Over the top lads, for old Blighty! Hold the colours high!
Say a little prayer for me, for this summer day we die.
My brothers from the ripened field and blackened mill, shop floor,
Your brother in a killing field to fight a rich man’s war.
In bloodied mud and shattered wood, fight legions of the brave,
Unwitting youth, you’ll do your duty until you’re in the grave.
A sergeant greets a fresh-faced boy, “welcome to the slaughter!”
Here you die from three diseases, bullet, gas or mortar.
In arms we fight together and in leaden hails we pass,
We die amongst the filth and stench that once was verdant grass.
“In the morning we will remember them” we hear the leaders call,
Those fickle words of history, will not remember us all.
Strangely bent this journey extends
Surreal at times, yet so real at ends
Each end confronts with a hardship of choices
With an abrupt passing, or an eternity of voices...
You and I, once on similar trends
Like brothers, we traversed all evil impends
The wheels then turned, unleashed worst of fears
We parted asunder on an ocean of tears
Through fallen decades, aggrieved heart sustained
I found my calling, forgot I was pained
Just when the going got peaceful and boring
Gales of anguish, and war started pouring
Again, I was forced to extinguish my wills
Left home for those in need of my skills
Forced to welcome the worst of thrills
A reward for one with the highest kills?
As we splattered blood on uncertain causes
Strode down the road of victories and losses
A vessel, merely, I was as I killed
Of sons, of husbands, of fathers, I spilled
In the heat of the battle, as I charged through
When my craving eyes met the eyes of you
That instance, that second, that moment, I knew
Neither decades nor ages could help subdue
My faltering sword could no longer fight
For whom I, now, behold in my sight
And I question my vow, having vowed despite
Whether or not my cause was right
Yet again, I stand on the recurring hill
In the midst of havoc, at a standstill
A piece of land that I swore to defend
Is it worth the life of a brother, a friend?
"Boy! We're gonna be the best of friends!
Lying here, I watch you sleeping,
I sure hope that this will not be a trend
'Cause when we play ball,the goal you'll be keeping
Since Mommy told me you would be coming
I've been waiting for a very long time
Now each day I see how much you're growing
Imagine the joy of knowing you're here and are mine!
From the first moment you arrived home
I've noticed when you sleep, time goes pretty slow
And sometimes, you seem to sleep just like a stone!
But that's ok! Mommy says sleeping makes you grow
I smile as I imagine the two of us at play
And picture in my mind the many things we'd learn
We'll pet horses at the zoo and feed them hay
Come Christmas we'll buy gifts with money we'll earn
I love you, my 'lil brother, Lucas
I wish you'd hurry up and grow
Yes, we will be causing some rocus
I'll teach you all you need to know!"
By Annalise 04/29/11
FOR: Miranda Lambert's "Brotherly Love" Contest (Inspired by photo of Logan as he watches his baby brother, Lucas sleeping)
When things go wrong
as they seldom will,
When the road your on
seems to be all up hill.
When the funds are low
and the debts are high,
you want to smile
but can only sigh.
When care is pressing
you down just abit,
rest if you must
but do not quit.
Life is strange
with it's twist and turns,
as we all in life
will surely learn.
Many of failure
turns us about,
When we might have won
if we just stuck it out.
Don't give up
when all seems slow,
you may succeed
with just one more blow.
Success is failure
turned inside out,
only the silver tint
from the clouds of doubt.
You never can tell
how close you are,
but it may be near
even when seems so far.
So stick to the fight
when you are hardest hit-
It's those times that seem hard
that you should never up and quit.
Thank you for the encouragement
To my brother mike; your the best!!!!
