My spirit meets my body when I pick up this pen. Does truth always win or should I go again? The beat goes on, as I watch the man in the Union Jack sing. I picture Nietzsche dancing and dream I am a King. It’s once again just me and you. So this poem I’llContinue reading “Dead In The Water”
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Long Grass
She is the wind in the long grass in which I hide, blowing me free.
As The Night Sets In
With balloons and union flags lets meet. We’ll sing and dance in the street. But tonight, let me see and hear you. One knee still on the floor. He, like him, are not with us anymore. My girl, I have not left you behind. I’m waiting for you to overtake me. The battle is inContinue reading “As The Night Sets In”
The feast of St, George
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Never to recant his faith in the Lord. Advanced, gifted with the sword. Soldier of the Christ. Fought courageously in belief. compelled evil to hell as angels roared in raw relief. Onwards to the realm. Converging from afar with Godly squall and brush of helm. Under his pennon they…
Free Speech
Sit or stand. But lets talk freely, find out what we think. Stamping our position in the world. It’s the antidote we drink. Listen learn, then them you can teach. Utter what you believe. Even if foolish in your speech. Swallow your errors let me criticise. You will move forward. We learn nothing in ourContinue reading “Free Speech”
War In Europe
The Bear invades. Too much has he ate? Addressed them so harrowing, times of Catherine the Great. Our enemies emboldened, troops out of the Ghan. The dragon flys with the double-headed eagle, next Tawain? Appeasments since. Does the west miss Agent Orange? Did Sleepy have an idea? No atlantic treaty not enough the Crimea. It’sContinue reading “War In Europe”
Viking Tranmere
In a long boat down the Mersey with his hand on his sword. Ingimund saw crane birds on the sandbanks. He’s blessed by the Lord. On this holy peninsula where faith breeds light and strength, We’ve a Viking spirit we keep the rest at arms length. With sword, axe, and spear Wirral Norsemen, will assembleContinue reading “Viking Tranmere”
Derry Walls
Then fight and don’t surrender But come when duty calls, With heart and hand and sword and shield We’ll guard old Derry’s walls.
She
She was dressed to impress. Unknowing I was watching she flicked her hair, as if to psych herself up. She entered the building tall. I wish her much luck.
To life 😊 — Lifeyourway
I heard it today…… Beautifully expressed 😌 To life 😊 — Lifeyourway
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