Charlotte Peters Rock
Biography of Charlotte Peters Rock
Poet who writes both poetry and songs about world history and what happened today. She has travelled extensively and was twice invited to Saratov University on the Volga in Russian Federation. The second time, to the Saratov University Conference of the National Association of teachers of English from across the Russian Federation
Charlotte Peters Rock's Works:
Time Travel - Along The Silk Route
Time Travel - Celts Romans & Vikings
Time Travel - America
Living in the World
Charlotte Peters Rock Poems
Care For The Elderly - A Conference
They gather in the Greeting Place A smaller flock than once expected Still elated - out from work and office
Green as hanging heliconia beneath the rosy moonlight chattering incessantly out loud
The Great Grey Bird
A darker shape Flapping lazy through the further clouds The great grey bird
I want to sleep in the dorm, where the backpackers sleep, and to laugh and to joke and to tell tales of woe, and to catch midnight buses, where backpackers go, and to scrimp and to pinch every penny with them.
White haired and gay in London with that determination born of fleeing from Vienna A Jew breaking up her life
Exchange And Mart
His high profile made The Qualities. On one arm a graceful woman Tucked in close another photograph woman doppleganger - and his first
Don'T Give Methat Stuff About Global War...
Don't give me that stuff about Global Warming If harnessing protons and neutrons is easy Let's harness the warming to heat up our house To put in a runabout - use in a lorry
Lugh Raven and spear and the longhanded Lugh like Odin equipped into fear
she wasn't Temper - violent Children - various Colour - brown
Aeltje Boelens Mother of twins Wife to Jacob Dirkszoon de Graeff Honoured Mayor of Amsterdam
Carry The Banner
Managing doormat in rose-coloured glasses shock of grey hair and a simpering smile Snowy net curtains whose pattern surpasses
I Never Meant To Make Him Go
He loved them most those people arguing at night He heard them fight and - frightened - cried
Down amongst the terraced houses sturdy Mrs Batchelor.. No..sturdy isn't quite the word to choose Sturdier than slimmer maybe
The Place Outside
Its always there The place outside The garden or The wilderness
Edward, blinded by her light,
slithered into shade she made.
Little Teddy. Her delight.
She, perforce, must be obeyed.
Grown to manhood. In his prime.
Mind left wandering aside.
She 'the mother'. He 'the child'.
She to nag him, as he lied.