James, Frederick and Leonard

Tower of London, November 2015 (c)

Yours is a tale from
The war to end all wars,
Yours is the blood
Spilt pointlessly in mud,
Mingled in shell holes
In the hell-hole of war.
Yours is the noise
Of battlefield cries,
Boys screaming for Mam,
Men calling for wives,
Yours is the wholesale
Butcher of lives.

James, Frederick and Leonard,
Yours are the lives
Ended shockingly short,
Yours is the warning
Of political breakdown
Both country and crown.
Ordinary men caught
In an act of contrition
In a war of attrition
No-one could win.
In the mud where you tread,
Shells are the harvest
From the fields of the dead.

Copyright wordz2Go Nov 2016

Inspired by personal details left at the Tower of London 2015 Poppies display
(See my photo above)

Isaiah 2:4 “The Lord will mediate between nations and will settle international disputes.”



I Was Hungry


The Christmas tree,
Stripped of baubles, lights and needles,
Looks lost and lonely; friendless in a family.

The street beggar,
Bright lights and joy all around,
Families visiting, hugs and kisses abound,
Others asleep on the cold, hard ground.

The street kids,
Camped in corners, watch front doors close,
No festive celebrations just confrontation.

The Christmas tree
Has no further use, despite how pretty it was.
The beggars and street kids, the lonely, the lost,
Only hope for a night away from the frost.
Society’s rejects, the tree and the man
Can both be recycled, please try if you can.

Copyright wordz2Go 4 January, 2015

Matthew 25:41-43New International Version (NIV)
“I was hungry and you gave me nothing to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink, I was a stranger and you did not invite me in, I needed clothes and you did not clothe me, I was sick and in prison and you did not look after me.”

A Christmas Promise

It keeps me sane
To know that I will see them again –
Those I’ve loved and lost along life’s way;
They gave me so much,
I yearn for their voice,
Their touch in my day.
I miss their laughter, their love,
But above all,
I know they’re safe –
Waiting somewhere on an unseen plane
Until we meet again.
I’ve stored beautiful memories
I can see anytime,
These are always mine.
I can conjure their smiles
And familiar words pop into my mind
That remind me they lived;
With no thought at all I can recall.
I live in the present and I love my life
But the life that I have is not all that I am,
I am the sum of all that is past,
The here and now and then at last
The future of what will be.
So when I lie down at night
To recite my prayers
I know they’re safe,
Waiting somewhere on an unseen plane
Until we meet again.

Copyright wordz2Go 21December 2014