Perry England

Gastonia, North Carolina, USA

Odyssey of Perry 'writer-poet' (age 10); published (local newspapers), pre-college; thru 6 years military (naval cadet) WW-II; post-grad (art-science, law, medicine); psychologist; educator; business-man (import-export); architect, civil-engineer; statesman: honored by Presidents, vice-Presidents, Congress, Senate (awards, gifts, special luncheons, gala dinner-dances); 'full complete Presidential Commission, Republican's highest most coveted award (selfless long-standing work, dedication, sacrifice, achievement); 'Republican National Hall of Honor, 1940 through 1990s: editorials, critiques, articles (local, national, educational; professional weekly, monthly mags); prose, poetry, short-stories, mystery, novels, plays. New Orleans 1953, author-director, "A Christmas Story" (standing-room). Poetry: WOP, ISP, Fine Arts Press, NLP, IPS; 3 Gold, 3 Silver Poet; Bronze medallion, Poetry Academy Beverly Hills; VIP (amenities: stretch-limo, no gratuities, complimentary reserved-table) Milton Berle's 85th birthday bash (charity event), receiving the Poetry Academy Lifetime Achievements Award, 1993.

Mystery Of Life Is Love

What would life be without love?
Like a dark day without light from above,
Like a faded and withered rose,
Or as a dry brook that no longer flows.

Without Love the night would be bleak and long.
Life without Love, would be like a bird without song,
Like the emerald lawn that is parched and dead,
A hearth fire without a glow, a pit of fiery red.

Love knows no bounds, time, nor place.
Love is a song, mystery, a glowing face
Of an aged woman, man, a baby, small child,
As deep as the ocean, knows no bounds, is mild.

Young lovers, with innocence, know love
With flames of passion inspired from above.
Love is forgiving, enduring and ever present
In all beauty of the universe and all that's pleasant.

Life's Plan

The frost came early in the chill of night
With the breath of morning all was white
Spawning another day, another battle to fight.
Would this one be better and everything all right,
A day of pain, quietude, of a day of flight?
God fills each moment with His wonderful Grace
For each of His beloved children the day to face,
To fill a niche with diamonds of dew, each in place
That the void in the mystical universe is not empty space,
But an intricate and fascinating pattern for all to face.

Whispering winds

Whispering winds whisper softly to me.
Do not pine as you call from the tree,
Whisper only kindness to me somehow.
For some, life's so vacant and dreary.
Whisper no thoughts that are weary.
Whispering winds whisper softly to me,
Tell me that someday I shall be free
From a life of mingled pain and sorrow
That there shall be a bright tomorrow.

The Bewitching Sea

The many marvels of the Sea I love
As do her creatures and those above
Who find solace by swooping down for closer looks.
Of the mystical lady, authors have written books.
Through ages men have gone down to the Sea,
Found strange and wonderful things for you and me.
The beautiful bewitching Sea hides us in embrace
To protect us from harm, The Sea is a Lady of grace.

Recesses Of The Mind

The Battlefield of Life runs red with blood
And we must plod along through mire and mud
As smoke clouds of hate and hypocrisy fill the air
Which eventually may lead to agony of despair.