Epiphany of the Moo

In the left-hand seat sat the antithesis of Sir Quixote. My driver was a stout, young man hewn directly from the heartlands of America. He looked more like Sancho.

Decorated

We wear the medals with pride,
Fruit salad served on our chest…

Turning It Off

For the first twenty years of my life,
I was taught not to turn on the switch…

Decorated

We wear the medals with pride,
Fruit salad served on our chest…

Sunrise Service

And in dawn’s growing light,
Was heard the bugle’s blare…

If E’er The Cost

We are the sons and daughters,
Of a proud and vibrant nation…

I Was Never Brave

I did not set out to be brave,
My intent was much more selfish,
Just survive another day…

Old Glory

As the sins of man sift through steady hands,
I sacrifice myself upon the bloody lands…

A Soldier’s Christmas, a poem by Brad Osborne at Spillwords.com

Thoughts of Christmas from those who serve….

Young Men

Forged within that stringent heat,
A different man is willful raised…

Flannel with Faith

Embracing imperfection with faith, flannel, & fresh air

JaZzArt en València

Faith saved us from the savages that we were, losing faith makes us savages again

Suicide Squeeze

Often Misunderstood

The Poetorium at Starlite

An Open Mic & Poetry Show

Rtistic

I speak my heart out.

Harley Reborn

♠️Rip It Up & Start Again♥️

D.C. Gilbert

Award-winning Author, Veteran

Rum and Robots

We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive

I didn't have my glasses on....

A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.

Perception

A journey into the labyrinth of my sceptical mind.

Pete Springer

Passionate Teacher and Future Children's Author