Fallen

Written on Armistice Day, 11/11/2013.

For all those that served and two special people. For Sam, who loves the Autumn and Katie, who served, so that she can.

Where I say men, I include women. They were all heroes.

Fallen

Fallen Autumn leaves

Fallen youngsters, a nation grieves

Enemy's wrath

A Cenotaph

Young men, turned in to old men

Same now, same then

Bloody barb wired fence

A minute silence

History in place

Wish I could salute you, face to face

My Poppy

Your Poppies

Happy Birthday @LoganTinaLogan

This is a birthday poem for a lovely tweeter, one of my angels on Twitter:  Tina, @Fabfrankiee and @PiontkaToro.

A little while ago, Tina and I had a discussion on a rainy day. I told Tina that I think that the rain is liquid sunshine.  I love the rain, walking in it. It makes me feel alive. When I walk through the rain and reach my destination, it always seems to heighten the beauty of what I then see. The way we think about things can change our lives. Each day can be a birth day. This poem is called Rainy Birth Day, written for a birthday. As I wrote it, the rain was pouring down...

Rainy Birth Day

I walked into the rain

Gloomy, wanting to turn back

Reject the pain

Feel the comfort of the fire

Then I stood, waited

Felt the water of life

Fears abated

I thrived, rejuvenated, flourished

Birth, today

Rebirth of thoughts

My mind finds a way

Excuses to smile, live, love

Now, I relish the rain

See, clearly what it brings

The colour, pleasure and gain

Fill my soul to overflowing