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Beyond the sky by Helaza

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Song to all my wordpress friends..

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August 11, 2012 at 3:25 pm

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WW2 Poem : “Mrs. Evans fach, you want butter again” by Idris Davies

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Mrs.Evans fach, you want butter again.
How will you pay for it now, little woman
With your husband out on strike, and full
Of the fiery language? Ay, I know him,
His head is full of fire and brimstone
And a lot of palaver about communism,
And me, little Dan the Grocer
Depending so much on private enterprise.

What, depending on the miners and their
Money too? O yes, in a way, Mrs. Evans,
Come tomorrow, little woman, and I’ll tell you then
What I have decided overnight.
Go home now and tell that rash red husband of yours
That your grocer cannot afford to go on strike
Or what would happen to the butter from Carmarthen?
Good day for now, Mrs.Evans fach.

Idris Davies ( 1905 – 1953)

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March 28, 2012 at 4:48 am

The Night of the Bayonet Poem

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The night was filled with dark and cold,
When Sergeant Talbert the story’s told,
Pulled out his poncho and headed out,
To check the lines dressed like a Kraut.

Upon a trooper our hero came,
Fast asleep; he called his name.
“Smith, oh Smith, get up, it’s time
To take your turn out on the line.”

Private Smith, so very weary,
Cracked an eye, all red and bleary,
Grabbed his rifle and did not tarry,
Hearing Floyd, but seeing Gerry.

“It’s me!” cried Tab. “Don’t do it!” and yet,
Smith charged toute de suite with bayonet.
He lunged, he thrust, both high and low,
And skeweth the boy from Kokomo.

And as they carried him away,
Our punctured hero was heard to say,
“When in this war you venture out,
best never do it dressed as a Kraut!”

Written by Erik Jendresen from Band of Brothers
based on the research from the Veterans of Easy Company

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March 20, 2012 at 1:12 am

WW2 Poem by Alun Lewis : “The Sentry”

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I have begun to die.
For now at last I know
That there is no escape
From Night. Not any dream
Nor breathless images of sleep Read the rest of this entry »

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March 4, 2012 at 5:18 am

WW2 Poem by Alun Lewis : “Goodbye”

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So we must say Goodbye, my darling,
And go, as lovers go, for ever;
Tonight remains, to pack and fix on labels
And make an end of lying down together. Read the rest of this entry »

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March 3, 2012 at 12:53 am

WW2 Aviation Poetry : Night Bombers

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Eastward they climb, black shapes against the grey
Of falling dusk, gone with the nodding day
From English fields.
Not theirs the sudden glow
Of triumph that their fighter-brothers know;
Only to fly through cloud, through storm, through Night
Unerring, and to keep their purpose bright,
Nor turn until, their dreadful duty done,
Westward they climb to race the awakened sun.

Owen Chave (1943)

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March 3, 2012 at 12:45 am

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Salut! bois couronnés d’un reste de verdure!
Feuillages jaunissants sur les gazons épars!
Salut, dernier beaux jours! le deuil de la nature
Convient à la douleur et plaît à mes regards! Read the rest of this entry »

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October 13, 2011 at 1:57 am

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Mengenal cinta yang hilang

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Perjalanan yang panjang itu ada simpang yang banyak,
Simpang yang elok dan tidak,
Penat mencoba setiap simpang, tapi harus tahu pulang ke pangkal jalan.

Banyak simpang yang menunggu,
Dan kita tidak bersendirian berjalan
pokok, angin dan langit..sentiasa disekeliling,
yang tidak bisa jemu,
tika setiap saat dan waktu

Perjalanan bukan bererti pulang,
Ia satu tempoh mengenal cinta, yang hilang.

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October 2, 2011 at 5:15 pm

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Cuti yang lama , meninggalkan dunia diri yang terbiasa..
Cuti yang lama, meninggalkan cinta dan cita,
Cuti yang lama, mengendahkan jiwa yang menghibur,
Kemana arahnya selepas cuti tiada bermungkin…
Barangkali mimpi dan cuti harus bersatu,
menjadi titik untuk terus terbang, ke langit yang tinggi..

Cuti ini, mungkin kernaMu…

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September 28, 2011 at 4:35 am

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