Biography
Andy N is well Andy N..
Born in Manchester, UK in 1972 (where he
still lives)
He is a multi skilled poet, experimental musician
and maybe someday novelist.
He is a poet who has his work showcased on a
number of websites over the years including
recently publications such as 'Soul to Soul',
'Other Voices Poetry', 'Kritya', 'Thanalonline',
'Concelebratory Blogspot',
'World Wide Word Radio Network',
'The Pergrine Muse' to name but a few.
His official website is:
http://www.geocities.com/aen1mpo
He describes himself as a fun loving guy, who
enjoys living life for the max and is always
looking to meet interesting, new people
for discussions as far ranging as what is their
all time favourite poem off
Charles Bukowski to what is / was the best
bar / club they have being in recently!
He is also involved in several bands and projects -
more details are available on his website.
He helps run 'Trio Writers'
(http://www.myspace.com/triowriters) which
is currently looking for interested poets and
writers to join their ongoing workshops which
started in the Center of Bolton at the start
of March 2008 and is a regular member of 'Poetica'
(http://www.myspace.com/poeticamanchester)
another writing discussion group that meets in
the center of Manchester.
He is also the co host off 'Poets and Pasties'
a new poetry performance night in Bolton
which the first event will be heard at Bolton
Rugby Club, Avenue St, Bolton on
Weds 26th November. (Contact him direct
for more details)
He can be contacted through his website or
through his myspace.com page which is
http://www.myspace.com/andynpoetry
Samples
PERFECT PLACE
I don't want to wake you
When you're sleeping so quiet
On my shoulder.
I don't want to brush your
Hair back down from your face
Or turn down the stereo.
I don't want to sing in
The rain nor do I want
To sail away into the sunset.
I don't want to close the curtains
And shut out the moon
Shining down on us,
Like we are in the spotlight
Of some imaginary film.
I want to spend
This moment
Alone in thought.
I want to listen
To the cars parking
In the distance.
I want to listen
To the wind
Brush against the trees
Almost like
It was somebody
Gently snoozing.
But most of all
I don't want to wake you
When you're sleeping so quiet
On my shoulder.
PICTURES ON WINDOWSCREENS
When it was frosty
The other night
And condensation
Covered my
Front door window
Somebody painted a picture
On my brother's
Window screen.
It was beautiful,
With a picture of Santa Claus
With a bag in his hand
And two little cats
Sat there staring at him
With pleading eyes.
It was beautiful,
With the detail on his beard
And the manky looks
On the cats
It felt like I was looking
At them in real life.
My brother still brushed them
Away without a second thought.
SNOW GHOST (Co-wrote with Audrey)
Snowflakes cascade to the ground
Before falling onto trees
In a bizarre stop- start pattern
Like a terrible tease
Outside my window.
Snowflakes cascade to my heart
Before melting to a beat.
I remember you
Like the lost heat
Of summer faded.
Snowflakes cascade to the road
Before turning to slush.
I see kids
Kick the mush
Like an unsatisfactory ball.
Snowflakes cascade to my touch
Before playing a tingle
In the soft flesh
Of my fingers
Clenching your ghost.
UNFINISHED MASTERPIECE
Your book is like a
Treasure cove
Full of diamonds,
Shining crystals
And gold laced coins.
Your book is like a
Summer's day
Sitting on a fence
And looking at the
Sun reflecting on the river.
But your book
Is out of season
Out of time
And out of tune.
If you had stopped
Sitting on the fence
Maybe you may have
Finished it.
ANOYMOUS VALIENTINE CARD
If you are clever,
You'll study the handwriting
And think about
The postmark.
If you are pretty clever
You'll look at the grammar
And the mis-spelt
Words about love.
But if you are really clever
You'll think who it could be
And then get
It analysed.
And then discover
I wore glasses.
All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.
Last blog entry
Posted on Sunday 9th November 2008 8:17 pm
This actually is a reprint of a old poem by my god daughter, Elise
from a few years back which I published on a old blog which
I discovered the other day and thought I would share it with you.
“I look to see the
slithering snake
and he starts
hissing
and gets into
a poisonous snake
It turns
Me into a snake”
A snake poem
By Elise aged nearly 8.
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View or make comments. (2 comments)
sarah clark
Sun 16th Nov 2008 10:50
thanx for the comment hun
this ''boundery'' im on about -
is quite...how can i say....
- a shit hole lol
i know ive said it before
but perfect place is a really sweet poem
you seem a lovely gentleman
sez x