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Chocks2

chocks2

chocks2

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With all the recent posts about the sad loss of two WW1 veterans and all the youngsters losing their lives in Afganistan I thought that I would like to share some of my poetry with you all.
Lets start with this one. Hope you like it?

He'll Not Be Forgot.

Tommy was no hero. He was just a boy!
He wasn't even old enough. His mothers pride and joy.
He went and joined the army and lied about his age.
So they sent him to the front line upon a soldiers wage.

Through the thunder of the big guns, the fields had turned to mud,
and the screaming of men dying almost froze his blood.
He couldn't see the glory, he had to hide his fear,
and for what he saw around him, he often shed a tear.

"Forward"! came the order, the morning was still dark,
as he climbed the ladder a bullet found its mark.
He lay there in his sorrow, for he was soon to die,
his final thoughts of mom and dad, his parting words were "Why"?

For Tommy was no hero, he wasn't even brave,
As a sacrifice for freedom, his life he sadly gave.
And for what the men like Tommy did, we should all remember,
every day of every year and not just in November.

In a cemetary he lies at peace, white marble marks the spot,
and many years have come and gone but he'll not be forgot.
A life for every poppy leaf, we sadly watch them fall,
for Tommy's life had reason - "THE FREEDOM OF US ALL"
 
Absolutely first class. You have put into words exactly how I feel, but have not been able to express. Very well done.
Lynda
 
Superb read and I'd guess, quite touching to those who have lost someone, either recently or a long time ago. Good work:)
 
That bought a tear to my eye. I think you should send it to Carl Chinn to put in his magazine so more can read it. He usually does a special one in November.
 
Chocks, A very sensitive poem which gets to the heart of the matter. Well written - thanks for posting. I'm sure Carl Chinn would be pleased to include your poem in the 'Brummagem' magazine as Wendy mentioned. Anthea:)
 
Just A Lad

I Listen to the stories; He tells me - that's my dad,
Memories now distant, of when he was a lad.
Streets were paved with blue brick and trams that ran on track,
Houses that were terraced all standing back to back
Every now and then, dark entries to the yard,
Washday Mangles ready, a womans work was hard.
A tin bath in the corner propped against the wall,
A coal-hole that lay empty, the darkest room of all.
An outside toilet draughty, the coldness of the floor,
Newspaper hanging proudly on a nail stuck in the door.
Children playing in the road for cars were very rare,
Holes in shoes and card stuffed in they didn't really care.
I'm glad I didn't live back then, I'm glad it's in the past
To him it's just fond memories, that through his life will last.
 
Hi. I tried to post this in the poetry section but it disappears when I try to submit it. Hope this works.

JUST A LAD

I listen to the stories; he tells me, that's my dad,
Memories now distant, of when he was a lad.
Streets were paved with blue brick and trams that ran on track,
Houses that were terraced or standing back to back.
Every now and then, dark entries to the yard,
Washday mangles ready, a womans work was hard.
A tin bath in the corner, propped against the wall,
The coal-hole lying empty, the darkest room of all.
An outside toilet draughty, the coldness of the floor,
Newspaper hanging proudly on a nail stuck in the door.
Children playing in the road for cars were very rare,
With holes in shoes and card stuffed in, they didn't have a care.
I'm glad I didn't live then, I'm glad it's in the past.
To him it's just good memories, that through his life will last.

cWT03
 
I enjoyed your poem very much but why not cut your lines in half at the comma and start the second half of the line below with a capital and end it with a comma as you have. It will make your poem twice as long vertically but will be a better presentation I think. Just a suggestion.
Certainly brings back the old days...very well done indeed and great meter.
Rupert.
 
hi chocks
it was nice to see and read some-think different for a change
i did enjoy that as well it was a shame you did not add abit more to it
to make it longer
i and one or two of us enjoy and have been in the past written poetry
and had them put up on the forum
i would say that and you have inspired me by that verse, and made me
reflect on my life that as flashed bye . and as inspired me to put
pen to paper yet again, and may be , just may be that a few of my freinds
whom are excellent will encourage a verse or two
as the good seasons are approaching us , very fast and furiously
chock ; give us some more , please,
best wishes astonion ;;;
 
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