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Kevin

Updated: Tue, 14 Feb 2017 07:42 pm

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I've not been writing for long, and have only written a couple of poems up to now.

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Albert Edward Burrows With iron grey ‘tache And eyes of steel Attractive to women Sex appeal A massive frame Chiselled and bold A liking for young ‘uns Although he was old Police were in fear of This man so strong Though they saved him that day From the baying throng He’d married a local A fair maid called Hannah She was much younger The talk of the manor She’d one child already Then soon had another A picture of happiness Father and mother And work, there was plenty He was earning good brass Enough to keep two kids And also the lass The marriage was sham though Nothing was real The moustachioed charmer With so much appeal Had one wife already And bigamy’s a crime Six months in prison He bided his time And the baying crowd They vented their bile But all settled down soon At least for a while The work it dried up And the cash became tight He couldn’t keep two wives Try as he might So did Hannah leave him? That wintery night When she, and her two kids Disappeared from sight And the baying crowd The massing throng Demanded their answers ‘cos something was wrong Where are they now They demanded to know Nobody’s seen them Where did they go? But the moustachioed charmer With so much panache Said they’d come to no harm As he lied through his tache And the baying crowd They vented their bile But all settled down soon At least for a while An old man gets lonely A song must be sung A yearning for young flesh How young, is too young? A small boy went missing A lad of just four The baying crowd Came calling, to Albert’s door Accusations were flying And bad things were said Albert joined in the search Though he knew he was dead. They searched Symmondley Moor To the fore and the aft And they found four dead bodies Down a disused pit shaft Protestations of innocence Claimed, his conscience was clear Not in the area Not even near But the baying crowd They vented their bile The monstrous, murdering Paedophile The baying crowd The massing throng Who’d have thought They were right all along As the townsfolk poured out From the neighbourhood Wishing to lynch him Baying for blood They went the whole hog Nothing by half And they strung the sod up By his very own scarf And the police though they feared him They did cut him loose They spared him the lynch mob But not from the noose Hoist the black flag As the verdict comes in He would not tremble But, he’d hang for his sin Eleven minutes The jury took To find him guilty And close the book He would not tremble At his own deaths knell Albert Burrows Rot in hell

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Matthew Nicholson

Sat 25th Mar 2017 11:28

Hi Kevin

Thank you for the comments on 'A Million Questions Unanswered.'

It was a much longer piece but after numerous edits I managed to work in that surprise element. As you say the friends and family don't often see it coming.

I'm going to be giving it the first read publicly at a local book launch in Stornoway for a mental health charity at start of April. Hopefully I will not fluff my lines.

Matthew

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Ian Whiteley

Wed 22nd Mar 2017 17:14

thanks for the kind comments on 'Bag Of Bones' Kevin - really pleased you liked it. Yes - it can be one tipping point to homelessness - but that one tipping point can be different for many. I am involved with a movement to support the homeless called 'We Shall Overcome' - it is a group of poets and musicians who put on gigs to try to combat austerity - have a look for it on the internet - it is a very eye opening and fulfilling experience to be part of it
cheers
Ian

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keith jeffries

Sat 11th Mar 2017 10:24

We all Watch...............realy good matey. You seem to have the knack of hitting things on the head with appropriate language. Cheers. Keith

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Hazel

Tue 7th Mar 2017 12:58

Of course I'll let you know. I don't go much but sometimes it's good to do other stuff besides your own.
Hazel

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Hazel

Sun 5th Mar 2017 20:56

Hi Kevin, The River of Silence was wrote for my daughters funeral last October, although I didn't read it.
I would love to read some of your stuff at a local open mic if you agree..
Hazel

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