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Free man heroic family title
A story written light years before he was conceived
A man of his word He stands by his wife
And through pain came the light this man received
He grieved
He grieved for his boy
His beautiful Son named worthy of praise
His troubled son so handsome
Once a child so pure
He suffers no more
Besides him God like lady Joan
Together they mourn
...Saturday 9th September 2023 12:04 pm
The saga of Abdissa Aga
Suspected of attack
On fascist Graziani
He was in house arrest
As the case was with
Suspects the rest.
A prisoner of war
Then via Somalia
He was sent to Rome
Found a black lion
If left at home.
Together with
A prison inmate
From Yugoslavia
Called Julio
He made a rope
Out of a blanket
The reason
To descend down
And escape
From a tower prison.
In a show of contempt
...
Saturday 12th September 2020 5:21 am
Tank Man
Tank Man
Here is a tank
Rumbling across a vast expanse
A square
Here is a man
White shirt
Black trousers
A shopping bag in each hand
He steps before the tank
Raises his hand
Palm out
Stop!
And the tank stops
Manoeuvres
The man alters his position
Manoeuvres
The man climbs onto the tank
Talks to those in the tank
He...
Saturday 9th May 2020 3:38 pm
A Heroes Hero
Turn not a blind eye
to the homeless heroes
among us.
Give a voice to the
desperate and downtrodden.
Acknowledge their somber silence,
lend a helping hand.
Stand up, be counted.
It’s about more than solos
in the end.
Saturday 28th March 2020 4:57 am
The Keeper
The Keeper
Unlike many in his position
He was never the last to be picked
Because he was one of the best
Not for him the fast quick feet
Or the well timed volley
Or the crunching tackle
Safe hands
That night
In the cold
With his team mates
Where bravery
was an afterthought
It was his greatest save
Not a shot from the edge of the area
Not ...
Tuesday 18th February 2020 1:05 am
The Brink of Time
Long ago and far away
Are the worlds of yesterday.
We stand upon the brink of time
Where shadows rule and blind leads blind.
Nations quake, the seas they rage,
What help now our yesterdays.
Cosy dreams and pageant's show
Since far away and long ago
Have brought us to the brink of time
Where clown and prince play pantomime.
We cheer, we boo, we clap our hands,
...
Tuesday 18th June 2019 5:41 pm
"Diana Prince Forever!"
Snob!
That's what my parents always called me with a smirk
But I wasn't
I was just different
The highlight of my week wasn't watching Knight Rider like the other boys
It was Wonder Woman
Imagining myself wearing her gold tiara and bracelets
Her lasso of truth
Spinning round and saving the world
Then going back to being normal Diana Prince
My older brother bought me Action Man
And ...
Thursday 30th November 2017 3:54 am
Fingernails
My hands are patterned by ambitions,
these lines on my skin are wishes,
palms marked like the sky after a shooting star
and shining when they interlace with your fingers,
your skin's wrinkles and crinkles.
The crevices of our skin do not match or meet
the way coloured paths on a map synchronise and intercross,
reaching destinations.
We are separate pieces of meat
but
...
Monday 31st July 2017 2:40 pm
You're My Man
O! Tell me again my teacher
hungrily, I listen to your story
ravenous, by candlelight
call it out in a sooty street
Make your incisions with deep insight
the surgeon stillness of those deft hands
wisdoms draped in laurel leaves
infinite movement, sweet inertia
Shower me, my master
my naivety gladly surrenders
in the wake of your delivery
O Len, sing for me
some story I can dismant...
Sunday 13th November 2016 12:21 am
Honourable
Honourable
If you wrote his speeches
If you contributed to the farce
If you drove him here and there
If you kissed his arse
If you supplied his porcine pleasure
If you shone his shoes
If you offered him your soul
If all your reds were blues
If you served his table
If you served his drink
If you closed your mind
If you tried hard not to think
If you sorte...
Tuesday 2nd August 2016 8:33 pm
The Bayonet In The Shed
The Bayonet In The Shed
He put it there in forty nine,
in a woodworm riddled drawer,
wrapped it in a greasy rag.
A remnant from the war.
On top of it he laid his medals,
nothing more was said
until the day my father
took the bayonet from the shed.
We had pestered many times
and he had said ‘perhaps’
when we asked him if he’d killed
any Krauts or any Ja...
Monday 16th May 2016 12:24 pm
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Sunday 23rd December 2012 1:48 am
GOLDEN BOY - a memory of schooldays hero-worship
O sun tanned youth
Who fired my heart,
Never meant to meet or part,
How many times you'd pass me by,
And leave me wishing I could die.
O brown faced lad
Were you aware
Of this admirer's silent stare?
Were there times when you were near
To saying something I might hear?
O golden boy
Now old like me,
Do you perhaps look back and see
...
Thursday 14th June 2012 4:26 pm
He is My Hero
En elderly lady is in the police station
For the identification.
The one on the left is a deft.He wrung my hands
And gave commands
To the one on the right.
I couldn’t fight.
He kept my legs apart meaning…
Something dirty to start.
But…that one in the middle…
Sorry for my giggle …
Was like a beautiful fiddle.
He was the finest fellow.
...Monday 12th December 2011 9:11 pm
TWO SIDES OF A COIN
Heroism has always intrigued me. But I often wonder whether it is but "one side of the coin".
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Hero and coward,
Two sides of a coin;
How hard you may look,
You won't see the join.
A flick of the fingers -
The hero's in...
Monday 14th November 2011 4:03 pm
Hero
Once-upon-a-time, a barman worshipped the Sun.
Worked nights so didn’t see much of it
but in his head he’d got stories of
the Fire God supreme,
Blaze Lord,
vanquishing monsters who'd eat out your dreams.
He called the Sun ‘Hero’,
believed it had six pairs of arms,
giant wings of flame
and the handsomest nose in the galaxy.
Made moons blush
and g...
Friday 17th December 2010 1:38 pm
IDOL
Not much rain that month they say - May of nineteen-forty-six;
the ache of war, still in the bones, where Cregagh boys kicked tries
down at Malone and dodged the sixes from the next-door cricket pitch.
Wednesday, the twenty-second, an ordinary Belfast day,
but some alignment of the spheres, some sorcery, conspiracy of Gods,
some fate; a child was born, a boy, blue eyed, da...Wednesday 8th April 2009 1:28 am
Punk's not Dead!!
Punk's Not Dead!
Times were hard
it's 1976,
Labour's Britain
smashed to bits,
what no jobs?
my hopes are sunk,
I know mum
I'll become a punk!
Hippies are out
we need something new,
garagebands
and sniffin' glue,
no Elvis, Beatles
or the Rolling Stones,
so long boys
here's the Ramones!
One, two, three, four
...
Friday 18th April 2008 8:56 am
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