#comradeship
(A fresh poem echoing the weary humour and fatalism of old gunner ballads) “The Gunner’s Road” — after the traditional Gunner’s Lament. By LongJohn, in honour of the traditional Royal Artillery song.
The road was long before us,
and longer still behind,
with the guns trundling steady
like they had a mind of their own.
We cursed the mud,
laughed at the rain,
and shared what little warmth
a battered flask could offer.
But when the order came,
we stood to —
no grumbling then,
just the quiet pride
of men who knew their craft.
And though the world forgets
the ones who walked that endless road,
we remember each other.
That’s enough.
Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 6:02 AM UTC
If we pray from the deeps of heart
Prayers reach straight to God,
Whatever we know and practise
It is due the benevolence of the God.
As I reach the park early morning
Four friends daily greet me,
Not a single day passes by
So punctual are they to meet me.
They know to which side I shall go
They lead me to my fixed post,
Keep looking back at me
If I am coming or somewhere lost.
Before I do they grab my bench
Where I exercise and relax,
As I scold them to leave
They get down, cling to my legs.
They are four legged friends
Better than the two legged,
So humble, loving and caring
Who wait for the two legged?
Om Shanti Om Shanti Om Shanti
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 8:27 PM UTC
An innocent child taught to share.
Taught to know that the relationship;
the journey to share knowledge, love, ideas
and our difference is key.
An educated adult never forgets the child's lesson.
But fear drives self-protection, materialism and pride.
To share what divides us is to plant the seeds of learning.
Comradeship grows from understanding,
and acknowledgement of those differences.
Build a fence. Build a wall.
Create the divide and create the perfect,
repugnant bigot's nursery.
Destroy the very values one thinks will be protected.
Fail to share as only a child learns and build humanity's failure.
Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 1:50 PM UTC