James S Newcomb Lang
I am an ordinary man, but with an abundance of passion. I write because I have to. I have known euphoria and I have known pain. I have seen and heard things that I wish I hadn't. My mind is my own nemesis, as I cannot switch it off. I usually find sleep difficult! I have served and been in conflict. I still believe in true love. My pet hate, is people promoted beyond their ability (The Peter ... more »
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James S Newcomb Lang Poems
The Cheshire Cat
You can tell a Cheshire Cat By the size of his grin You cannot help but love him Even though he wants to sin
The First Time I Came Under Fire (OPTELI...
The first time I came under fire I didn’t have any fear I just heard the crack and whistle As bullets passed my ear
To Jon (in memory of the greatest friend...
I had never felt grief before But it came like a bolt of lightening It took me out of the blue I had never felt anything so frightening
My Deity I could never love another The way that I love you
When I was young
When I was young, life was fun And filled with sunny days. I’d not a care and all was fair My youth was a blissful haze.
The (Remembrance) Poppy
Our poppy serves as a reminder Of those who've gone before Those who fell in battle And the innocents of war
The Cheshire Cat of Bastion
It's O' so very early, but the Sergeant Major said At Zero 6 each morning I must leave my cosy bed I'm not an early bird, so I think it's fair to say That I'm not really conscious until later in the day
To your dream you must be true
You’re still young, but soon you'll grow And find the way you want to go So choose a path that keeps you well Within this world in which we dwell
I'm me myself and I
I’m me myself and I I think that’s plain to see So if I was someone else Who would I be?
When Tony Blair met George W
The boy from Edinburgh Liked the Texan’s style George said “I’m Conservative” Tony just gave a smile
Weapons of Mass Destruction
Thank you Mr Blair For sending me to war I’m sure it did me good As I’d not seen one before
The Most difficult of all emotions (Love...
Love is by far the most difficult, of all emotions to bear To find that special someone, with whom your life to share
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The Cheshire Cat
You can tell a Cheshire Cat
By the size of his grin
You cannot help but love him
Even though he wants to sin
For he has the kind of smile
That says, come on and play
And when he starts to purrr
He can take your breath away
When he nuzzles with his nose
Then licks you with his tongue
Even though you know you should
You cannot turn and run
Because his eyes they are hypnotic
They put you in a trance
Sometimes he makes you want to sleep
He can even make you dance
You never know what next he’ll do
Unpredictable is his ...