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The British Soldier
The British Soldier The British soldier’s life of firm resolve Is one that guarantees no moment free From care. When troubles loom, se must evolve A fitting system through which to resolve The complex crux of each contingency That threatens safety. Se must always have Initiative to […]
To God the Glory
To God the Glory “To God the glory!” says the lofty spire: A finger of admonishment that points To Heaven above Salisbury. Our eyes Are forced upwards and for a moment – brief And calm – our hearts acknowledge Deity As supervisor of all that […]
Winter Bridal
Winter Bridal This slim, hoar-frosted Beech, in lacy traceries so bright Now proudly stands a stiff-silked Bride upon her Wedding Day. Behind her pose the darkly-congregated Pines, arranged Like morning-suited Witnesses. In wayward ranks around […]
Xiphos
Xiphos Once, over Damocles, it swung Suspended from a slender hair And threatened him with sudden death. Now, over our democracies, The fatal sword of tyranny Is poised to strike. […]
Poetry and Music
Poetry and Music “If music and sweet poetry agree As they must needs, the sister and the brother”, Then in our poems music should be found, And in our music should be poetry. The one is inextricably enwound Within the very being of the […]
Larksong in War
Larksong in War Larksong in War Hear how expressively small skylarks wring From shell-shocked throats incendiary songs Which burn into crushed consciences the pains Of conflict and its needless suffering. Self-mortaring into smoked skies, the larks Explode in tonic shrapnels which pierce through Hate-deafened ears to lodge, deep in hurt hearts, […]
Lochmatt
Lochmatt (for Ingrid) I’ve travelled through so many lands And stayed in splendid places, Yet rarely have I ever found A residence whose graces – Warm welcome, simple comforts And environs […]
Pain
Pain I’ve a pain in my heart, But I do not know if Its ache is a part Of my death or my life. Is it pain which denotes That my heart is diseased? Or a pain which reports My emotions’ […]
Chaos
Chaos (After Chaos, by James Gleik, which asserts that chaos is not random but minutely structured and calculable) Chaos, (some say), is not what it’s been deemed For generations immemorial. Chaos has structure, (so […]