Treasure Island

Colin Ian Jeffery

(20th May 1942 / Caterham)

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  • Elema Udofa (4/23/2014 11:48:00 PM)

    Oh Jeffrey (sir) of ever running lines, I surely give you thine: a keg of wine from my humble vine. So you dine even to everlasting.

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  • p.a. noushad (10/24/2008 3:33:00 AM)

    your poems touching my soul deeply

  • Jenniffer Van Aller (10/1/2008 9:20:00 AM)

    I think your poems are well written, not too long and just enough to give you an amazing imgage... great work

  • Tolulope Akinwole (9/16/2008 4:44:00 AM)

    i felt i was part of it all. a wonderful use of imagery - i never knew words could be so potent. i thinm i've learnt from you.

  • Kefentse Sathekge (9/3/2008 12:07:00 AM)

    i read your poem ''bloodsports'' - just like in politics we jusitfy are own selfish greed. i could not have said it better.

  • Sandra-Shaya Gray (9/1/2008 11:53:00 PM)

    Brother Africa is so real, so heartfelt, so matter of fact and so necessarily written...Thanks for your level of awareness...Bliss & Blessings!

  • Paul Butters (8/3/2008 9:21:00 AM)

    A most Realistic and graphic poet who ducks no issues. Topical and modern, from street wars to 'The Somme'. Depth and detail. Anger, sadness and joy. Consistently an excellent read. Paul.

  • Jun Insigne (7/21/2008 1:48:00 AM)

    The meaning of this Poem touches my heart, Your one of a kind

  • Unknown Forever (7/17/2008 1:08:00 AM)

    this poemis very deep and i like it

  • Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar (7/10/2008 1:15:00 AM)

    The poet's wishes were brought out very effetively

BLOOD RED POPPIES

During the battle of the Somme, France,1916, the British sustained 60,000 casualties on the first day. Torrential rains turned the battlefield into a quagmire. In one month the Allies advanced five miles at the cost of 450,000 German.200,000 French and 420,000 British lives. I lost two uncles


Blood red poppies sway
Over silent fields
Where birds no longer sing.

Once big guns roared
And young men

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