Four hundred thousand soldiers slain, were drowned within unholy mud.
Corpses of the now redundant gave their best and got their worst.
Men in boots in July seen.
Images none desire upon the front of magazines.
Their guns were emptied, their lives were spent.
Lived for the moment, only lent.
Brave men all of them young,loyal and true.
Another Belgian battlefield echoed with the failing death.
So sad, boys, nearly men caught their last breath.
Bless the battlefield upon which they fell,relieved of sounds of gunfire, as they left the war raged hell.
Bravery from all sides shown,by young in spirit, never grown.
Guessing with death came freedom, unpleasant release.
My peace is in bits,
My bits are in pieces.
I'm forced,through a colander through dreams what got broke.
I'm choking on a passion which hangs round my neck.
I'm broken and battered,
Life on the whole is doing me in.
I'm fighting a battle
Got not no chance of winning.
There will be no awards for me in this role.
A tumbled disaster I've lost all my goals.
There is monster living under my dress,
My monster is criminal, it's first name is stress.
It affects my being, it affects every function.
Between here and there and then and now.
In my dark space
I'm stuck at the junction.
I so detest it.
Where are you now?
I sit and peer out of the window.
It's getting stormy.
He let go!
Where are you going, my friend?
Are you fighting lightening flashes?
Reverberating to the thunder's beat.
Child, I asked you to hold on to the string tightly.
We stood and watched from the ground as you floated away.
Awesome helium balloon,
Flying wild and free.
I wonder do you have many friends accompanying you as you go dancing through the cloud's cover.
Avoiding beaks of passing birds.
Birds calling out with novel songs.........!
Seeking fortune in the bottom of my tea cup.
From the top lip I sip.
Swillling my brew.
Debating spitting out,
Ooh, I got confused,
Maybe I thought I was wine tasting,
They say Jesus turned water in to wine.
I had tea, so he didn't touch mine.
There were no tea leaves at the base of my cup.
Do you know why that could possibly be?
I drink coffee, rarely tea.
The error of judgement was made me.
Not a tea leaf in sight.
I had a pair of goldfish,
Neither had a soul, maybe they did,
Spiritual fish possibly?
Aimlessly swimming around thei goldfish bowl.
Every day, day in, day out,
Poor flipping creatures,
They never get out!
If they were fed up, never would they shout.
Last week it seems, the golden chap he became deceased!
A glorious funeral was had by he, he had a final journey, travelling out to sea,
Yesterday his cell mate, the black chap had his last day.
He travelled out to see.
Darling sweetest goldfishes, got funerals they both deserved.
Military honour for brave goldfish.
The black one and the gold one too,
A ceremonial flushing by way of household loo.
One hundred deceased goldfish all standing on parade.
Together flowing through the sewer,
Good night sweet fishes,
Enjoy your journeys to the sea,
Escaped eternal confinement, from depths of goldfish tank.
Enjoy the ever after, ride the tide the two of you,
The water in the solent, probably not too blue.
Syria, the land of sin,
Born to die upon sad day.
The cruellest beast.
The devil's way.
Sons and daughters caught in blast.
That day they woke, became their last.
Let this bloody madness end.
A world that man may still depend on.
Save us all before it's gone.