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HIGH SOCIETY DREAMER

HIGH SOCIETY DREAMER                                             

 

Walking, with medals on his chest

A man of no fixed abode

“He’s a tramp,” I heard someone say

“Just an old man of the road.”

Yet he’s a high society dreamer

Years ago he did what he could,

Now he can’t forget the memories

Of the sheddin...

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Years end

YEARS END

 

Stealthily, autumn crept in. The once yellow fields of Rapeseed and Cord have lost their golden crop. The remaining stubble waits to be ploughed back into the earth. No longer is it burned to sear the land leaving black scars of sooty residue to be blown about by the wind.

Dandelion seeds float on air like a mass invasion of parachutist looking for new fertile lands to ...

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Gainsborough's Old Hall

GAINSBOROUGH’S OLD HALL

           

About fourteen hundred and sixty

By the side of the River Trent

Gainsborough’s New Hall was built

By a very wealthy gent.

 

He was Sir Thomas Burgh

A man of great renown

And the beauty of his home

Was talked of all around.

 

Richard III stopped there

The day was getting late

He rode away...

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INSIDIOUS HUNTER

This poem won first place in a contest that was run, to write a poem to a well-known tune.

 

INSIDIOUS HUNTER
(Read to the hymn tune: ‘He who would valiant be.’

Cats hunt where’re they will
In grass or water,
Stalking out their kill
Out there to slaughter.
It is the natural way
To forage for their prey
And bring to your doorway
Bird fish or mammal.

They teach ...

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DEJECTED

DEJECTED    

 

She sat before me

Holding onto my hand,

“I know that it’s hard love

Though I do understand.

It’s like that with some men

Or so I’ve been told.

It’s nothing about age

Though you are getting old.

So don’t feel dejected

And looking downcast.

The sorrow you feel now

I know it will pass.

And if you can’t do it,

...

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RHYTHMIC MOVEMENT

The following poem is a Tetractys


Tetractys, is a poetic form invented by Ray Stebbing to give UK poets a type of poem akin to the Japanese Haiku.

 

For more information on this poetry form, go to:

http://www.patchword.com/original/articles/tetractys.html

 

RHYTHMIC MOVEMENT

 

Wild

Porpoise

Dance and prance

On ocean waves,

Like ballerinas on...

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THE MOTHER

I publish an annual anthology to help raise money for orphanages in Bulgaria. The following poem of mine was among the poems and short stories sent in my other authors to be in last year’s book.

 

THE MOTHER

(Dedicated to all foster mothers)       

 

The Chinese lad asked the mother, “Please tell me the truth,

Why is Sam so dark, but not as black as Ruth?”

...

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GRANDMA’S WAR

GRANDMA’S WAR

 

On Mondays,

Attired in

Floral pinny,

Knotted headscarf,

Sleeves rolled to elbows,

Grandma prepared for war.

 

Armaments consist of;

Dolly tub,

Posher,

Washboard,

Scrubbing brush,

 Long green bar of Fairy soap.

 

The war zone,

Was steaming hot water,

Fired by coal

Ladled from copper boiler.

 

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SAM SMALL OF MONOLOGUE FAME

SAM SMALL OF MONOLOGUE FAME
Apologies to Marriott Edgar and this poem ‘SAM SMALL
(Pick oop tha' musket)’


You’ve ‘ear of Sam Small, of Monologue fame
Who wouldn’t pick up his musket, till Duke ‘ad came
‘E then went to battle, against Napoleon’s crew
T’ show ‘em just what, a Yorkshire man could do.
It were twenty to one, on Napoleon’s side
But Sam wasn...

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WALLACE ON DEATH ROW

WALLACE ON DEATH ROW

Apologies to Marriott Edgar and this poem ‘The Lion and Albert’

 

There’s a famous place called Blackpool

That’s noted for fresh air and fun

However I’m waiting on death row

For I’m to be shot with a gun.

 

A Lancashire lad called Albert

Stuck a walking stick into my ear,

I asked him politely to stop it

And go for a ...

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THE DRAGON LIVES ON

Once long ago in the days of the dragon

When maidens were tied to a stake

A knight would ride for many a mile

And still arrive there too late.

 

Now a very young knight called Sir George

Set out one day on a quest

He went to hunt the dragon

In a fight he would do his best.

 

One morning he came to a village

‘Twas somewhere up Yorkshire way

At ...

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About me

I have written and published one book of funny anecdotes that happened to me in my military service which ran from 1956 to 1981. I’ve also co-authored 5 other science fiction books and had 73 poems published in various magazine around the world.

I spent 5 years as editor to a short story and poetry magazine, No longer in issue, due to lack of funds.

I organize and publish an annual an...

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