2011

I know you are no longer with us

There are things I wish to say

I never expressed my feeling

On this your special day

Is it to late to voice my love?

Of things I wished I’d said

Will you hear my plea?

Now that you are dead

I feel it’s very difficult

I don’t know where to start

For tears fall like a waterfall

As I suffer from a broken heart

My child I know your feelings

Theirs nothing for you to feel sad

You will now know the love

For you your Father had

Your Father is happy

He knows your words were few

For now you have a family

Who are very proud of you?

So when your family give you a card

Read the words on display

Know that verse is filled with love

To wish you happy Fathers Day

Malcolm G Bradshaw

Happy Father’s Day




My Dad is very special

He is my Father and my friend

These are a few words of love

To you Dad I wish to send


When we were growing up

I remember you were always there

You were the provider and strength

A Fathers love you would always share


As I grew older in my years

My love for you grew stronger

But alas time took its toll

As with me you are no longer


I will never forget your caring

For me you were always there

You taught me all about life

How important it was to share


Dad I try to live by your standards

On this special day I fear

All the memories come flooding back

On my own I wipe away a tear


If you have received my thoughts

From my heart I’d like to say

On this very special occasion

I wish you a very happy Fathers Day



Malcolm G Bradshaw

To my Daddy


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