Just my M24 and Me
They say Mosul
As if they know her
No one knows Mosul
She will not let them
Another coffee
Before the head count
Then fill those bloody
Body bags accordingly
Head shots are fine
For teaching children
How to shoot
On sunny days
Might that be a lark
On the horizon
Sundays now mean
Absolutely nothing
Not going home again
For certain maybe
Tomorrow’s just
Another numbered day
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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: sometimes we get so wrapped up in local we forget that everywhere is someone's local and other things are going on, things that can so very easily kill ya ...
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Before i commented
yesterday was green
eaten through the bottom
rust was a vengeful brute
beauty in the beholders eye
helped not the canary swim
a stitch in time and
the race was lost
I really don't know what came over me, so much time on my hands, so little inspiration. But the sandals fit fine today.
I know that feeling well.. keep ya head down and stay safe …
An angle on this - we say, 'good, the number of virus deaths is (hopefully) peaking or decreasing; but a story and a life behind each one'.
From my book 'Meanwhile': My singing might kill ya, but that can't be helped! Oops!
there's nowt wrong with your angles sir... thank you
Neville
Neville, thank you for this poem. We tend to get all caught up in what is happening around us that we tend to forget all the other tragedies happening.
… I guess its a global human thing, thank you for noticing my friend.. stay safe n well up there 🙂
So many other problems in our world being superseded by the one in the news - what else is being covered up o am I just being cynical again.
Andy
No.. I dont think you are cynical.. and if you are.. maybe you should join my cult... Cheers for alighting on this bit o writing.... stay chirpy squire & safe...
Neville
I found this read timeless, in its message and tone
intertwining personalised life commentary, while imagining a perceived narrative of someone seemingly so far removed from our everyday reality, when it could so easily have been you and me..
a great write my friend, glad I found it
'Sundays now mean
Absolutely nothing'
'Tomorrow’s just
Another numbered day'..
these lines read so hauntingly relatable
I am absolutely delighted that you found these words LB and even more so that you felt able to comment on them so favourably .. many sincere thanks to you my friend .. N
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