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
Another Year Passes
Another year passes The old man is sitting in his armchair, Looking out of the window,
Rise Respect yourself, Improve yourself,
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,
The Four Seasons
The Four Seasons Slowly life begins again, Petite snowdrops the first sign of spring,
Letter Letters sent home from the front, Envelopes carrying priceless letters,
Kits Kits of all sorts of things from planes to trains, Imagineering the completed model while looking at a pile of sprue's,
Chase Chasing money is no life to live, Honest man are rarely rich with money,
Ships Slipping out of harbour at dawn, Heading out to sea past the headlands,
Old Socks -new-
Old Socks Old and threadbare, Lasted me for decades,
I Am The Best -new-
I Am The Best Invincible self-belief.
Wasted Days There are days when I have no fight left in me, When I haven't got any energy left,
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,
Scars from decades of struggles, Countless old wounds remain, Atonement perhaps for my sins, Reminders of old battles won and lost,
Rain Rain decending from the heavens, A gift from God and the clouds for all life on earth,
The Humble Snail
The Humble Snail
You are always overlooked,
You are disliked by gardeners,
You are just seen as food by the birds.
Yet if we took time to look at your ilk, what would we see?
Would we see all your different species,
Would we see the marvel of nature that you are,