Dropping bombs
During the World War 2, there was a town in the west of Norway
that also had a passable airport where German planes could take off
and shoot at things near the British coast.
RAF tried to find and bomb the airport, but they didn’t but dropped
their bombs over our town on the way back.
Some people were killed some were maimed for life.
When people get bombs thrown at them, it is reasonable to think
they get angry, with no understanding of the war effort.
The enemy was, as far as the town dweller was concerned
the British, so much so when British troops came, they were met
With stifled smiles.
That is why I think Putin should stop his attacks on Ukraine
whoever noble his aim is to get rid of fascism, he will forever
be seen as the enemy by bombed-out people.
Dawn Demure
Dawn December day.
Machine peacefully sleeps.
Slumber banished.
RAF pilot.
Spitfire!
Kept warm, mission time, Norway bound.
Snow, fjords, mountains.
Cockpit, aboard, checks,
rise, feathery clouds.
Recon.
Fine machine, woman.
Precision engine.
Exquisite cameras, spy on Nazi’s Christmas.
Thousand mile trip, freedom.
Gentle hearts, honest loving men.
Tirpitz photos, Whitehall desks.
Experts, delicately place,
five ton Tallboy bombs.
Lancaster love.
My freedom, my interactivity,
I owe to you and your stickability,
Tho’ you be dead and dumb to me,
You have a voice in my vocality.
The cemeteries and the epitaphs,
Are the courage and valour graphs,
Defining the mechanism, the paths,
Of the affirming victory day laughs.
I do not patronise the direct benefit,
Of remembering our heroes, the fit,
Because they did conquer and out wit,
Communism, death the Nazi’s pit.
Near to me through my late RAF dad,
Through his terror and in the hell he’d had;
It was for us that they were deeply mad,
Intent on life by ending Nazism bad.
Thankful for this November time of year,
It's a time to appreciate those near,
To ISIS, to the enemies that we fear,
So that we can live and love clear.
When Jack was six he took up judo,
‘Cos he lived on an RAF base, NI,
Where only ballet and judo existed,
For kids with much energy to hand.
His mum sent him to ballet firstly,
Which he enjoyed but didn't love,
So as soon as he did the tangles,
He knew judo was his sport, shove.
Jack’s both blind and deaf, hereditary,
And competes in the category -100kg,
He is a Wolverhampton Uni student,
And his brother’s in TeamGB, his glee.
In 2015 Jack collected many medals,
In Seoul he won bronze at the Worlds,
At the Junior Worlds, Hungry, a gold,
And at the Euros a bronze, the boards.
At the World Cup, Hungary, a bronze,
Such that he was easily chosen for Rio:
“I never heard the [distracting] crowd.”
His coach and him sign to each other.
“I know I can't see anything. If I walk
into stuff, I just laugh it off [not irritated].
It's funny. I walk into lamps, slip over,
bollards.” Nobody knows he’s plated.
Whilst Jon-Allan was out Iraq to warfare ban,
In 2007 he sustained an injury, rocket attack,
So that doctors had to amputate his left arm,
But after rehab he continued the sport’s crack.
He’d been a weapons technician in the RAF,
At Basra airbase, and before that Afghanistan,
But he was now on a programme so to quaff,
Any idea that he wasn’t good at cycling’s pun.
He took the limelight at the London games,
When he won three silvers for para-cycling:
One for the C5 Individual Pursuit, sole aims,
One for the mixed team sprint very cunning,
And another silver for the C4-5 1km Time Trial!
Then 2016, and he won gold for the mixed team,
And also a silver medal for the C5 kilo Time Trial
In Montichiari, and so made the Rio GB Team.
Micro-particular molecular particles whose properties carry less mass at any given time typically are airborne, only to be respired and absorbed through means of respiration.
Exhaled only to be once again; inhaled.
Trapped inside inner linings of esophageal passages.
Buoyantly escaping; light-like-quick.
Tumbling like a cyclonic feather.