‘‘A friend once in his youthful flight
Had found a beauty delight
Though distance stretched them in mileage
But their love was destined to find a page’’
A lark that sings in the morning bright
Ke-ke-li, O Kekeli! My beautiful light
The hanging garden upon my sight
Hands of fate has woven a happy home
A love of current, stronger than the Law of Ohm
Invigorating, a love connected at heart
Which God designed never to part
Where there is love,they say there is a way
Our love I believe is here to stay
Kekeli, my beloved, sing me a serenade
A song of an angel’s grade
That in heaven’s clime pervade
Sing it across space and time
And make it last like a rhyme
My beloved Kekeli! You’re my light
You’re my Hephzibah, my only delight
Thou art fairer than Friedan Betty
Thou art matchless in beauty
So calm and inviting like the blue sea
Beauty not to be told but for eyes to see
Behold my mistress of fair skin
Eyes of diamonds, pure and pristine
O Tell me, you whom I was made to love
One, unique in your choicest apparel
Lips of zebra stipes set with a berry
The hanging petals of a blossom cherry
Chief among all my thousands buddies
O Kekeli! The only ruby my finger shall find
And wouldn’t be ashamed to be called uxorious
"For as a young man marries a virgin
so shall your sons marry you, and as
the bridegroom rejoices over the bride,
so shall your God rejoice over you". Isa 62:5
From: Mandy Tams The Golden Girl
To my new brother Harry
I send these words to you
We haven’t had long together
But you know these words are true.
We shared experiences as children
Even though an ocean apart
My love I send as a sister
The love from a sister’s heart.
Your heart you gave many years ago
To your sweet and lovely Lenore
I pray that she is waiting
And you get your dreams and more.
You touched a piece of me
That I thought was well hid
With the story of your life
And to the mire you felt you slid
But you have loving friends
That are there to give you love
And from my heart I thank them
And I will pray to the heavens above.
That you will receive what you seek
All you felt you missed in life
That you will finally be together
You and Lenore, your beautiful wife.
© 20/01/2013 Mandy
Thank-YOU, so very much. HUGS and Kisses
This POEM was written to me by
Mandy Tams the Golden Girl
Two months had passed since her brother died
Eight weeks she had waited for his sign
One he'd promised to send from above
Assurance of his eternal love
Not yet had she found a shooting star
Or eyed a radiant glow from afar
But this day on a New England beach
A special connection seemed within reach
A church steeple bell began to toll
Causing teardrops down her cheeks to roll
Wind chimes rang too, formed a symphony
"Amazing Grace" was the melody
The tune played at his funeral rites
Rang out in cool wind beneath dusky skies
His sister's eyes found a rainbow had grown
It spanned o'er the lake to their hillside home
'Twas a gift from her most loving brother
A 25-year AIDS sufferer
And the bells brought her peace, gave her a smile
Their spirits had reunited for a while
*True story. I just visited a friend in New England.
While we were at the beach a nearby church bell played "Amazing Grace."
My dear friend cried, saying this was the sign she'd been waiting
to receive from her brother who passed away just two months ago.
i mind when i was wee
playing games with my sister
we kept each other free
me and my sister
we loved with all our hearts
protecting each sister
even after having kids
joined each sister
Combining all these things
playing all the games
loving with our hearts
loving each others kids
We are glued, me and my sister!!
By Kate Mcnaughton.
The howls of the wolfs strike the beast beneath the bed it roars
For it’s the full moon to night Scary of course
The little kid crawls out the bed to go to the toilet that night
When he thinks of the witches and the beasts that bit
He steps back into bed when he gets a horrible frit
A ghost comes out the cupboard a skeleton from beneath the bed
A monster comes through the door way that he thinks will eat his head
A witch hackles from in his draws and then he fins out
It’s his sister his brother his mother and his father all messing about
From beneath the bed his brother with a skeleton mask
Well in his cupboard his father with out a doubt
From in his draws his sister the smell little brat
From under the door way his mother of course he did say note
What he did was put his hand in his desk grab a water gun and squirted them all and his mum
He felt kind of stupid much more then he did before
When he found out it was is nan and granddad how organized it all