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We stand here in our muddy trench,
And raise a glass to all.
For those who are about to die,
And those who've gone before.
There is no glory to be found,
when hiding in these holes.
Clinging grimly onto life,
Praying for our souls.
The air is thick; the stench of fear,
We step through rotting dead,
Wishing we were miles away,
From horrors just ahead.
Its time to face the enemy,
And make the blighters pay.
So all stand by your ladders lads,
We're leaving here today.
The whistle blows, we're on the move,
The sound of firing starts,
The first man out is blasted back,
A bullet through his heart.
Fear has run its course for now,
All goes quiet and numb,
Each man says a final prayer,
His turn to die has come.
I reach the top, rush blindly out,
Run straight on through the blast,
Time slows with every second,
I have visions of the past.
A childhood filled with time to waste,
Endless days of fun.
Loving parents, playing games,
And laughter in the sun.
Leaving school and starting work,
A girl to call my own.
Finding love and marriage,
Joy of children fills my home.
Those final seconds filled with grief,
The searing pain of loss,
My children with their endless love,
Will always know the cost.
My lovely wife, with tender touch,
what I wouldn't gladly do,
For one more moment in your arms,
To wake again with you.
So remember me in times to come,
And raise a glass to all.
For those who are about to die,
and those who've gone before.
And raise a glass to all.
For those who are about to die,
And those who've gone before.
There is no glory to be found,
when hiding in these holes.
Clinging grimly onto life,
Praying for our souls.
The air is thick; the stench of fear,
We step through rotting dead,
Wishing we were miles away,
From horrors just ahead.
Its time to face the enemy,
And make the blighters pay.
So all stand by your ladders lads,
We're leaving here today.
The whistle blows, we're on the move,
The sound of firing starts,
The first man out is blasted back,
A bullet through his heart.
Fear has run its course for now,
All goes quiet and numb,
Each man says a final prayer,
His turn to die has come.
I reach the top, rush blindly out,
Run straight on through the blast,
Time slows with every second,
I have visions of the past.
A childhood filled with time to waste,
Endless days of fun.
Loving parents, playing games,
And laughter in the sun.
Leaving school and starting work,
A girl to call my own.
Finding love and marriage,
Joy of children fills my home.
Those final seconds filled with grief,
The searing pain of loss,
My children with their endless love,
Will always know the cost.
My lovely wife, with tender touch,
what I wouldn't gladly do,
For one more moment in your arms,
To wake again with you.
So remember me in times to come,
And raise a glass to all.
For those who are about to die,
and those who've gone before.
Literature
Desert
A mercyless sea
of deep and salty water
Died eons ago
A mercyless sea of sand
is its corpse, still whispering:
Weary wanderer,
Rest and die with me.
What else can you do?
Literature
Comic Book Hero
We met in the Summer, I was single and free,
So fragile and sweet, he took care of me.
He was so much fun, exciting and new,
It was all so amazing, too good to be true.
Like a comic book hero, he swept me away.
He promised me the world, the night and day.
But his heart was untrue, his words were lies.
No comic book hero, but a villain disguised.
Our romance was deep, like Superman and Miss Lane
Iron Man, Miss Potts, Spidey and Mary Jane.
He impressed me with gifts, and words sublime,
Affirmations of how he would always be mine.
Like a comic book hero, he swept me away.
He promised me the world, the night and day.
But his hea
Literature
*Reflections*
In bevelled mirror there is a face
Reflected from inner eye
Ponders endless questions of love
Taken for granted passion can die.
Impossible, thought seems overly loud
Feelings were nurtured with loving care
Treasured moments in book of time
Written on aether, script so fine.
Taken for granted passion's embrace
Two souls meet in perfect place
Words unnecessary hearts do speak
Lovers mute, passions peak.
Mirror reveals never conceals
How time invades all life
Reflected memories a story tell
Impossible to say final farewell.
2013Delice1941
31st January 2013
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This is very good.
As you read the poem, the emotion surrounds you completely. When reading this you can't help but get pulled into the story. It's sad but you have to keep reading because you want to know how it ends (even if its obvious in the beginning). As the reader goes along, they can see everything mentioned because you paint such a clear picture. You picked a very sensitive topic to talk about, which is good. Because no matter who you are or where you are from, if the artist writes the poem/story properly, it should be easy for any one perosn to connect with it. And that's exactly what this piece did. Well done and make sure to continue writing.