Beulagh Bromley
Leyton, London
Beulagh BromleyLeyton, London |
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Born in North East England in 1944, married at 17 and joined the 60's exodus by emigrating to South Africa. I started writing poetry after the breakup of that marriage. In those early years my poems were mainly about love. I remarried in 1974, returned to England 10 years ago and divorced 7 years ago. I have three grown-up children, no longer at home. I work full time as a PA and dedicate my free time writing poetry resulting in a more versatile repertoire. I have been published in four anthologies. |
Food FadsCan you imaging what life was likeIn the days before fast food and curry and rice It was nice I remember the time when we lived without wine And battery reared chickens were new Although life was hard we fried with dripping and lard And skimmed milk and low fat were barred We ate only 'Best Butter', did I hear a low mutter Because if you didn't you were classed as a nutter It was nice Cholesterol aside, I still have mine fried And bread with lashing of butter Fat on my meat and sugary sweets So now I am classed as a nutter It's nice |
A PassionOf stormy sea will you rage for meAnd quench the fires ignited The ebbing tide removes the pain And I am left delighted. Fortune smiles once more for me In the form of a golden honey bee Working hard and industriously Now use your sting and set me free. A gallant death, a soldiers end Letters from a distant friend. A combination of pain and pleasure A collection of memories for all to treasure. | Bus rideThe greyest day becomes transformedWhen 'ere the sun doth shine Serenity and sadness both combine Produce an old and vintaged wine. Peoples faces lined and wrinkled, bored and Some with laughter sprinkled Tell us all great tales of woe and Leave us wondering what they know. We can see and sometimes feel every Turn of life's great wheel And only when we've come full scale Understand the real unreal. |