amid a windy backdrop
behind a broken wall
being saved by stone
sunshine opening buds
swollen by the heat
desperate to bloom
petals still strong
The atmosphere is thick
you need eyes at the back of your head
take your eyes off the ball
and your sure to be dead.
Women's covered faces
expressionless and cold
tears run from their eyes
women who once were bold.
Terror covers the streets
young men pass on rusted bikes
not knowing who to trust
trying to cover dislikes.
Bombs going off in far away streets
screams can be heard for miles
camouflaged by smoky fields
and bodies lying in piles.
Our unit Cowering for terrorists
everyone is on edge
a man jumps from a towered building
jumping from a ledge.
Fires are everywhere, smoke is thick
this place never sees the light
we have been here for years now
and everyday is a fight.
Hospitals are full of wounded people
medicine is scarce and low
doctors covered in blood and sinew
running but nowhere to go.
Bodies are piled up ready to burn
its a nightmare and no one will waken
children wounded as young as five
faces ashen and breaking.
They have won their freedom or so they think
a tyrant has been ousted at last
but soldiers will always be watching them
to get rid of terrorism and fast.
I wrote this poem just when the Iraq War had ended joyous times for the people but sadly the killing and wounding would not end there and sadly it goes on to this day, we wonder whether there will ever be peace in Iraq to allow our Soldiers to come home to their families, lets hope so.
Do you have anyone serving in Iraq or know of anyone? how long have they served?
Whilst walking along
the street one night
I came across a wondrous sight
A lady aglow in an aura of light.
She looked so very real to me
I walked towards her shaking
her charm was mesmerizing
could my eyes be faking?
Her dress was of a distant past
hair was long and dark
the street was lit from her glow
whilst heading for the park.
She walked along a darkened path
apparel trailing on the ground
smiling beautifully as she walked
did she want to be found?.
I walked close behind her
the moonlight shone the way
I tried to stop and talk to her
still shocked with nothing to say.
Her bodice was colored blood red
barely clad but felt no cold
wondering how she managed to walk
how will this mystery unfold.
Stunned by her beauty
I followed her for hours
glancing around every now and then
she engulfed me with her powers.
Eventually she would stop and stare
at a decrepit abandoned shack
still floating as if magical
she did not leave a track.
Eyes fixed on the shack
tears ran from her eyes
she pointed to an inscription
and looked in shocked surprise.
Directed by her trance
to the notice on the door
the light was slowly fading
it was hard to read once more
Reaching for a match
the message was unclear
the writing was of scripture
how long had this been here?
Her name was Nancy Smith
she died in a tragic way
in 1840 at this time
her life was taken away.
She died from a horrible fire
no one had tried to assist
human life was worth nothing then
death was always dismissed.
Knowing she needed someone to help
she strolled the streets at night
but until now she never got her wish
she could not reach the light.
I said a prayer for Nancy
to allow her soul to rest
then set fire to the remaining shell
I felt it was for the best.
Three nights later I returned
flowers covered the spot
Nancy at rest peacefully now.
the remains of her forgot.
Nancy's soul was rested
she eventually won her fight
to this day no girl was seen
with a glow of yellow light.
I wrote this poem a few years ago, and forgot to post it, this is haunting, I am a believer in people not finding the light so to speak and left in limbo, strange things happen, some explained some unexplained.
Do you believe in ghosts? have you seen one? have you experienced the paranormal? I have....
I dedicate this poem to a wonderful friend called Gerardine Baugh, you all know her, she is a fantastic writer of Nature as well as poems, Gerardines stories of Nature are fascinating, she loses you in a kind of twilight zone, were all around is country life, animal activity and beauty. This poem reflects how Gerardine sees her "little world" and long may it continue.
for fascinating Nature stories, please visit Gerardine, she is now also including her own pictures and videos for our pleasure
Do you love unspoilt land? do you live in the Country? have you ever come across an area you never saw before and was fascinated by the fact its unspolit?