Biography of ANDREW BLAKEMORE
Andrew Blakemore BA (Hons) was born in 1966. The youngest of three sons, Andrew always had a passion for art and music. He began to write songs and verse. Andrew graduated in Music in the year 1999, having studied with the Open University. In the year 2001 he turned his hand to writing poetry. Some of which were published in his local church newsletter and were well received. This encouraged Andrew to keep writing. Andrew has now written well over 1000 poems. In 2007, he published 'The Wonder is You' a complete anthology of his poems. This book features all of his completed works up until the end of the year 2006. It contains 440 poems in total. In the year 2007 Andrew was made a featured poet with forwardpress with his poem 'I wrote her name upon the sand' chosen as their poem of the month for July. In 2009 Andrew published a collection of poems called 'Aurora' and it contains 423 new works. In 2012 he published further collections of poems called 'Reflections' 'Evening Skies' 'Riddian Bridge and 'Willow Strands' which are currently only available in Kindle format from Amazon. If you wish you may follow Andrew on twitter ablakemorepoet
ANDREW BLAKEMORE's Works:
'THE WONDER IS YOU' ISBN 978-1-4259-9304-7
'AURORA' ISBN 978-1-4389-2500-4
'EVENING SKIES' KINDLE
'RIDDIAN BRIDGE' KINDLE
'WILLOW STRANDS' KINDLE
ANDREW BLAKEMORE Poems
I Wrote Her Name Upon The Sand
I walked along the shoreline As the ocean looked so blue, The seagulls called upon the wind Above me as they flew,
As sun rose in the early dawn And skies were lit with gold, I saw the clouds go passing by And watched my dreams unfold,
All Through The Barren Winter
All through the barren winter I have waited for this day, To see the signs of springtime With its colours on display,
A Part Of Me Died With You
I still remember heartache like I'd never felt before, With every hour that passes by I miss you more and more,
A Child Upon The Doorstep Weeps
A child upon the doorstep weeps ignored from passers-by, She wipes away her lonely tears With sagging woollen sleeve,
The sweet scented flowers of pink are now blooming And telling the land that the springtime is here, For soft and like velvet their petals are glowing I've waited a lifetime to see them appear.
A Country Boy At Heart
I want to climb the hillsides And to see each wondrous view, And find the peace I long for there It's all I wish to do,
If We Could Live Forever
If we could live forever How much wiser would we be? Would we have grown accustomed To the suffering we see?
A View From The Park Bench
Upon this old familiar bench From which I've spent a time or two, Just gazing at the sky above And watching chestnut trees,
A Kindly Word
A kindly word if you should please Don't wave the blade without relent, No hate nor scorn that cuts me through And has no space for sentiment.
I look upon the blossom sky Like spring afar the colours shine, Above the darkened summits Of this wild and rugged land,
As The Roses Turned To Brown
I saw the last light ending Of the love I'd treasured long, The birds that rested in the trees No longer had a song,
And Angel Wings Shall Beat No More
For when two hearts do fall in love The sun will shine in skies above, When flowers bloom and colours glow And crystal streams will gently flow.
As seeds blow from the dandelions Across the fallow field, They sail upon the autumn breeze Like parachutes they go,
Across The Field
Across the field I once did stare
Towards the woodland that was there
I felt the cold of autumn air
And saw leaves upon the ground.
The early morning was so still
As sunlight rose above the hill
And began to warm the morning chill
But it couldn't warm my heart.