Remember when you didn’t know about
Every day was an adventure
Your Toys….
A walk through the fields
Like a trip into the unknown
Just two miles….
Will you get home before its dark?
Dirty knees…
Sole flapping on your shoe….
No resupply…
Till Mams sausage and mash…
Sunday night…..
Bloody bath-night…
Nick your chin…
Dads razor….
Torch on under the sheets
‘JAP KILLER’ in the Commando
Torch flickers…..
I will dig a tunnel
Escape Stalag 17
Lights out….

© Tony McNally

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We Remember

On the count of three, we sprinted away

From danger. Our feet tripped over the banks

Of white with snowshoes – homemade by duct-taped

Plywood. A ravenous polar bear nipped

At our heels, and the flurries burned my cheeks.

I twisted my head to look to my side;

A young image of Dad jogging close behind,

Smiling, describing winter’s adventure.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

a little poem dedicated to my favorite childhood memories with my father, enjoy! Comment with feedback or a story of your own to tell!

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Sea of black, what is it you hide? 
Please tell me your secrets in me, please confide. 
On deck of the ship, blue moon in the sky, 
Into your heavy dark waves I peer and I pry. 
You conceal many things,  so pardon the brusque , 
I have some questions I  would like to discuss 

I ask of you this mighty watery force,  
reveal to me please these things in due course : 
Tell me about how they were saved from the deluge, 
In the Ark a family protected in refuge. 
Or where lay the Isle of Greek titan Atlas. 
A land consumed by your eternal cold blackness. 
Share with me jewels and cursed pirate gold. 
Spoils in your clutches you so preciously hold. 
Of sunken ships and scattered bones. 
Failed quests to glory forgotten kings thrones. 
What monsters you hide in the dark of your deep? 
Things of nightmare that make grown men wake from their sleep? 
Reveal these things, so that I return a wealthier man,

Gold in pocket shilling in hand. 

With magical tales of faraway places. 
Lost secrets that lurk in your fathomless spaces. 

At night  these things to my children I'll tell, 
And a love of adventure will be cast,

Like a spell. 

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Dragon Come, O Dragon Stay

Dragon come, O dragon stay.

To breathe misery throughout my day?

Leath'ry wings beat an angry torrent.

Casting upon me shame and torment.

Reminding myself of what I could be,

Yet blocking travel and foresight to see.

Fed from the lambs of inner dark turmoil.

Feasting, he lies on my path in a scaly coil. 

Smiling a fanged smile I so despise,

A human character beneath that serpentine guise. 

As if to say, "You shall not pass!"

Forever am I caught in the sands of his hourglass. 


Revolution is at hand my fellow foul beast.

For I have become greater than you to say the least. 

Block my progress? Nay, I think not!

I'll have your guts for garters you dwindling snot!

Your scales for mail, your teeth for spears!

I'll have your flesh on my plate for years and years!

Your hide will be great and grant quite a show,

Donned as a cape against the rain and snow.

Begone, with your ramblings and traitorous wile!

My feet on my path I'll trek with a smile.


Hands raised to the heavens, boots stamping on the hells.

Parading to the reverberating of victory bells. 

Sword in hand and shield on my arm,

To this grand creature I'll bring such great harm!

Begone, foul beast! Move your ass!

This is no time for courtesies nor class. 

For adventure must be had and my mettle assayed,

I must quickly be on with this quest so delayed. 

Step you aside, horned devil of mine.

Clear from my way for now is the time!

Tally Ho! Tally Ho! Off we must go,

Unto the event horizon, Yo Ho!


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Ship of the Lost

Ship of the Lost

Chris Mumford


Bring me along on your ship out there,

Where we are destined, I don’t much care;

We must away, time to set sail,

Off we go to only God knows where;

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What if life came with a plan,

What if you came with a timeline,
What if work came with a timetable,
What if she can with an expiration date?
Where is the value in definition, 
What is the satisfaction of a guarantee?
Is life not a journey,
Are you not a story,
Is love not a mystery,
Would you want to know the end,
Would there be a beginning?
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Life is, as is Time

The time goes down

The age goes up
Neither to be stopped
Yearnings to be found
Plans to be made
What is it missing
The timeline of life
Time never ends yet always begins
No time is wasted in life, only choices made
Why regret
Why stress
When the decision is life
Every instantaneous still of life's path is beautiful in itself 
For life is not determined in our decisions, life is lived
Lived between
Lived before 
Lived after
Lived through
Life is simple
Why consider life to be past, present or future
Life is not but what it is
The course of our adventure in the limited perpetualance of time
Life is relationships
Life is mistakes
Life is accomplishments
Life is pain
Life is sorrow
Life is all that can be
Ones purpose is to be their life
To see all that there is to see
In every image
In every heart 
In life
While our limited, enigmatically wondrous gift of life is given to us
We must
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First draft

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The Trip

Lets go! They cannot keep us
From what we own!
Were lost for days
Treading a thousand thoughts!
Wait! Stop!
Everyplace is a house we then realize
Stop worrying, please come take a seat! 
Theres thousands!
Follow me through all of these doors!
This place is strange, this place is gray, miserable chain!
We need to get away!
where are we? We've been out here all damn day!
Well never find the secret!
Dont you miss us?
That girl, she knew where I was.
She located me because of my eyes.
I got you something you never even wanted
You were so thankful to the gesture and I saw
The intention went right through you
Please! Its only us!
None of it is real!
We exist to keep eachother real for now.
Maybe even later.
Lost ones found. 

Live Fast

Let's move to California

Talk like we're from the south

Dress like New York fashion week

Kiss strangers on the mouth

Live in the land of golden dreams

Make love and learn to fly

Drink till things aren't what they seem

And live too fast to die

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Comments welcome and appreciated :)

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