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”
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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…
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”
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”
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”
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 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.
I heard it today…… Beautifully expressed 😌 To life 😊 — Lifeyourway
You’ve but to push your fist through mist and haze to penertrate the clouds. They are an easier mark for the dreamer, than aeroplanes. The man whos’s dead to dreaming lives within a cloud of his own making and so his chance of entering the stratosphere is scant. I close my eyes to dreaming, onlyContinue reading “Breaking And Entering”