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    Edith Cavell


    Edith Louisa CAVELL was a British nurse. She is celebrated for saving the lives of soldiers from both sides in the Great War. She did this without discrimination. She also helped over 200 allied soldiers escape over the Belgian border, from German troops, a truly brave and compassionate lady who was betrayed by a man named QUIEN, a German collaborator.     Edith Louisa CAVELL   Drawn into conflict, no fault of her own,compassion her forte, to her, never shown.Soldiers of all nations, were treated as equals,betrayed in the end, by a collaborator evil.   Edith Cavell was her name, a...

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    War Horse


    WAR HORSE    I remember it well, as if yesterday,  my master cried, but he had to obey.  Uniformed men, they stole me that day,  my future now destined, a land far away.    Down to the port with thousands like me,  winched on a ship, our fate history.  We landed in France, not knowing our worth,  paddocked together, no peace on earth.    Shell blasts I hear, far away in the distance,  all new to me, the night sky it glistens.  That is the night, death hit home to me,  a War horse my fate, that's how it would be.    The following day, a task I was given,  pulling a gun, it...

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    Mametz Wood Remembered


    MAMETZ WOOD REMEMBERED   That futile war, never forgotten.the Somme a hundred years on.Battle lines drawn, no man's land,brave men preparing to die.   Birdsong fell silent, that fateful day,slaughter, it surely did follow.Machine guns nesting, deep in the wood,barbed wire protecting the enemy.   The 38th Welsh led that fatal charge,their orders to take Mametz wood.Chaos abounded, their lives sacrificed,like lemmings, to their holy maker.   The mortars rained down,a shell hole, one's only safe haven,Bodies piled high, deep in the mud,as blood flowed, a deep poppy red.   Although...

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    Parc Slip Remembered


    At 8.20am an explosion occurred at the Parc Slip Colliery, Aberkenfig, near Tondu. One hundred and twelve men and young boys lost their lives, may they all R.I.P.   PARC SLIP REMEMBERED One hundred and twelve, at peace in heaven, in their day the heartbeat of Cefn. Parc Slip the mine where they all worked, way down below, their destiny lurked.                                                                                                                   Men and boys taken that day, firedamp and flame, the usual way. Generations lost, without any say, deadly fire and gas, took...

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    Pit Ponies


    PIT  PONIES I was four when I started, my life underground, stabled below, coal dust would abound. Miners my friends, they treated me well, for one, oh so young, the face was like hell.   The dust and the gas, the air putrified, the miners would crawl on their bellies and sides. After pulling the journeys for eight hours a day, I lay in my stable, on soft and warm hay.   Fifty weeks of the year we'd work together, think what I'd give for fresh air, fine weather. Then it would come, two weeks on top, roaming the fields, a nice gentle trot.   The air I took in, so fresh and...

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    Pen-Y-Fan


    'Pen-Y-Fan' She's a jewel in the crown, a snow covered peak, a stairway to heaven, though in winter so bleak. An everlasting reminder, of a glacial past, formed out of sandstone, dark shadows cast. A Bronze age cairn, on her summit stands proud, elements defied, mystical views they astound. 'Ashes of the dead' long ago there entombed, meadowsweet flowers, now sadly exhumed. She's a sight to behold, when shrouded in mist, when covered by snow, she's a peak to resist. She's a taker of life, when her spirits are stirred, hail, rain and snow, killer elements converge. To...

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    Aberfan Poem


    At 9.15 am on Friday the 21st October 1966, a colliery spoil tip collapsed into many homes, and the Pantglas Junior School, killing 116 children and 28 adults. This poem is dedicated to them.  May they all Rest In Peace.   ABERFAN   Slag and slurry, the devil incarnate, robbed a village of lives and didn't abate. On that early morn, the sun fell from the sky, a giant black shadow drowned their small cries.                                                             Teachers’ and children fighting for air, the slag and the slurry laid the school bare. Completely covered by the...

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  • Arthur Cole is a Welsh poet and author.

    I was born in Caerau a small mining village at the top of the Llynfi Valley, Maesteg. My dad was a miner as were all my close family. I joined the police service in 1967 and served over 30 years , retiring as a detective sergeant.

    At the end of 2015 I began writing poetry, the genres being coal mining and the First World War. In February 2016 I wrote a crime thriller titled 'Unethical Conduct' with the help of my now co-author Nigel Williams.

    I never intended writing another book, it was just a bucket list effort, however Nigel and I then began writing together. We self-published the next eight books on Amazon, donating the royalties (nearly £2,000) to charity.

    In May last year I was lucky enough to get my poetry published by 'Wordcatcher Publishing' Cardiff, owned by David Norrington.

    As well as my poetry David then decided to re-publish all our books, giving them brand new covers, but keeping the same titles, so that our readers wouldn't re-purchase.

    The first book 'Unethical Conduct' has just been released on Kindle and the paperback should be available in a few weeks.

    We hope to release the series at regular intervals.

    I have my own poetry page on Facebook which is public, so anyone can view and join. There are over 280 poems on the site 'Arthur's Poems And Anecdotes'.

    Nigel and I also have a separate page for the thrillers itled 'The Terry McGuire Thrillers'. Again a public page that anyone can view.