The trenches...... The mud grips your boots and here you will stand, the voice has gone with the nausea. He stood not proud, not with courage but cemented in trembling fear, wet from the sweat and the downpour of freezing sobs from the sky of a thousand men in battle. Hands cup the ears but the... Sign in to see full entry.
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Tuesday, October 28, 2014
It is great to see my poems spider and fly in a printed book. Now I can pass it down to my kids. Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, October 16, 2014
little boy punch the power of pursuasion to sever this liason we sat by the riverside and viewed the gold shiney and full of ambition cupped in our hands storied unfold of many years passed washed away in circumstance then brought to the surface caught were you in a whirlwind of time no contact... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
Ego, she go, we go, where? someone caught but can't see where disagree when say agree its not like that it cannot be ego, she go, we go where late night call beware beware! Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, September 26, 2014
Playing around with Blurb, 66 pages of poetry, one poem who would be daft enough to read it Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
Another oldie. THE ANSWER IS DON,T HESITATE AT DOOR OR PATH AND GARDEN GATE FOR OUT THERE LIES WHAT´S DRAWING YOU TO WARM YOUR HANDS AND TOOTSIES THROUGH, MAKE NO MISTAKE YOU ARE CLEAR IN THIS TO CRAWL AWAY FROM LIFE´S ABYSS TO LIFT YOUR CHIN AND ENTER IN TO HEAR MY VOICE SAY COME ON IN THE ANSWER... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, September 21, 2014
timeless journey LOSS has been part of my journey. It has followed my footsteps, when I rest at the side of the road I can understand, it has taught me what is truly precious- The greatest journey is the distance between two people to bring that together takes courage and strength. at the completion... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, September 18, 2014
be my friend and I will show you how to skim pebbles on the water be my friend or I will spit on the sand and kick you. Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
Harry, where is your brother? William. My father shouted at me. What are you doing inside boy, go and find your brother. Outside our house in Hannover street my brother William stood talking to a bunch of boys. Dad says I have to play with you. William pushed me back through the gate. Harry go and... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, September 15, 2014
1890 Hmm I so love the smell of the sea. My mum is pulling me along the footpath by the beach and telling me to stop dragging my heels. But I need to breathe. Stop puffing Harry stop your dawdling she is saying. Mum wants to get back home. And she is so mad. Always mad at Me for running off. My... Sign in to see full entry.