I was born in North Kensington, London in 1943, the third child of five and the only boy. We moved to a council estate near Watford when I was six, and - surrounded by woods and fields - I developed an interest in, but not knowledge of, natural history.
My mother left us when I was nine and my father did not really cope well - and with little parental guidance, I started to decline academically as well as personally. Although I loved my junior schoo,l I hated secondry school and couldn't wait to leave a fifteen.
I moved with my wife and two daughters to Rothwell in 1971, attracted by the low price of houses here.
I worked in the engineering industry in Kettering until I retired
I have many hobbies and interests, which is probably why I am not very good at any of them. I play guitar (badly), draw and paint (also badly), I like fishing and love my garden. I also like to read, mostly crime or historical fiction.
I do not regard myself as a poet, but as a man who has written a few poems. I am never sure I will find inspiration to write another or even to finish those that I have started.
If I had a magic wand |
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If I had a magic wandIf I had a magic wand to wave I'd be handsome as can be If I had a magic wand to wave I'd be a billionaire If I had a magic wand to wave I would be very wise If I had a magic wand to wave I would be super fit I have no need of magic wands I'm really not that vain |
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Strictly dumb dancing |
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My daughter is a keen ballroom dancer, her enthusiasm inspired this poem. |
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Strictly dumb dancingI wish that I had learned to dance When I waltz I'm but a fool I've lost all flexibility On quickstep please don't get me started The music sets too great a pace I do quick where I should do slow Argentine tango I'll not try The Latin dances need such flair The jive for me is much too fast And so by the bar I cower |
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The history of you and me |
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I have for a very long time been interested in the evolution of life on this planet. This poem is my attempt to explain, in verse, the origin and evolution of mankind. |
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The history of you and meSettle down and pay attention listen close to me It started many years ago billions in fact There was carbon there were lipids and hydrocarbons too Far below the surface by the deepest ocean floor Or up among the surface amid raging electric storms A little explanation here would not go amiss If to you this seems fantastic then I can but agree And for a billion years or so this was the status quo And now within these organs we have smaller organelles And now these eukaryotes began to specialise One such organelle is most important to our tale The next step in evolution was to colonise the land So by flora and by fauna the land was colonised Now let us jump forward to a million years ago The history of man from here is really well recorded Then in the twentieth century while the world was still at war In the springtime one year later they played 'here comes the bride' Now my stories ended and we're brought right up to date |
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Memories |
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This poem is just a nostalgic look at life in the 1950s. |
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MemoriesI remember long ago The six week summer holiday In autumn we collected wood And on the fifth we burnt the guy Then we sang carols by the score Now I find it such a strain |
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Henri |
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I learned about this man while learning to speak German. I was amazed that someone could achieve so much for the good of mankind and be so unknown. |
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HenriHenri Dunant, a forgotten man Born in Geneva eighteen twenty eight Young Henri grew up a christian devout To improve the lot of young Christian men Then Henri came up with a business idea He intended to speak to Napoleon the third The ground there was littered with wounded or dead Henri immediately began to give aid Back home in Geneva he published a book Henri and some others of similar belief He canvassed the leaders of countries of power Rules were established for countries at war In recognition of all Henri achieved Henri lived on for just nine more years |
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1066 and the Normans |
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Reading historical novels aroused an interest in history - and this poem grew out of that intetest. |
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1066 and the NormansEdward the Confessor died without heirs Harold Godwinson accepted the throne Exiled in Flanders Harold's younger brother Harald Hardrada was the Norwegian king Hardrada and Tostig they plotted and planned So Harold marched north in defence of his crown The battle raged on for most of the day William of Normandy sailed over from France Harold marched south in defence of his right On an October morn battle lines were drawn At Westminister Abbey on Christmas Day Most saxons of titles and lands dispossessed Some northern Saxons had tried to rebel Their livestock was killed towns and villages burned So Norman ruled Saxon with brutal disdain William's reign lasted for twenty one years To Robert his eldest he left Normandy William the Second had good reason for cheer Just who fired the arrow no one would say Henry was quick to claim England's throne But Robert could find no support for his quest Henry took his army to Normandy But princes and dukes were all driven by greed And so it went on for two hundred years And for all the riches and power it may bring |
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Keeping fit |
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Keeping fit'You're getting much too fat' she said And in the mirror what a sight I decide it would be wise What form of exercise to take Boxing's out I will assert Jogging's too hard on the knees I could join a rambling club Now I've decided I should slim A buff young man from overseas He offers then to show me round In my new trainers made by Nike Then, on the rowing machine It felt just like old times again The chiropractor felt my spine At home scant sympathy they show With getting fit I'll persevere |
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