Poems from Francis Cooper - Mac
I Was Young Then.....
I was young then,
Inside my head
A battle had begun,
The fight
Much of inner soul,
Hidden,
A total of unseen...
A Real Bastard Of A Day
A real bastard of a day!
it was and felt,
as this ship’s stoker wrote;
an entry into the engine room watch...
Trauma.....
Trauma, Trauma,
for me you see
is everywhere.
On closer reflection,
where do I go
when having to plead my case,
in...
Another Soul Falls Down…..
The roar of thunder
Afar from cannon,
Earth erupting,
Sacrificing,
Giving up of life
As the thunder...
They Came, They Conquered.....
They came,
They conquered,
They came from many foreign shores,
They came from undecided times,
Often...