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Peter Asher

Updated: Sun, 22 Jun 2014 10:18 pm

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Born in 1950's Leicester, lived in the mountains of Wales for 37 years now resident in deepest darkest Mid wales, Stapleton near Presteigne to be precise. I’ve been writing since the early 70’s. A number of my poems have been published by the University of Wales in ‘Planet’ and others in ‘Country Quest’ also an article on Capability Brown published in ‘Country Quest’ Most recent publication (Dec 2011 & March 2012) is in 'SmallWord' an 'Allographic' publication based in Cambridge.


---------------------------------------------- E-BAYER BLUES I wait for paperings And corrugations Alternate between patience And anticipation In the folds of days There is never a ninth fold When thoughts are turning An arrival is there here In a jiffy ---------------------------------------------

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Saturday 01 February 2014

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9:00pm at 44b Princes Street, Oxford, OX4 1DD, GB

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Yvonne Brunton

Mon 12th Mar 2012 02:15

Hi Peter
I've had a quick go at your first lines maketh a new poem

Carol Ann Duffy ‘First lines only’

Doo wah diddy diddy, Baby Love, Oh, Pretty Woman
The little people on the radio are picking on me
They see me always as a flickering figure
There are not enough faces. Your own gapes back
Today I am going to kill something, anything
No I don’t remember the thing itself
Firstly I changed my name
Wear dark glasses in the rain

Those early mercenaries it made them ill
Somewhere at the other side of this dark night
At the turn of the river, the language changes
After I no longer speak they break our fingers
Then with their hands they would break bread

Today we have a poet in the class
Imagine living in a small dark city for 20 years.
Things get away from one.

Rearranged by Yvonne Brunton

perhaps I ought to get out more too!

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Yvonne Brunton

Sun 11th Mar 2012 23:40

Thank you

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Yvonne Brunton

Sun 11th Mar 2012 20:37

Hmm sounds interesting did you select for meaning or meaning and metre?

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Yvonne Brunton

Sun 11th Mar 2012 01:35

Hi Peter
Thanks for your comment on 'The Kiss'

I know your 'Found Poem' doesn't really qualify as a true cento - maybe you have created a new genre!
Have you ever attemted a cento? Me No. But you have set me wondering. I suppose using a long target poem would give more material from which to select phrases etc for the new work.

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jean lucy thompson

Sun 6th Nov 2011 22:10

Thanks Peter for your comments Like your poetry very much Just read Wild Cat and the photo well; I can relate with that I carried a poor cat off the main road to a safe place The memory of it is still with me

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Charlotte Henson

Fri 28th Oct 2011 11:06

Thanks Peter :)

Sylvia Plath is wonderful, i'm a massive fan. i'm not a fan of her husband, partly because i just don't like his poetry, and partly because i believe he contributed to her suicide.

Patricia and Stefan Wilde

Mon 26th Sep 2011 23:47

Hi Peter.

appreciated your correctly
descriptive comments
of the feelings
put to the reader/s of my poem-

thank you so much.

Camille Ralphs

Fri 23rd Sep 2011 11:51

Hi Peter, thanks for your comment! It's good to know somebody agrees with me.

By the by, I really like your poem 'Hares' - it has a very Ted Hughes-esque firmness which is hard to come by in a lot of poetry.

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Sat 27th Aug 2011 16:44

Hi Peter, loved reading the 'Hedgehog' poem not sure about picture though, it did scare me when i first looked.... ;-Z

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Thu 4th Aug 2011 23:10

When I say entertaining, I don't mean in a ha ha ha way - I mean in an enjoyable read way. I like poetry that I can understand - I like the way you looked back at the experience of a child, through an adult's eyes - I just connected with it. There is so much poetry that you have to bash over the head with a shovel to get the meaning from it. Sometimes it is nice just to read an experience expressed in a wry and amusing way. I didn't pick up on the plagiarism allusion. I just thought you were likening yourself to someone base and I liked the biblical allusion.

Yes poetry from our youth can seem naive. We are hopefully improving all the time. I cringe now at poetry I wrote 5 years ago.

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