looks like brimstone red
and fyres galore
and naked doxies
and avaiable whores
for fun and free...
suits me
and plenty grog
for the swilling...
swaying am I
‘mongst depravity thrilling,
defacing restless graves
broadsword brave
where the hell am I..?
no sunrise breaks upon my face
no moon glitters between
scudding clouds
on a summer-lovely night..
no tinkling laughter from a maid
running sweetly to
her loves embrace...
Where am I..?
lyfes mortal sins
medal wins
glory reigns
for a short tale-tell
forever claimed
in a soldiers hell...
Graham...April..2004
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Reviewed on April 11, 2004
There is so much life in your words......that's a great thing.....ty, Dani
Reviewed by Jane Rodway (Reader)
Reviewed on April 4, 2004
This is great- I love your poetry. Makes me feel like I am reading some of the best war poets, like my fave, Wilfred Owen. Excellent work and such a breath of fresh air, not enough poetry like this around.
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
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A warrior though, at heart, so who knows.
ATB
Ch'erie
Another well crafted one in the sagas.
"
Where am I..?
lyfes mortal sins
medal wins
glory reigns
for a short tale-tell
forever claimed
in a soldiers hell... "
Ladye Peg