BRITISH
The First Time
The first time they talked,
Something feels different.
The first time they met,
Everything feels right.
She ran,
Hugged and kissed him tight
Like there's no tomorrow.
He ran,
Hugged and kissed her tight
Like she was slipping away.
He was her football superstar
She was his precious gem.
Together, they fell in love
Unconditionally and passionately.
Boys.
Is this what people feel after series of fights?
Numb, tired of crying, doesn’t care anymore?
It can be his fault, it can be hers.
Once, twice or thrice did she forgive him.
But all he does is bring the argument up again.
“Tracie is a boy.” He said.
But dressed as a hot nerd student on Halloween.
Is it already time to say goodbye?
He says he keeps on hurting,
Which is nonsense because he’s a boy.
Boys are immature men,
So that’s probably why.
I Love You
She said it everyday,
She thought they were
On the same page.
He was there with her.
Two long years,
He thought she thought the same.
Even if they talked everyday,
Those words mean different
To the both of them.
"I Love You" they both said.
British Surprise
British weather is cold and windy,
One two three
He is like no other.
Accidents happen most of the time;
He is her accident,
He is her surprise; a wonderful surprise.
Thousand miles away,
Are hands that are yet to be touched,
Lips to be kissed,
And bodies to meet.
MISSING MY FEET
The Union flag comes down once more
Another job done in a foreign War
Lets salute and march and take home or dead
As the enemy leaves theirs for the vultures instead
Young men missing legs and arms and friends
Come home to Britain to start again
Some go straight to jail
Others languish on the streets
One takes his life coz he is missing his feet
Fake Veterans parade on Remembrance day
Lying about how it was in `Their` Day
Their War was e-bay and a last minute bid
For ten medals and a beret
He hopes it will fit
The dead are still dead
The Fakes still cheat
A Royal Marines toes still itch on his missing feet.
© Tony McNally
Down Town
Bright light
Intense heat
Dripping sweat
Monotonous
Smiling children
Hands Outstretched
Man on bike
No more smiling
People gone
Even hotter
Raging thirst
Headache
Helicopter
Reassurance
Eyes pealed
Look to my corporal
Hand in air
Stop
Scan road
Kneeling down
Aching body
Move again
Stop again
Move again
Hotter than Hell
Sweaty hands
Heavy armour
Sore eyes
Need a drink
Stop again
Kneel down
Op Barmer
Vulnerable Point
Banging head
Even Hotter
Move again
Smiling children
Blazing sun
All clear
Raging thirst
Nearly back
Apprehension
Switch on
Stay alert
Helicopter
Children laughing
Nearly there
Through the gate
Legs like jelly
Relief
Thumbs up
Geordie smiles
Safe
FOB
Time to sleep
Home.
© Tony McNally