Tyron Allbright
West Chadsmoor, Cannock Staffs, UK
Tyron AllbrightWest Chadsmoor, Cannock Staffs, UK |
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Hello my name is Tyron Allbright. I was born in the Midlands. I would like to class myself as just an ordinary backstage sort of a person, who has a great fondness for pets. I have always experienced great pleasure working the land and wood carving, until an injury to my hand led me to the path of poetry. And out of sheer frustration, a new door opened up for me. I had some work published (which amazed me because I had never written before.) Then came a constant stream of published work, to which I would like to express sincere thanks to the International Library of Poetry, and Forward Press Ltd. for their encouragement which led me here. I would like to think my poetry puts across the message of equality for all races and a productive, creative life to each and everyone who shares God's world. |
Remember Methe bread is my body, that we breakfollow me, and pick up your torcher stake the wine is my blood, to save God's children it will be shed remember me when you drink the wine, and break the bread the commandments are for God's children, that live on the land the tree of life, with love in command lead a productive life, there will be rejection and pain stay with the tree of life, and one day we shall meet again a saviour of all God's children, I shall be the great forgiver, you will reach God through me |
Sculptured Lifeforget not the ones, who touched your lifewho painted sunshine, or clouds of strife and rainbows that shone, with love and care a pair of hands, that would help and share the little dreams, that were made come true the twisting paths straightened, by a golden few as a sculptured life, goes passing by the shouldered teardrops of a cry the saintly caress of hearts of true the blessings of real love, are passed to you as eyes of wisdom, open for you to see place gently back on the world, what was given free look not upon flowered grave with a teardrop in the eye for an empty feeling deep inside, will always ask the reason why |
Justification Equality CharityGentle hands of justification, do serve with their toila table dressed in kings ransom, ye sweated riches of the soul God fearing heart of love, your foresight is cruel yet kind your guidance shall hunger feed off, and strengthen heart and mind the soul that feedeth paper, your wisdom wrapped in pearl shall feed a generation on, whence from the womb they do unfurl |
Poverty and AfflictionBlessed is that torcher stake, dressed in strange disguisea spiritual sword of affliction, that shapes the sculptured wise let faith and conviction fight, to hold a straightened line behold the mysteries of thy sculpture, in a likeness of thine |
The Lord's Prayerseek diligence in your prayer, seek grace to make you wholepass down to kith and kin, what shall not enslave their soul abundant creative love, shall weigh heavy on the bough a ripened spiritual fruit, shall ease the burdened brow
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Lovewhen two hearts pull together, love is so alive.like a flower nurtured by sun and rain, to survive, the seeds from this flower, shall find rain and sun. born of two hearts, that became one. |
Skin Deepthe angels sang in harmony, relief was the sighno more burdened hearts, with the unequal cry equality had been found, a blessing from above the day the world found out, there was no colour in love |
God's Tender Handthe meadows and the moor lands, the wildflower seeks a quiet placethe surprises of great beauty, paint a smile upon the face the mysterious beauty, a dressing of colour on the land lovingly kept in order, by God's tender hand |
All poems Copyright © 1997 Tyron Allbright. All rights reserved.