Best Regimental Poems

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 this the darkest of days.
He was my friend Felicity,
an old school chum; we joined up together
for the cause; for dear...

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The greatest holiday gift I ever received  
Goes back so many, many years
Before my life became turmoiled
And before my tears for fears

I was a child like many out there
Torn, strewn and split of kin
Mother and father in differences
Confused at seven, wearing their same skin

For...

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The brazen wind flows through the naked trees, 
where multitudes of scrawny fingers attached 
to stout limbs conduct the aria.

the trill of the dawn
awakes the sedulity…
a wee tad foisty

With each sunrise a regimental instinct, as the craw of 
the crow delivers the day, when as...

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“Blue Sky Eye and The Hope Angels”



It came to be 
that many forgot
the messages imparted 

prior to arrival
instructions were encoded 
inside all our vessels 

we were berthed 
locked and loaded 
waiting for ignition

but we were all falling
fast asleep, being sucked in 
by the Hornet Helix...

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It was only a few days
On their barren soil
Through a doorway he went
So many lives now spoiled

An explosive device
Plastic in design
Could never be detected
Now a life resigns
 
The regimental medic
Rushes to his aid
To stem his internal bleeding
Through his eyes he fades

His lifeless soul lies lonely
As...

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Lee's birthday 28.02.2020


Today is your birthday
There's so much I want to say
We're going to visit your special place
Hope to see your smiling face

I know you're looking down on us
Wondering what's all the fuss
We miss you Lee this is true
Looking up at the sky it's blue

Finca...

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(December-January))

The brazen wind flows through the naked trees, where multitudes of scrawny fingers attached to stout limbs conduct the aria.

the trill of the dawn
awakes the sedulity
a sense of fragrance

Each perpetual morning a regimental instinct, drives along the day, when as the lone Bugler at his...

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a statement in their freedom of expression
the verdant undergrowth – 
a green carpet, indispersed with yellow, white and rose flowers –
leaning away from the regimental lines of the centre lane of poplars
the tree trunks, a whimsical hue of lilac
a profound blend of renewal, early love,...

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The salient drew his mind to the terrors of the day,
and the stink of the long dead buried in the mire.
The creeping barrage sought him hiding in his clay,
found him there and surrounded him in searing fire.

Beneath the wounded trenches his new comrades lie,
broken and...

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Profiling Contest Entry 


The mother sat pale with an exhausted look
The policeman sat writing notes in his book
The fire, he said caused damage so bad
But we think it was arson, a crime that is bad.

The child looked up at his father and said
‘Daddy I’m tired...

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"19 Davenport"



Spitfires lined in regimental row
Amberley in Autumn
fuel burns on the runway
mirages burn slow

Wings counted

His Adjutant's pad 
counts dollars and time, 
cold and sharp, he salutes lesser ranks, 
all spit polished, all in neat lines, all in a row

he’s trying to sort out God 
while...

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“METROPOLIS BLUES”

The elemental wind
curls in from the north east,
sublime salon creations in
disarray, in grimy profusion
inventiveness subsides.
The town clock strikes out,
within ear shot, a bench seat plays
host to a cast of thousands. 
Soon! succulent rotting form to be
replaced by concrete.
“A dental job needed
for those poor little...

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THE BALLAD OF MISS DUTTON

Little Miss Dutton, 
Bright as a button
Sits with hands in her lap just so
Neat and petite, 
Friendly and sweet,
With little girls all in a row

Quiet and demure,
Polite and pure
She teaches girls how to behave
Not like the rough boys
Scuffing shoes, making noise,
Shooting...

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PAY TO PLAY

Playgrounds and parks as children freely play
Voices raised in excitement – beautiful day
Slides, swings and colorful jungle-gyms
Happy-go-lucky, light hearted they brim

Adolescents planning a weekend ahead
Finally a break from regimental brigaded dread
Nightclubs and parties, dates determined to pursue
Popularity a price slowly uncovered—lost virtue

Responsibility in...

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Poets Hanging from a Poet Tree

Poetry in motion is perilous a dangerous pastime a thing of the anachronistic 
past in the global villainous village in which minds are colonised for the greater 
comforting good of synchrony when all are equal at speechless lack of words

It...

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