Ann Dulon
Harrogate, UK
Ann DulonHarrogate, UK |
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I was born 6/1/1950 in a little town called Coatbridge about fourteen miles outside Glasgow. I was the fifth child of six with two elder brothers and sisters and a younger brother. I went to various schools in Scotland and England and went to a college of Commerce and Distribution in Glasgow to learn about window dressing. To help me in my chosen career, I even went to Stow College night school. I enjoyed my work in display and fashion. When I came to live in Harrogate in 1982, I worked in a fashion store on the management side of sales. I was also in management at a local supermarket until I became a widow in 1994. This is when I took up writing poetry, it was the only way I could express my grief, through writing and working my way through my feelings. I won an Editors Choice Award in International Poetry for a poem called "A Valentine Wish For Love." I have been runner up in Capricorn Now Poetry Award for "The Visit". I have had twenty poems published in Poetry Now Books but my aim in life is to have my own book of poems published. All I need is a good Publisher who has enough faith in my ability and talent to accept my work. I have been on local radio and in the Harrogate Advertiser since winning those awards. I am hoping somebody out there would sponsor me in my first book to get me started. Now that I am on the Internet, I pray that someone will help me. My other hobbies in life are gardening, embroidery, walking the dog and I do voluntary work at Harrogate Library a few hours a week. |
A Valentine Wish For LoveA picture of beauty, a work of art, One look was all you stole my heart, What can I do what will you say, If I was to ask you, marry me someday, Wanting your love, so happy we would be, Pleading to you on my bended knee, Return my love, be honest if you dare, Accept my proposal, show me you care, Birds would sing, I'd rejoice and dance, This valentine's day, just give me a chance. | Death Has ComeAs I look down upon this white bed, A crowd just standing, nothing is said, Neighbours, friends and relatives I see, Looking at a corpse, that once was me. Sister, brothers, the children I bore, I see them all, yet I breath no more. Try to tell them everything is alright, The death of me, I know was right, My time has come it was meant to be, Now my soul can be, set free. No more anguish to cry a tear, Going to God, there is nothing to fear. | Christmas EveA crisp dry frost in the air, No snow as yet, not anywhere, On this wonderful magical night, Christmas trees shimmer in colourful light, Home by the fire excitement grows, Crackles from logs, the embers glow, Family, friends together at last, Carol singing like all christmases past, Wishes, dreams all children desire, Hanging up stocking before they retire, Will santa remember everything they said, It's christmas eve and early to bed. | The VisitHer eyes fixed at the clock on the wall Desperately waiting for her home help to call Why isn't she here? she is ever so late Is that her now coming in the gate I'm so glad you are here, I began don't worry Don't dash around ---- please don't hurry Sit down lets talk, I'm hungry for company When left all alone, I'm restless so jumpy I enjoy your visits I hold them so dear Why does the time fly when you come here? Children to have, they grow up and they go When you are elderly, they don't want to know All I have left are my memories to keep "Goodbye, take care, see you next week" My life now empty, why do I moan? The house so quiet, I feel so alone. |