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Remembrance Day and the importance of teaching our children the lessons of war and peace. Send your poetry to poetreecreations@yahoo.com

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IRAQ FRIGHTS BACK

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Iraq Fights Back
A hole in the ground
So large and round,
Devours a soldier
Laying him in the ground
To leave no sound
Only echoes around,
Where silence lingers
And the hole gets bigger,
Where the soldier lies
Clutching his trigger
Stillness surrounds,
There is no sound in the ground
There is no-one around
To hear the silent sound.

By Thomas Sims

The Ghost of world war one Hundred Years ago

 

 Kitchener-Britons

 

A young boy stood outside

The recruitment office door

One dark and foggy night,

The door’s swung open

The boy got a terrible fright

A Sergeant stood before him

bellowing with a thunderous voice,

Have you been here before boy?”

But the the boy just stood his ground

And eventually replied,

I’ve come to fight the war sir

I have experience you know,

I fought in world war one”

The Sergeant just laughed and said,

But that was a hundred year’s ago”

Oh no” the boy cried,

When a green mist appeared

It’s a gas attack”

Can you smell the stench

Of the chlorine-gas?”

He shouted out with a panic stricken face,

The Sergeant started to cough and splutter

His eyes became all sore,

The boy said “Don’t you remember

Was it you that sent me off to a war?

It was me that stood at your door,

One hundred years ago

But you must realise that I am just a ghost”

With this the Sargeant shook is head,

Then he remembered the story

Of the farmers boy,

who roamed the streets at night,

Was this his ghost?

Of that boy who lost his life

One dark and foggy night

One hundred years ago

 

Thomas Sims

 

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The first German gas AttacksDate, Thursday 21 April – 25 May 1915….Field Marshal Sir John French, Commander-in-Chief of theBritishArmy, wrote:….At first the French officers assumed that the Germaninfantrywere advancing behind a smokeAfter thefirstGerman chlorinegas attacks

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Remembrance

They stand in rows like soldiers on parade

Those memorial stones in the war cemetery

A poignant of those gallant men

Who died fighting to protect our liberty

Many words have been written about the great war

Words which describe the living hell

Words which should have a profound effect on our thinking

Words which remind us of the brave words who tell

They were fighting for the honour of our country

They were fighting to ensure we stayed free

That is what their sacrifice was made for

That is something that should be etched in our memory

These sacrifices should often be in our thoughts

Not just once a year on Remembrance day

When we watch the veterans march past cenotaph

Paying their tribute as the bands their solemn music play

We should think about those who cherish our traditions

We should think about those who died on a foreign shore

To think about the present and the future of our country

And to ask ourselves if this is what they were fighting for

Ron Martin

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?

by Simon Icke UK

 

Forbidden Love

fofbiden love
Hidden secrets
Secret smiles
Smiles hidden
Truth forbidden
Forbidden love
Love secrets
Secret smiles
Smiles hidden
Hidden secrets
Locked tight
Strongest tension
Strangling tight
Tight emotion
Emotion hidden
Secret smiles
Smiles forbidden
No compromise
Given

Gillian Sims

This poem was recently published in the book THE GREAT BRITISH WRITE OFF

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