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I live among the Pennine Hills near Holmfirth, West Yorkshire, England, famous for the filming of 'Last of the Summer Wine' TV series. I was, though, born in Nelson, Lancashire. My days are spent writing, arranging and playing music - and also writing poetry. I have played (electric) guitar for many years and I own a collection of these instruments dating back to the 1960's. When asked why I have so many I explain that I intend to sell them all when I grow up. I play all kinds of music but I am frequently requested to play with people who specialise in 1960's era music. With regards to poetry I like to write work inspired by nature although I work with other themes also. I am often accused of being too 'old fashioned' or too 'traditional' but I am able to take it on the chin. "Some people see a great deal and some see very little in the same things" - Thomas Henry Huxley. I particularly enjoy J.R. Kipling and my favourite poem must be his 'The Way Through the Woods'. I don't have any regrets except the one. I would have liked to have written 'Red, red rose', however, R. Burns beat me to it. (I don't seem to be able to find a way to forgive him for that).

  June 2021     1 year ago

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The Poetess Of Heptonstall

This high, half-hidden, churchyard
Where coldness and rain find a home
And the nightfall is welcomed at twilight's...

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Flower Of The Arid Desert

The desert wind fares wild and true
O'er a petaled face
Then scurries round with much ado
And roils from place to place.
Here where sunshine bakes the sand
And dries the dusty air
Here where legends roam the land ,
Where mortals would not...

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My Love Walked In The Garden

My love walked in the garden air
Around the turn of light.
The early morning lingered there
A while, as well it might.
She stole her way across the lawn,
Her dew-steps in her wake;
Silently she faced the dawn
And watched it start to...

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The Hour Of The Ghostly Soul

I saw a ghost out on the land
By the light of day.
Holding out a guiding hand
With just one hour to stay.
I had no fear to walk with him
The quiet waters by;
As calmly traipsing, on a whim,
We talking, he and...

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Nessun Dorma

A gentle hand upon my skin
To balm my sleeping soul within
A fragile brushing 'gainst my face
Adorns my soul with air and grace.
The kindest, mildest, tender touch
Subdues my soul to mind too much
The quaver of my joyful heart
As all my...

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Thank you Soul', I am pleased you enjoyed. Kind regards, Alan

2 years ago

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