Here is my annual poem for Remembrance Day. It is not my usual tone for this day, but it is how I'm feeling this year. Photo by aakash gupta on Pexels.com How We Honour The Dead Lest we forget Words spoken to stirdisquieting memoriesto warn of horrorsto honour the fallenYet… We have forgotten Blossomed the... Continue Reading →
Photo by Alexander Zvir on Pexels.com Never Again Why did they bleed and diefor your freedom? Never again, we saidyet hate wonand you threw it all away Why did they bleed,among the poppies, row by row? Their ghosts will haunt your choicesall the victims, old and newThey are your consequences Why did they bleed for... Continue Reading →
The annual poem to honour the fallen. Photo by Craig Dennis on Pexels.com Wisps of Smoke In the aftermath, the air swirlsin an acrid scent,the residue of warBodies, row on row,hail the costhate never sees Babies with bombschildren with gunsConflict never solvedYet, the violence, deathrages on. © Copyright 2023 A. F. Stewart
Here's my annual poem for Remembrance Day. Photo by Bogdan R. Anton on Pexels.com Echoes of War Wander the lonely hillscovered in scarlet poppiesas the cold November windblows the yesteryear of war. Boom the guns,acrid smoke and soundBoom the guns,as the soldiers fall Wander the lonely hillsjust above the bonesas the cold November windwhispers voices... Continue Reading →
This year's poem is a bit different than what I usually post for this day. It's not so much about the past and what we lost, but today's soldier and their suffering. There is also an enlightening video discussion on the topic of PTSD following the poem. Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com PTSD It's the... Continue Reading →
Be Afraid of the Dark 