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Best Poems Written by Steve Williams

Below are the all-time best Steve Williams poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Oh Albert It's Alice

Oh, Albert its Alice
I missed you today
Many years since you went away 
You left me with orders
To await your return
Oh Albert its Alice 
We had so much to learn 

I remember that summer of 1913
The storm was coming, we had not seen
The sun was shining upon our true love
Do you remember that brooch, with the little white dove?

We kissed on the Station, you had to go
The train steamed you from me – rather too slow
It let me see you drifting away
Oh Albert its Alice, I missed you today

The 4th of November 1917
My sisters’ baby had started to wean 
Your Vera told me you weren't coming home
You had fallen in action, you weren't alone...

...there was Billy, Tommy and Freddie Jones
From red brick houses, from coal heated homes
Escaping the drudge of daily toil
Back to Earth, back to the soil
But Albert its Alice, I missed you today

We kept our promise to always be true
You to me and me to you 
I have kept my life on a single track
Hoping that one day you’d make it back
But Albert its Alice, that train never came
Returning its passengers home safe again

I'm lonely Albert, in this crowded room
Everything’s whizzy, bangy and boom
Things are so different since you left
I'm in a home now “it’s for the best” 
Albert, oh Albert I need you today

Albert its Alice, my looks have now gone 
We lost our daughter and lost our son
I could not conceive without my true love
But I've still got the brooch with the little White dove

Oh, Albert its Alice, I’ll see you soon
I still sing along to our favourite tune
A lifetime of waiting, a lifetime of loss
Oh, Albert its Alice, let’s not be cross

Oh Albert, now, you’re waiting for me
Remember the park? Remember our tree?
It stands at the entrance of Executive Homes
They can’t see our names from their mobile phones
Oh, Albert its Alice, I missed you today

I miss our home, where you lived with me
I called our home ‘The Cherry Tree’
I say “our” home, you've always been there
Oh, Albert you’re with me – you really did care

Oh, Albert its Alice, my tears have been shed
Lying alone in my cold single bed
They put your name on a role of honour
I was very thankful that they would even bother
Oh, Albert if only they’d missed you that day

So here I sit – waiting to go
You all left before me, and I'm now rather slow
My body is old, but my soul is still young
But Albert
Oh, Albert
It was the war that we won 

Oh, Albert its Alice, I’ll join you today.

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Shot At Dawn

Take the “Coward” from this place
Another boy goes to waste
Tie him to a well fixed post
I suppose his mother loved him most
Recruit a squad from his platoon  
Home for Christmas, boom, boom, boom
Not to wound, aim to kill
With his pals just until
 SHOT AT DAWN
The boy lays still

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Over the Top

Over the Top

Whistle blows, we’re under order
Just another day, just another slaughter
Just another time, we’re over the top
The ruling class, they just won’t stop

We will stop lots of things 
Like bullets and mortars
With grimmest and grins 
With stiff upper lip, not quivering chins
As we move on the line, the line really thins

Splattered in mud with things you want to forget
Waters not warm and red it’s just wet
The pal you shook hands with we just had a bet
Is struggling and twisting in a razor wire net

But onward we move the young and the fit
They fire the flares to light up the hit
We stumble and fall, some, just shake and sit
But some just drag themselves through the shit

From the land we call home, we are sent to die
All the promises made, turn out to be lies
Our aim today is a few yards for the King
With constant noise, oh! What a din din din din

We leap over wire and fall to our knees
We lean on a stump where there used to be trees
The sin of man on man is grim to behold 
Who will voice the story? The truth to be told

Three quarters down, the field of play
I feel the thud, I've had my day
It’s quick and clean and that’s what I pray
1918 the 5th of May

Now you stand at my head stone white
Farmer’s lad, sent to fight
From Cheshire fields, a loving son
We fought my brother, we called him the Hun

Stephen Williams
2012

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Sorry Guys

Sorry Guys 


It was that second the world stood still
I heard a sound, I heard it shrill
I felt the thud, I felt the burn
I felt the sting, I felt the turn
The ground came up and I went down
A fighting man about to drown
I gasped for air, I gasped for voice
I felt the blood, I felt it moist
I heard a scream, I saw a face
I felt my heart, I felt the pace
The panic came, but not the pain
For this my friend we couldn’t train

I heard the voices, shrouded though
I heard them come, I heard them go
I heard the voice of a girl, I think?
She’s shouting me, shouting loud
I’m the centre of a crowd

They pick me up, I feel the fade
I feel the whoosh of the transport blade
I see the bag plug to the arm
I hear her voice, it keeps me calm

But I'm not going, to where they think I am
Sorry guys for spoilt plan 


Steve Williams 2011

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Funny How

Funny How

It’s funny how you grow together 
Your lives become intertwined together 
You’re here together there together
Rarely wined and dined together
You’re far to intertwined together
To gather that together can be rather wide apart 

Maybe you walk together
But do you really, really talk together?
Not about the weather together
But your deep down thoughts together
Are you beginning to gather 
That together can be rather wide apart

Yes I know you sleep together
But do you go to bed together
Has the haven of your love together
Pulled you more apart than together
All the things that brought you together
As you can gather can force you wide apart!

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Boys

BOYS!

Unlike the boys that crossed the Somme
We will, we will, we will go on
We will go on to live a life
To raise a family, to love a wife
To feel the good, to feel the bad
To feel the happy, to feel the sad

We will go on to honour those 
Who on that field spent their goes
Cashed in their chips and paid their debts
Thank you gentlemen, no more bets

And now one hundred years from go
Have we learnt to love our foe?
Have we moved from the killing fields?
To see what talking and loving yields
To see we will, we will, we will go on
To save the children that crossed the Somme

They will not grow old, as we have done
They will, they will, they will be young
Now move it forward one hundred years
Please count the poppies, now count the tears
Now multiply ten thousand times
Now multiply ten thousand more
Now multiply ten thousand times
Now my friend you’re near the score

But as we slip into the history book
Remember us, just take a look
The pages now have dried of tears 
Have sanitised the loss by years
Don’t let us move on without a trace
We gave you a voice, now give us grace 
The Pals are now gathered at heavens door 
There is no point to any war
Brothers in arms of every race
.

Stephen Williams 2013

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I Am

I am the sky, I am the sea 
I am the wind, within the tree
I am the sand on sunlit beach
I am here, but, out of reach

I am the very air you breathe 
I am the comfort blanket weave   
I am all, that is all I am
I am part of a bigger plan

I am that tingle up your spine
I am the writer of this rhyme
I am all you see and all you do
I am me, I am you

I am hero, I am he
I am you and you are me 
I am here, I am there
I am music, I am air

I am your child, I am not gone
I am the singer, I am the song
I am your brother; I am at your side
I am with you, I am your pride

I am the person in your soul
I am me in a different role
I am not gone to see you mourn
I am gone to be reborn  

Stephen Williams
2011