Julian Old
United Kingdom
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My name is Julian Old and I was born in England at a place called Bullford in the year 1969. Being now twenty-eight years old and rapidly approaching twenty-nine, I have always had an interest in poetry and have now been a semifinalist twice in the Amateur Society of Poets competition (this to me has been a great achievement). Other hobbies of mine include all sports, one of which is snooker. I have many trophies and I am helping with the RSPCA. My present occupation is that of a salesman on behalf of Betterware and although not married, I have two sisters both my senior and one niece. I live in Bath. |
God's Greatest GiftElegant graceful her beauty and disguise passionate and bonny her crucial blue eyes fragile - tender - her body and touch, gifted further my her intimidating hill. comforting and canny while in her arms overwhelming the power of her charms, stunning - outstanding - the clothes she wears shiny and sparkly her clean long hair. all features she possesses night and day Leaving her man helpless taking his breath away. admirable - talented all around encouraged by her loveable ways. Nothing compares to the determination she shows her dignity pride and respect she wins reasons why she should be loved more she's a winner for me by a long long score. | Shecaring, loving, this was she fragile and tender her anatomy, welded together by her kiss a sensation not to miss. Soothing and comforting the feel of her hands natures way of showing she understands stunning and elegant her long blonde hair yet nothing compares to the clothes she wears. Passionate and intimidating her crucial blue eyes another part of her overwhelming disguise all reasons why she belongs to me Why she'll always be my destiny | A Normal OccasionHedgetops were shivering. Tree began to cry. Flowers were bowing their heads, It was as if the royals had just arrived. Bare and naked the trees waved their arms Nature was showing us all of its charms Biting wind hurled, whirled and shrieked. Bringing the animals and royals to their feet This had been a most remarkable day For every one in every way Finally winter brought the ceremony to a close It was time for a new era of fresh born cloth. | The TreeAnother tree was crying It's leaves rushed to and throw Before descending just like raindrops Amongst the cold winter snow Towering high like an inferno It stood like a statue, bare and still. A bird landed on its branches, Making it feel warmer, much more secure. Cheered up by its new companion No longer did it stand in pain A new element of life had been given for pride and respect - not pain. |