I remember how you gave your heart
Wrapped up in a kiss and a sigh
You loved me with your passion
Did I really, really try!

I think I did, I think I did.

And yet your love, amazing love
It never ever waned
You always gave me all your heart
And I never saw your pain.

I was always looking the other way.

I could never bear my company
But I find myself alone
With guilt that I cannot forgive
For sins I can’t atone.

I will go unredeemed unto death.


OUR LOVE – A sonnet

A Pink Rose

Just the faintest touch of sunshine
And another day began
Twenty-four beautiful hours that make
A day-long wondrous span
With seven of these together
A week is made each time
The weeks will then turn into months
Each twelve will make a year
And in every one of those with you
I hope my love was clear
For the rising every morning
Would be nothing if you weren’t there
I’m so happy that you found me
And we’ve had such love to share.




Blue Tit

Oh to wander down country lanes
Where ‘shank’s pony’ is the mode
By which one travels from end to end
Beating off the open road.

Willow-herb and cow parsley
Grow tall against the hedge
Where dandelions behave like kings
Growing wild among the sedge.

A toad pops out and then pops back
To long grass where he’s hidden
Where birds will sing a merry song
And ducklings scurry when bidden.

For these few hours you forget the world
And you feel at peace with yourself
But the lure back to your reality
Gets this dream returned to the shelf.


1914 – From Aldershot to Braille

injured soldiers 1914

He was sent to Aldershot for training
He would learn how to kill or be killed
The training was all done with broomsticks
When he thought back it made his blood chill.

His unit was sent down to Portsmouth
To board a ship and go over there
It was packed to the gunwales with weapons
And the rations left no room to spare.

He practiced with his rifle on the journey
Like others who’d not held one before
He’d no sense of the horror he’d be facing
Nor the violence he’d always abhorred.

It was such a small piece of shrapnel
Caught both eyes as a shell case shattered
He never saw his two boys as they grew into men
Missing out on so much that had mattered.

His wife who he loved always helped him
And a life with new interests grew
He learnt how to read the braille papers
It pleased him he’d still know the news.

But the trauma from the experience scarred him
And ire with politics grew by the day
So he took to his new odd braille keyboard
And wrote articles and letters to complain.

He could sense the new way that the wind blew
In the corridors of power in the House
There was money to be made in new weapons
And politicians ignore those who grouse.

Then again two decades later it started
Another war that would mean more dead men
The obscenity rose like a bile in his throat
So once again he took to his ‘pen’.


One in a group of poems recognising the centenary of WWI

A Lasting Love

It was years ago he saw her
He loved her from the start
But she was not to be for him
Though she had stolen his heart.

As years went by and friendships grew
His love not once did wane
Though they both found and loved others
It barely masked his pain.

There had been times of quenched desire
Those times so very brief
The love was heightened so much so
As he slipped away like a thief.

And here he finds himself today
His love survived intact
In circumstances difficult
He loves her still in fact.


1914 – Final Thoughts


To a war that they’d never understand
Were sent men who hadn’t a clue
Because men behind doors make decisions
While the dying’s for me and for you.

So thousands went off into battle
To places that they’d never known
Over the top and shot down to die there
In fields where red poppies have grown.

Is there ever a point to this mayhem
I struggle to find one, I do
History will record that I stayed here
So it matters not, except to a few.


One in a group of poems recognising the centenary of WWI