Best Blighty Poems

My trip to mighty Blighty.

At the age of just nineteen
I bought myself a ticket
Packed up all my bags and stuff
And climbed aboard the ship
I was...

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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...

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Squadron leader to his Sergeant.

Another fatality Felicity,
another regimental letter of commiseration,
another space to type in with a name a rank
another space to enter our lives,
on...

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Lin, sorry to hear, as I am sick too
But I know it's not covid or the flu
Been blowing my raw nose
Sneezing still comes and goes
Maybe...

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Back in 1962 when I was just a lad
my dad gave me a holiday
the best I ever had.
A holiday of every dream
that one lifetime could...

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Sonnet, you beckon me with your allure.
Valiant ship from a distant shore
Resting, no more sojourn
Basking in glory of a distant past
Lowered mast once battered and...

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My great adventure

At the ripe old age of six, I went
With my two young brothers
Aboard the mighty ship, Mooltan
We went on a big adventure
To a...

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What the Butler Heard
Extract from a memoir

Lord Illustrious Penge of Lampwicker Hall,
Welcomed local Toffs, to his Name-Dropper ball.
Noses upturned with a touch of conceit,
Hob-Knobbing with...

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My uncle went to West Point Military Academy, 
Was the second US citizen to be a licensed pilot, 
So I thought my knowledge would help...

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Oh May,
What should we say?
Turning around the U.K in this way
Many react with dismay
Others shouting hooray!
Can we have our cake and eat it in a...

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I love food. Sometimes a little much!

Food for Thought 
By Jan Beaumont ©?

Each country has food that they're known for
Their own local dish you might...

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The Widow 

A widow came a knocking, 
A knocking on my door, 
A widow with her baggage 
And mourning black she wore.

Her fingers were a...

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She offered him a Lucky Strike

Twirling her lighter invitingly

And her Veronica Lake hairstyle
 
made her look fem fatale, dangerous

He fixed her with an appraising look

as...

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A Lincolnshire lass was she
        in youth and bloom revealing,
and upon us all God smiled
when unto this world...

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Christ and the Soldier by Siegfried Sassoon (1916)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-7OEnXw7P60


The straggled soldier halted and clumsily went down  "O blessed crucifix, I'm beat !"
Christ still sentried by...

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