At sweet sixteen she'd never been kissed
And then she met Miss Kuni Lynn Guist
A sweet Valentine
Would suit her just fine
And Mr. Wright would never be missed
CALL OF THE TYNE
The river fog grey-green
Hides the silent piers
Of bridges which lead
To roads unknown.
The Tyne’s call of the deep -
Fog-horn, long missed
And far buried within me,
Shows the hidden way unknown;
Feels slowly cautiously
Through miles years
With low-pitch note,
Penetrates the unknown.
13 October 2019
Tyne Cot War Cemetery
White head stones in countless rows
Soldiers all from the Great War battles
Thousands dead now glory served
Each one a son and loved one
Victoria Cross engraved as heroes found
Known unto God a sad refrain written
On the stone “Their name liveth for Evermore”
A Christian Cross on top of a German pill-box
Sacrifice for the “War to End Wars” unfulfilled
A hundred years past but still it begs belief.
© Paul Warren Poetry
TYNE - BUILT SHIP 1968
Gigantic steel behemoth
Sitting on the ways greased
And ready to give it birth,
Ten-storey-high street-darkener,
Rusted and immobile -
Once launched in silent swish
And cheered by a thousand voices,
Transformed to marine elegance,
And slimmed by the vastness
Of the endless ocean -
She moves easily in her element,
Dolphin and whale at the same time.