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War Poetry – The Brutal Game

letter army

I’m sitting here now
Trying to put pen to paper
Trying to write something
That you can relate too
 
It’s hard to relate
To my personal circumstances
I’m out here in Afghanistan now
Taking my chances
 
Read what you read
And say what you say
You wont understand it
Until you’ve lived it day by day
 
Poverty-stricken people
With medieval ways
Will take you life without a thought
And now we’re all the same
Each playing our part in this brutal game

Alex Cockers was born in April 1985. He was a Royal Marines Commando from 2005-2009 and served on Operation Herrick five and seven in Helmand province for a total of fourteen months. 

How he came to write his poems. He explains, “During my fourteen months in Afghanistan, I had many feelings and thoughts that I was unable to share with anyone.  Under the stars; in the desert, rhymes would manifest in my head.  I would write them down, construct them into poems and somehow I felt better for getting it off my chest.”

Alex Cockersl,
2010

Jabberwocky BY LEWIS CARROLL -YOUR FAVOURITE POEM

JAB

Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
      And the mome raths outgrabe.
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
      The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
      The frumious Bandersnatch!”
He took his vorpal sword in hand;
      Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
      And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
      The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
      And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
      The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
      He went galumphing back.
“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
      Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
      He chortled in his joy.
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
      Did gyre and gi.mble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
      And the mome raths outgrabe
YOUR FAVOURITE POEM SENT IN BY YOU WHAT’S YOUR’S

Truth – Promote Yourself

fear

Who to forgive?
How many times?
Seven?
Seventy times seven
And yourself?

Stand and face your fear?

Stand and act
In face of your fear
Shake it out
Name it
Shame it
Dust and ashes

Throw it out
Replace it

With laughter

And bake some bread
And share that.

cheryl bhagwandin

An Invitation – Promote Yourself

invite

 

Where are you in your life, now?

 

Looking, searching, seeking

you appear to be everywhere

but here;

wanting, trying, striving

you long to be anyone

but you.

 

What if,

for all your hard work,

you are missing a trick?

What if there’s an easier way,

One that is

infinitely more rewarding?

 

Life never stops inviting you

to at least look this way,

if only to find where you are

is where you’ve always wanted to be,

and who you are is

all you’ve ever dreamt of being.

 

What if,

by chance,

this was one such invitation?

Rather than dismiss, discard, delay,

what better time to accept

than Now?

http://gowithingowithout.com/

One Love Always,

Jason Graham.

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