Spring World War I Poems

In a hellish nightmare pit, soldiers stand...
Along the Western Front's cruel, jagged land,
Where blood and tears paint the earth's sad lore,
They mourn their fallen with...

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Tension in the air, 
Weapons preparing to launch, 
Tempest in the chamber, 
Tranquil night but intermittent slumber. 

Each day is clouded by the unknown, 
Trouble...

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The season, spring year 2031. 
One year went by and 
Delilah was 4 months pregnant 
When Molly Was 6 months 
pregnant. Other Then that, the
passed...

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Easter Eggs and Tulips

Grandaddy was a quiet soul, born in 88 on a spring day.
He often stopped to graze his sheep, on the lush green...

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Auschwitz   
      1.3 million people sent there
          1.1 million...

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Captivated and compelled to find my little friend,
who has broken out in song again.
Sitting on the window ledge,
he stretches his neck as he tilts his...

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I'd have loved to see the bluebirds fly
above the white chalk-cliffs of Dover--
and as they were blithely soaring over,
immersed in thought I'd lie
in calm repose...

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Operation Barbarossa 
the panzers start to roll,
Breaking out from Poland’s Baltic,
towards Sevastopol, 
Ten million soldiers strong,
go goose-stepping east,
The Fuhrer’s Wehrmacht, 
alongside his waffen SS elite.

No...

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ashes to ground ashes

	dust to biting dust

		birth to surrender

no phoenix

	just crumbled trenches

		no cross on the grave

        blink of...

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Spring carried its call on that May morning;
From churning the fields, to felling the pine;
Each homage attested was carded in prime
And they marched into War...

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It was early nineteen thirty four
The world was set to change
Europe was on fire
It was time to rearrange

Poland was the first stop
The German Army on...

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SARAJEVO SNACK
Speak softly to the tune, it plays out in the night,
and never think that Sarajevo hasn't named the song.
Division is the rule, and ...

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Through the hushed whisper of the breeze
Flowing through the majestic circling pine trees
I sense that I have stepped
Into a sacred hallowed space

A GARDEN OF ROSES

A...

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The first time I saw my father I was a year and 8 months old. He had returned home for a short respite  before...

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The whole world was forced to usher
in a spring of bombs from the skies,
that turned towns and cities
to big bonfires,
that gods of death warmed themselves.

Tanks...

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