This work is based on actual events. I have wordsmithed two such events into one work. As all of my WW1, works are based upon true events.
At first no machine-guns - no rifles - no shells - exploding amongst us!
We were about - mid way to the German trenches
When - all hell were let loose - machine-guns - rifles - shells!
All round me - men fell - some without a sound - '' I've, been hit! '' ; '' Oh fook it! ''
Said one - just in front of me
Another - a sliver of a shell - white hot - scooped his face off - as if like it were butter!
He - turned - around - AND - walked - BACK TO OUR TRENCH!
And strangely - HE WERE TO LIVE! - Made it back to - Blighty!
Bullets - well like deadly bats out of - THAT HELL! As like - BEES!
Beasts of the hell of battle!
BUZZ BUZZ - CRACK CRACK! Sounds the madness of - battle
Flew all around us - we had little hope - in that hell
An authoritative - voice rang - out - like thunder!
'' BACK LADS - ON YOUR BELLIES - SLIVER LIKE WORMS - SLIVER YOUR WAY BACK - TO THE TRENCH '' ; '' IT'S THE ONLY WAY BOYOS! '' ; gave us hope -
Our only hope - of not feeding the worms - so we slivered - our lifes -
DID DEPEND!
We lads did not need a second order!
On to our bellies we soon were!
Then as worms we slivered - over our dead and our wounded - we breathing in their very last breaths!
Our hands - sticky with their blood - a few asked - begged of us - for help!
Then as selfish as we had to be - self preservation prevailed!
Bullets - overhead - hitting the ground we crawled over our blokes as we went!
Dirt and shit - hit me in the face - I grabbed the dirt - made myself more like a worm!
It took us an age to get back to our trench - one by one we slivered - dropping in
Back in to our trench!
Including - somehow the bloke - now without a face - no one knew how he made it back!
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The Dyslexic Wordsmith
Poetry by ken d williams
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WE SLIVERED LIKE WORMS! (WORLD WAR ONE)(Now With Addishans)
As we emerged out of our trenchAt first no machine-guns - no rifles - no shells - exploding amongst us!
We were about - mid way to the German trenches
When - all hell were let loose - machine-guns - rifles - shells!
All round me - men fell - some without a sound - '' I've, been hit! '' ; '' Oh fook it! ''
Said one - just in front of me
Another - a sliver of a shell - white hot - scooped his face off - as if like it were butter!
He - turned - around - AND - walked - BACK TO OUR TRENCH!
And strangely - HE WERE TO LIVE! - Made it back to - Blighty!
Bullets - well like deadly bats out of - THAT HELL! As like - BEES!
Beasts of the hell of battle!
BUZZ BUZZ - CRACK CRACK! Sounds the madness of - battle
Flew all around us - we had little hope - in that hell
An authoritative - voice rang - out - like thunder!
'' BACK LADS - ON YOUR BELLIES - SLIVER LIKE WORMS - SLIVER YOUR WAY BACK - TO THE TRENCH '' ; '' IT'S THE ONLY WAY BOYOS! '' ; gave us hope -
Our only hope - of not feeding the worms - so we slivered - our lifes -
DID DEPEND!
We lads did not need a second order!
On to our bellies we soon were!
Then as worms we slivered - over our dead and our wounded - we breathing in their very last breaths!
Our hands - sticky with their blood - a few asked - begged of us - for help!
Then as selfish as we had to be - self preservation prevailed!
Bullets - overhead - hitting the ground we crawled over our blokes as we went!
Dirt and shit - hit me in the face - I grabbed the dirt - made myself more like a worm!
It took us an age to get back to our trench - one by one we slivered - dropping in
Back in to our trench!
Including - somehow the bloke - now without a face - no one knew how he made it back!
ken d williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith
Poetry by ken d williams
Read 507 times
Written on 2018-11-22 at 12:05
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