Blue rays with ultrasonic transfers of unconditional compromises shine light on this symbiotic shrubbery.
Rif-raf relief is a resulted byproduct or so-called "nuisance dust."
Unequivocal numeric figures comparable to such matter, couldn't positively identify with no such indication.
The previous possession will remain under further investigation.
Breath in.
Breath out.
Tumbling airborne once being transferred or transformed.
De-composition turns flesh into bone, leaving behind symbiotic shrubbery; discarded rif-raf.
Rispired and absorbed through means of respiration.
Exhaled only to be once again;
Inhaled.
4-21-15
10:08pm
Ironic Zinc.. .
Ultima Thule by Jimmy Boom Semtex
ISBN: 978-1-326-14210-0
from my new book under my pen name
Lakes
Living in a world of memories. I remember our holidays in the Lake District in my auntie's cottage. Going to mountain warplane crashes, visiting the lakes, climbing real mountains and seeing quaint villages and towns.
Driving there in my dad's Avenger and later on, his Lada. Seeing RAF jets fly low in the valleys. For a while, thinking I'd do that one day. Eating Kendal Mint Cake, hard on the teeth, great on the gut! Give me some more.
Collecting all manner of stones; pebbles off St Bee's beach, minerals from Goldscope mines, slate from Whinlatter quarry and a dozen other things from the Mother Earth. Was this where my love of the natural world started?
Those meaningful 70s and 80s holidays faded into my youth. My 20s, 30s and early 40s passed. Decades stealing my memories, eroding their sharpness. But not taking the feeling in my heart. One day I will day return.
One night I saw an unusual sight
gliding across the sky,
moving along quite slowly
and it didn’t seem very high.
Shining like a beam of light
but silent as a cloud,
surrounded by a pale blue mist
which acted as a shroud.
Shaped just like a boomerang
but it’s metal shone so bright,
even through the misty aura
It needed no other light.
I followed with my eyes
for as far as I could see,
but I soon lost sight of it
when my vision was blocked by a tree.
Later I tried to find out
just exactly what I had seen,
even enquired at an RAF base
but they didn’t seem very keen.
I will always have the memory
but nothing else to show,
what it was I saw that night
I guess I’ll never know.
At 6 A.M. I heard the news
And the updated score
Of a tennis game just being played
On the Australian shore.
The match was close to over,
Competition at its height.
How weird that I was waking up
While there it must be night.
Though I’ve crossed to other time zones
Where I’ve had to change my watch,
Sometimes just a small reminder
Kicks awareness up a notch.
So I think of Raf and Roger
Slicing bullets, fast and deep,
While I tossed and turned in Dreamland
In a less than peaceful sleep.
Perhaps my mind had traveled
To that tennis match down under;
Maybe being on the other side
Made Roger lose his thunder.
AA TO DF, THE COMPLETE LIST
AA automobile association – UK’s best
AB Alberta - Canadian province in the west
AC electric currect alternating
AD anno domini - yearsafter Christ’s coming
AE famous poet real name George William Russell
AF air force as in RAF - and USAF as well
Ba barium – a chemical element
BB Brigitte Bardot - attracted every gent
BC years before Christ the Lord
BD as in CHMN. of the BD. = board
Be beryllium an element much in use
BF bloody fool - in UK , polite abuse
Ca California – beaches, suntanned crowds
Cb cumulonimbus clouds
CC cubic centimeters (as in 500cc motorbike)
CD compact disc. Or cadmium if you like
CE civil engineer (professional designation)
cf means “compare” (Latin abbreviation)
Da = Russian for “yes”
Db decibels - measure of sound, I guess
DC is where Obama works his activity
DD doctor of divinity
De = French for “of” or “from”
DF direction finder - for a plane with a bomb
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Written for Debbie Guzzi's Contest "A.C, D.C.. A.D., B.C."
Showers light or hard
bring cleansing and a pause
to your current ritual
forcing amnesia of your flaws.
