ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
John Roberts is currently a freelance training Consultant and Director of JayrConsulting Ltd in the UK. Writing short stories for his grandchildren and miscellaneous poetry is considered as a stress relieving hobby. [July 2005]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (30) Africa - Where's The Gain ? (Poetry) A bit of a political rant - triggered by recent events and the coverage of Live 8 - Why are we still just talking? [174 words] Angel Of The Morning (Poetry) A poem for a loved one. [122 words] Anniversary For Maggie (Poetry) For Maggie - My Soul mate - My Best friend - My Lover - For the last 38 years - Ich Liebe Dich. [89 words] [Romance] Brown Eyed Girl (Poetry) A poem for the woman in my life. [251 words] Cabal Of Cowards (Poetry) London 7/7 - the cowards strike again ! Let's not glorify them with any name other than what they are - cowards! [216 words] Cheap And Nasty? (Poetry) A short poem with an ecological warning. [100 words] Commuting Hell (Poetry) A poem in memory of many wasted mornings spent waiting for the train when I commuted to work in London. It seemed like an endless torture ! Working from home is sheer luxury now, when I look back on w... [211 words] [Travel] Diatribe Of An Emerging Scribe (Poetry) Ah - the joys and heartache of writing ! Where does it come from and why ? Ideas just flood my head at obscure times - just like this! Others may recognise the symptoms ! [224 words] [Spiritual] Fifty Comes Around (Poetry) For Jane on a momentous occasion. [144 words] [Humor] Heroes And Villains (Poetry) A short 'ditty' that came to mind while working on a project for the local police force. [186 words] [Humor] I Remember Buddy Holly (Poetry) A poem of memories for the 'boomers' [308 words] I Remember Eighteen (Poetry) A poem recalling the plans and pains of youth. [208 words] [Humor] I Wll Live On (Poetry) An original new funeral poem, non religous, offering some comfort for the bereaved at a difficult time. [159 words] [Spiritual] I'm An Independent Woman (Songs) Potential song lyric for the modern lady! [268 words] Jessica And Harry In The Magic Jungle (Children) A short adventure story for children recounting the exploits of Jessica and Harry as they search for a magic key to get home to their garden after entering the magic jungle. [2,257 words] [Adventure] Just A Moment Of Your Time (Poetry) A heartfelt plea to all the readers of StoryMania ! Especially all the fellow writers! [128 words] [Self-Help] Just Being A Woman (Poetry) A poem about the difficulties of being a woman? [98 words] [Humor] Love From A Distance (Poetry) Short love poem written to my wife Margaret, while I was serving overseas in the Armed Forces,, way back in the early 1970's. [108 words] [Romance] Love's Vortex (Poetry) A poem for the special woman in my life. [141 words] [Romance] Mental Torture (Poetry) A short humorous poem on the mental torture of modern life. [166 words] [Humor] Modern Concrete Cowboy (Songs) Potential Country and Western Lyric? [535 words] Moor Good Mornings (Poetry) Visual imagery of early morning on the moors. [142 words] My Invisible Friend (Poetry) A poem about the perception of things from a childs viewpoint. [185 words] Our First Kiss (Poetry) A poem of sweet memories. [66 words] Reflections On Life (Poetry) A short poem, written late at night, reflecting on the life and thoughts of a mature person.Wait for the twist at the end. [206 words] [Spiritual] Simply Love (Poetry) A love poem for my wife. [141 words] There's Monsters In My Bedroom! (Poetry) A poem about the visions of childhood and how adults should not ignore their reality. [181 words] Three Little Important Words (Poetry) Short and succint ! [50 words] [Romance] Trucker Tony (Poetry) A short poem on the 'joys ? ' of being a trucker. Written with thoughts of my son Tony, who is an international truck driver, hauling loads across the UK, France and Belgium. Keep on truckin' son! [249 words] [Travel] Years Of Love (Poetry) Another anniversary poem for you know who ! [100 words] [Romance]
Your Local Sniper John Roberts
Rivulets of rain, like cold fingers on my spine, Patter on my cover, image intensifier whines. I carefully adjust my body, this harbinger of death, The only signs of life that show, a wisp of frozen breath. Three days I’ve lain in this damp hole, no target yet I’ve seen, A harbinger of death, doing my duty for my Queen. I try to quell my thoughts, of home and heart and wife, As I lay here patiently, to take another man’s life. Through many years of training, I’ve learned to be detached, Not to consider the target, more than a photo to be matched. Maybe, he has a family, a wife and child, like me, But I have my orders, he must die, so others may be free. I slowly scan the field before me, electric green in the image sight, A harbinger of death, my target may come tonight. People may abhor me, for what I do, and why, My target is a ‘bomber’, and for this, he must now die. I see movement by the cottage door, I slowly lift my gun, Check the crosshairs in the sight, my deed may soon be done. I hear the sounds that invade the night, a distant badger’s cough, There’s no one there, by the door, I turn my night sight off. The radio hisses in my ear, through the static a quiet voice sounds From some safe post, far away, the C.O. doing his rounds. I whisper my report, so as not to give my hide away, A harbinger of death, I’ll come back another day. You may not like to be conscious, that people like me exist, A harbinger of death, laying waiting in the mist. Who do you think protects your freedom, your liberal way of life, I may be a deadly sniper, but I’m just the guy next door, with the lovely wife. As you sleep quite safely, in your comfy family bed., I may be out, in that field once more, and some one may be dead
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