War, war, war
What is it all for
Does it bring happiness
Does it bring joy
...
I awoke to silhouettes of images long suppressed
Those which rose from their internment within grey depths
Flickered with hesitance as from draft blown oil lamps
Wound round with broken elements of sad irrelevance
...
Don't ever think that you could be naive,
just because violent deaths make you grieve,
for the choice to kill is itself an unwordly act,
beheading party goers is abhorrent, that's a fact
...
Like Dreamers Do
My pillows are so crumpled
My bed in such a mess
...
The Myth Of The Perfect Man
The perfect man does not exist
And if he did would soon be kissed
...
Lora's Woe
On the far side of broken pride,
clinging to scraps of humble pie,
...
Strawberry blonde hair blown wild by the breeze
Trailing behind as her mount she did tease
Rousing his vigours as they came to a high hedge
All the way over and still they had the edge
...
Last Runes Cast
Face down in the mud, he paused before he rose
Women pay a fortune and I'm covered to my toes
...
All Butt All
Barely bothered as he lay down his weary head
Life was so much hassle,
...
How much are you worth asked a dear friend
'Two kisses and a cuddle' was the reply he did send
'Two kisses may be found for you with ease
But a cuddle is harder to blow through the breeze'
...
Oh to be once more in the depths of green
Escape from the bustle of the present mainstream
Soak up the magic of natures verdant glory
Linger there a while and pen the story
...
'Never mind the quality, just feel the width'
Good enough for the spivs, but I think I'll give it a miss
For giving of our best is the forward way to think
And so I try to do my best with this paper and this ink
...
Nine Eleven Tribute
No words of mine or others can change what went before
...
He was there
but he was gone
a shell resting
but he was gone
...
Now resident in the Lincolnshire Fens I have written hundreds of poems, short stories, songs and articles on subjects such as climate change, mostly under my pen name Rhumour. Many of my poems have been posted to my blogs and journals on various social networks over the last few years and the very positive comments which I have received encouraged me to undertake publication of a few collections, the first of which went into print and ebook formats in 2010, titled 'Rhumour Has It'.)
War, War, War
War, war, war
What is it all for
Does it bring happiness
Does it bring joy
It gives me much less
For I'm a soldier boy
Drafted into conflicts
With folk I've never known
Right across the planet
Some other time zone
None of us have interests
In the others needs
We're simply hanging on until
Some bullet makes us bleed
Patch us up in the MASH
Send us home to mum
I'd rather do without the dash
Over minefields all alone
So many buddies splattered
Across the field behind
Are those that sent us over here
Really of sound mind?
(c) Rhumour
June 1968