Poems by Gordon Whittaker

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  • War is a battle one cannot win.
    Win or lose you are committing a sin...

  • The youth of today but not all I may say,
    have no integrity or moral principles...

  • I took a snapshot of my little tot
    then gently lifted her out of her cot...

  • We sometimes forget the tragedies of the world.
    As we sit on our cosy divan with a drink in our...

  • She lay safe in my arms
    her eyes closed in sleep...

  • That four letter word ending in...k
    I think about it night and day...

  • Along came the plane
    It was not flying low...

  • Bush and Blair, oh what a pair
    they have brought the world...

  • She walked towards me down our street
    my fluttering heart missed a beat...

  • Three little letters a simple anagram of raw,
    but the outcome is Death Devastation, Sorrow...

  • Gazing through the window at the rain
    I wondered from where the rain came...

  • You can count on me to hold my tongue
    I will never ever do you wrong...