Biography of Christopher Tye
Born in Lincolnshire, England. I have always lived in the Lincolnshire.
Music, life & the Lincolnshire countryside are my greastest inspirations.
History, the arts, archaeology, architecture, anthropology, aviation, railways, early & classical music are my main intersts.
I tend to write poems as I think of them. My poems tend to be with-out much ryhme, reason or sturcture as a result.
Christopher Tye Poems
Born out of the heat of volcanoes, Nature's own glass it is so beautiful and rare, So hard it can take an edge sharper than flint, Yet so few of us have heard of it,
O' Death, why have you taken everything I loved, O' Death, why do you keep taking my friends. O' Death, why do you always stand at my side, O' Death, why don't you release me when angels are calling me to heaven,
A Tree Falls
A Tree Falls When a tree falls it is a tragedy, But as with all life it must be,
Wasted Days There are days when I have no fight left in me, When I haven't got any energy left,
Rise Respect yourself, Improve yourself,
Scars from decades of struggles, Countless old wounds remain, Atonement perhaps for my sins, Reminders of old battles won and lost,
Simple Gifts All a man needs is simple gifts, In life it is the simple gifts that can cheer the soul,
The Absent Father
The Absent Father He is just a child, Wondering why he hasn't got a father,
By the babbling brook
By the babbling brook By the babbling brook I rest myself, Watching damsel-flies hovering above the water,
A duck in the snow
A duck in the snow Freshly fallen snow was her favourite thing about winter, Gleaming pure white just like her feathers in the winter sun,
A lament to the Lightning's
A lament to the Lightning's No more will we see your kind again in the skies of Lincolnshire, What's left of you are just airframes scattered in museums,
Out to Lunch
Out to Lunch No calls can I take, No visitors will I see,
Life Humans and trees live the same life, We are just short lived transient beings,
Without love how can we grow as people,
Without love how can than there be hope,
Without love how can than there be life,
Without love how can we have a soul.
By Christopher Tye