Those Little Boats Goliaths Faced
Those little boats Goliath’s faced Commandeered and commanded by brave men Who risked their lives to save others lives So they could …
Those little boats Goliath’s faced Commandeered and commanded by brave men Who risked their lives to save others lives So they could …
They fled in terror as from the sky… Rained death, and wondered why And how the world to this had come As …
ne of the tragic and most interesting things to come out of the Great War and the Second World War was the …
Flying over Holland on my way to Prague, I looked down at the view bomber pilots on all sides had on their …
A spirit stands, unheard unseen Watching over those he’s left behind, As on their knees their prayers they say With him upon …
This poem was inspired by an interview with Colonel Colm Mangan of the Irish PDF, on his retirement. He told of working …
Young soldiers facing death worried not about sin when heading into battle, many of whom never had being in a relationship, and …
We all have a British soldier from WWI in the family. Only now can we recognise them. This is dedicated to them. …
Next of kin – sisters name given: Duty done, family contacted Telegram ignored – the shame, the shame As if kinship itself …
Searing notes of a foreign song Brought silence to the roaring mouths of guns… Men, bitter enemies fighting before… Crossed lines, found …
In Flanders fields, and Kandahar, In deepest Afghanistan, Poppies bloom, the Flowers of War, Blossom of the Savagery of Man. In the …
Bullet in his neck borne, a distraught soldier sought For a brother shot – another dead in battles roar The voice, a …
Words spoken of tolerance In other lands Not to be practiced Here at home. Its just words spoken Rules like those Are …
“,”Arched Ceilings of the Pinkas Synagogue”,”Pragues picturesque Pinkas Synagogue in the Josefov district is now a museum to the fallen from the …
Rows and rows of headstones A sight we’ve seen before And beyond them the eye can see Rows and rows more… The …
They fled in terror as from the sky… Rained death, and wondered why And how the world to this had come As …
They fled in terror as from the sky… Rained death, and wondered why And how the world to this had come As …
The Maria Lazum story, recounted to me by the poet Paul Polansky who knew the family. He was the author of Black …
The fields of Vojvodina are as flat as the world is round A fairer land bar Ireland is rarer to be found… By …
Where are they now, the sons of Éireann They are dead, sleeping today, in the house of God But they will awaken …