A gift from up above
to remind your of your love
to lay back and paddle back
to memories you don't speak of.
Rain rain stay all day
pour so we are forced to be
glued to our habitat
relaxing drinking green tea.
Stable in our stance on life
our own decisions based to fit
current situations that
permit growth without rif raf.
Nothing sudden, nothing feared
Past is gone, you renewed your life.
Layed your body over coals
Future predicts no surprising strife.
SQUADRON LEADER 945017
I was paralyzed with fear as I heard footsteps draw near
Perspiration running down my cheek
Fingers trembled, heartbeats so clear
Panic stricken and feeling very weak
Mentally fascinated at what I would see
I visualized many strange events
Exhausted now, wondering what this thing could be
Is it my imagination that is bent?
“I’m a Squadron Leader in the RAF 945017
the postmortem showed I died a natural death
but there isn’t any room for me in heaven.”
“It’s essential that I stay, please don’t turn me away
Let us be acquaintances and friends
I’ll guide you and protect you, no need to question why
Then we’ll be together in the end.
The character of a hero is one to covet
Through hard work, and exceptional courage
A man of distinction you cannot miss.
Noble full of strength to achieve his goal
Doing all possible according to his ability
One aim, one plan.
Alexander Graham bell and Winston Church hill
Both have a story to tell. Great success, creative ability
To add services to this age. Heroes in their own rights
That left leopard spots in our mind. Beat tough challenges,
Contributed greatly to science, none other this world would
Ever find.
The same can be said for a heroine, a woman admired
For her courage to achieve outstanding results. A woman
Of worth, a gift to mankind, a god sent from birth.
Heroines who will never give up, but press their way thru
Life to succeed. Helen Keller, Madam CJ Walker. One an
Offspring of a slave. The other her all she gave, disabled
And had nothing to crave.
Heroes and heroines, novelist actors and actresses, RAF pilots
Must be honoured in the very same way. But come to think of
All that has said and done. My greatest hero and heroine are my
Dad and mom.
Exodus on a massive scale
1940 under assail
Three hundred thousand
Fathers and sons
Dunkirk evacuation
From the Hun
Armada
Not seen for hundreds of years
To save our hero's, relay their fears
1500 ships of many sorts
Arrived on mass
Naval escort
British and French
Beached and battered
Quest to save Europe
Defeated and shattered
Queues of troops
Line the sands
Await their fate
Strands of man
Luftwaffe scream over head
Drop their cargo, inevitable dead
Explosions softened, by the Dunkirk sands
Saved so many of the waiting strands
Hail the sky, the RAF
Contained the hun from machine gun strafe
Their dedication in foggy skies
The ultimate saving of many lives
The aftermath of this unbelievable task
And the dedication of this incredible ask
Organisation on the grandest scale
For in the future we will not fail
To free Europe, another Armada will sail
" Dedicated to the many men liberated from the beaches at Dunkirk,
who returned to do, what only hero's can do "
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Lancaster formations
One two and three
To attack the dams
Off Industrial Germany
Targets to hit
In the Ruhr valley
Power providers
Canal alley
RAF Scampton
Near Lincoln they load
This barrelled bomb
Bounced to explode
Runway lined
Engines roar
Crews ready
Tally Ho!
Flying low to reach their quest
Allied pilots at their best
Flak explodes all around
As the Germans hear our engine sounds
Targets reached as they circle round
To gauge their height as it bounces sound
Steady steady let her go
As it hits the water
First bounce slow
Second bounce, momentum gain
These dams, not to be the same
Clinical strike as it hits the wall
Sinks, explodes
Crumbling walls
Minutes pass
As the crew's look back
To observe the severity of the attack
Nearly out of sight, as the walls finally gave
Cascades of water in thunderous rage
The Möhne and Eder breached as planned
Missions accomplished on these German dams
German war effort, hampered for a spell
As for the rest of the conflict
Time would tell
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