A Tanka For My Queen
April 11, 2010 by A.R (David) Lewis
Filed under Poetry
The long life is over Do not mourn it’s ending. Rejoice for the life, That stirred a Nation’s heart. Our Queen Mum, now, and ever more.
A Tanka For A Chicken
April 11, 2010 by A.R (David) Lewis
Filed under Poetry
Wonder why human beings, think inhuman ways to spoil natures beauty, Creating disgusting images, Cloning chickens without feathers. I wrote this after seeing disgusting pictures on television of chickens without feathers, in particular one trying to have a dust bath – hideous!
A Tanka
April 11, 2010 by A.R (David) Lewis
Filed under Poetry
Corn fields ripening Like sunlit waves that trickle On a sandy shore. In never ending ebb and flow AS now , ever was, always will.
A Soldiers Epitaph
April 11, 2010 by A.R (David) Lewis
Filed under Poetry
If in this land of sand swept winds and searing heat, It should be that my life ends, my duty done, Do not leave me here with those who caused my death, Bring me home to rest in gentle sunshine, rain or snow, And I will sleep content in this, my native earth. I will […]
A Soldier Dies Kneeling
April 11, 2010 by A.R (David) Lewis
Filed under Poetry
Kneeling, So still, beneath the tree, his Sten across his knee, Looking, so alive, the blue face of death belied it, Defending, his comrades, he gave his life beneath the tree, Kneeling.
A Poet And His Applewood Staff
April 5, 2010 by A.R (David) Lewis
Filed under Poetry
The apple tree had served him well, With many springs of sweet scented blossom, And autumn harvests of tender fruit, Now victim of a winter’s storm, Stacked in logs to keep him warm. Yet one piece of that old tree, Would serve him many years more, Carefully selected, scraped and varnished, Cut to length now […]
A Padre Weeps
April 5, 2010 by A.R (David) Lewis
Filed under Poetry
The road, tree lined, with grassy verge, Dappled by sun kissed shadows, A line of marching soldiers emerge, Keeping to the road, avoiding the mined hedgerows. Then the shooting started, machine gun, and mortar, Tanks rumbled, with flaring gun turrets, Adding to the two way slaughter, Kill or be killed, time to show your merit. […]
A Minor Called Morris
April 4, 2010 by A.R (David) Lewis
Filed under Poetry
The problem started with a minor called Morris. Her curved sensuous body made me neglect Doris, As I polished and caressed every delicate part, Completely obsessed right from the start. The joy of a rally week with my mistress, Was brought to a halt by my wife’s distress. “Next time join us” I gently implored. […]
A Boys Song
April 4, 2010 by A.R (David) Lewis
Filed under Poetry
Where the river flows its slowest, Where the sun shines its brightest. It’s off with our clothes, quickly dive in. Laughing, splashing, naked and free. That’s how it was for Billy and me. Teasing the girls, snatching kisses, Ignoring their brothers, and sisters wishes, Secret hugs, smiles, and crafty winks. Then “Oh no! My brother, […]