Married villages emptied to the call. Young single men from well-worn towns Changed from suits and flat caps to khaki. They changed their hob nailed working boots…
Before I start, please don't ask me for my email address. I only contact fellow poets to comment on their poems, and only on Poemhunter. Thank you. It's about time I added a biography, a bit late I know. A biography is defined as the course of a persons life. I prefer a patchwork weaved over time. My patchwork has many colours. Work is one, a former management accountant, a black and white one, activities another, time is another, relationships and space another. My activities are the colour blue, I have flown light aircraft and gliders in a pale blue sky. I have dived the deep blue oceans, and snorkelled with pilot whales off Lanzarote, another blue. I was the training officer for Hounslow BSAC and taught many people to dive. It had its ups and downs. If I were a cat I would have lost 4 of my 9 lives diving. One to a shark in the Bahamas and 3 equipment failures. One at 38 metres, one at 22 metres and one at 10 metres. Climbing another life lost falling, luckily landing on a ledge, that's grey, the colour of rock. Brown another falling down the stairs at home and one off a ladder. That's at least 7! I've been widowed, my lovely wife Tina died in 2012, that colour is black. Green is my love of the countryside and identifying trees and wild plants, and red my passion for music and my clarinet. Clara my yellow Labrador has to be the colour yellow. Now sadly passed away (6/5/2006-10/2/2021) . So, that's my biography, my patchwork of life!)
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They came home bloody, battered and bruised The flower of youth have now grown old They have that 1000 yard stare from hard battle And have seen things no man should ever see…
Christmas can be tough When you spend it all alone So I'll close my eyes…
Final cockpit check All clear above and behind Seems to have been missed
I spied a blackbird with its jaunty hopping gait Gathering twigs, then stopping, tilting its head To one side to listen for worms in order to grate. With its fondness of litter lea…
Here in the valley where the river runs through, Mist may swirl over houses and factories during Mild winter months. You rise up above the valley And you can see where the mist wan…
The old wooden box Decayed looking at the sun, Its maple lid…
Minds in reflection On past history Of shredded paper Well-loved books now read…
Nearly two hundred years have gone by When a man left these shores to die In foreign lands he did go, but on his way He landed in Lulworth Cove for a day.…
Somewhere under the frozen earth Beneath the snow so deep Lay a soldier born of humble birth Somewhere under the frozen earth…
I remember when I was young When fine Christmas Carols would be sung I'd go to bed with such sweet dreams Of presents and toys and all that gleams…
The farmer phoned this morning With news of our bird And it's all so depressing The worst I have heard…
The mad drive to the shops Cars driving bumper to bumper Pulling out all the stops Driver in front brakes, I bump her.…
A Merry Christmas To all of you reading this And Happy New Year Now make the Christmas spirit,…
We didn't go abroad this year, we had our summer holiday Here in the UK where it had rained all summer long. We scuba dived in the sea but it was dead, devoid of all Life; we walke…
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