Founded in 1921, the Royal British Legion has been supporting the Armed Forces ever since.
Category Archives: Stirring the memories
The Story of the Royal British Legion
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Ronovan writes Haiku prompt #381
The gnome lights his pipe
while the clay pots fill with water
fishing rod in hand
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Ronovan writes #Decima poetry prompt #78
You must forgive my misty eyes,
memories often make me weep
and even though I try to sweep
them off, they make me realise
I should forget them, as if lies,
but this I find so hard to do
replacing them with something new,
a task for which I may need help,
leave gloomy thoughts upon the shelf
but then see the futility
for they keep flooding back to me
from deep within my inner self.
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Sammiscribbles weekend writing prompt #227 Memories
In the sunset glow, both world and waters calm
we strolled along the seafront arm in arm
to right and left lounged rusting hulls
overhead drifted screaming gulls
and before us in uncanny silence
from the sands arose two twisted pylons
where one night a raging conflagration
had produced this scene of devastation
not just some ramshackle dwelling
but home to a story that merits telling
where once had been music and lights
Mods and Rockers clashed in vicious fights
a fun palace that gave so many families cheer
the splendour that used to be Southgate pier.
Filed under Self compositions, Stirring the memories
Sammiscribbles weekend writing prompt
I’d like to tell you a little tale
about a girl called Rita Hayward,
with her independent outlook
her parents thought her wayward,
but like many women in those days
she liked to think herself liberated,
certainly her breasts turned out to be as
when while on a date she co-operated
with the removal of her underclothes
giving me a quite expectant thrill,
imagine how my pulses quickened
when she said, “It’s okay I’m on the pill
Sammiscribbles weekend writing prompt #201
While I was sitting in my room
from next door’s radio came a tune
a few minutes passed as I listened
feeling slow tears as my eyes glistened
knowing I’d heard the tune before
probably from some movie score
Barber’s Adaggio for strings apparently
which William Orbit arranged so fluently.
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Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 153 #SynonymsOnly Grace & Style
Strings cannot withstand
the consummate elegance
of the wielded bow,
low tears wrenched from moistened eyes,
released by the cello’s mood.
Ronovan writes weekly #Haiku prompt #274
Rising from the ground
the roaring, giant lantern
lifts into the air.
Sammiscribbles Weekend Writing prompt 5-10-19
To escape the icy, dark, raging seas
a lone ship with all her sails lost, flees,
the crew of Her Majesty’s frigate, “Raven,”
in search of a headland, to act as haven.
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #47 ~Under the shell #Limerick
A pious girl called Susan from Hay
knelt down in the church to pray
it was like every males dream
when her skirt split at the seam
showing she’d gone commando that day
When the pen takes control. 