They heard the whistle,
necked their ration of ***
put away photographs, letters and bibles
and wished good luck,
then over the top the lads went
They heard the deafening rat a tat tat of the machine guns,
the shells exploding
and saw their friends knees bend and fall
Onwards they ploughed
towards that deathly sound
Heart hammering,
Keep going son, move
Many also died , bloodied in the wire,
They had gained a hundred yards
and thought that posters
in the towns never showed this
with Come lads slip across and help
and Hold up your end
and Kitchener's famous point
What had they said?
Be over by Christmas
No ****** way
The toffs comfortable in their billets
had sent them all to die, forgotten, cannon fodder
that's all and
God has his slippers on an all
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 2:02 PM UTC
You can die from their tears
I check the board to find out
who has passed away the previous night
and then don my personal protective equipment
Everything has been rigorously sterilised
I have forty five minutes to treat and care
as we sometimes collapse from heat exhaustion
I care for the weakest
first those who cannot move from their blood
**** and *****
They look at me with such pleading sorrowful eyes
babies, children, adults, , some have the courage to smile
I smile back with my eyes
Care is compressing and feeding
to keep up their strength
They must fight this devastating disease alone
I disrobe and painfully flick my elastic band
every time I touch my face
We sterilise and sterilise but you can never be sure
Rarely there is a ray of sunshine
I have been singing and dancing with little Kaita for days
behind the yellow fence
and now she is free to go home
We celebrate any little victories to carry on
Dear God, I beg you, please make terrifying Ebola gone
This poem is a tribute to those with Ebola and the thousands of workers who help them. In January cases are set to rise to a staggeringly sad 1.4 million.
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 10:55 AM UTC
I was snorkeling in the Galapagos
surrounded by diving *******
when some fun friendly angels
visited, they had flippers not wings
and flapped and glided
streamlined through the ocean
on their backs, sides and fronts
They were curious
about me, this goggled wide-eyed beast
and would come so close
I could see their bright eyes and whiskers
I thought they would collide
but at the last second they would downwards swoop
I was in heaven at this communion
Suddenly I saw from the corner of my eye
a massive grey giant crash into the water
I front crawled away like a man possessed
The bull was probably jealous of my dalliance
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 1:38 PM UTC
Would you swap all your poems
for those of the finest poet in the land?
Never, because in your eyes
your work wins every prize
because they are you
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 11:07 AM UTC
Why do biopics
have to dramatise and
sensationalise?
What is wrong with the unvarnished truth
Do they think that our brains can't handle it?
Harry Houdini the famous escapologist
never hated his father
met Rasputin and never was a spy
He did escape whilst tied to a cannon
with it's fuse lit
and don't ask people to punch
you in the stomach
because that is how he died
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 5:30 PM UTC
I'm feeling black
I'm feeling blue
I'm angry at the world
and it's colouring everything I do
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 3:03 PM UTC
Maybe you go insane
when you've taken too much
too many insults, knock backs,
let downs
Maybe there's a big button
in your brain
that says emergency emergency
going gaga
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 2:03 PM UTC
I hate them, they’re everywhere
with their painted on smiles
Behind your back,
they probably stab and despise
knowing how to stir up hate and lies
Apparently they make good bosses
but if you know one, avoid, cut your losses
They have no conscience or empathy,
their emotions are pantomimed not real
Remember, they don’t have to make
a bloodbath
to be a psychopath
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 8:46 PM UTC
I've got the bare necessities
the simple bare necessities
Forgotten about my worries and my wife
I've got the bare necessities
the simple bare necessities
just strolling and swinging along with ease
enjoying the gentle sea breeze
I've got the bare necessities
the simple bare necessities
I know that life can be a tease
and sometimes brings you to your knees
but you know
just have faith and keep going
and see those troubles flee
and enjoy the naked truth
You can pull through
cos you've got the bare necessities
the bare necessities of life
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 6:48 AM UTC
That dullard Percival Crane
he's boring into my brain
he's talking train
timetables and grain
sizes and portfolios
and shares
**** he's assaulting my ears
Next time when I spy his magnified eyes
I'll say, see you Percy, my how time flies
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 11:40 AM UTC