I've been married to my beautiful wife for 29 short years, I am a Father of four beautiful children. (I would say that, I know.) Grandfather to three boys. Age has changed me little, I'm always out for the underdog and I like fair play in all things. I hate Racists, Bigots and Sexists, but I also hate people who just don't get a joke, when it concerns these topics. Other than that I'm just a normal Joe or Craig. I love poetry favourites would be Phil Larkin, Smoky Hoss Eric Cockrell and a few others I'm keeping my eyes on.
I'm not very good at deciphering a poem but I try. My wife Amelda is my all, without her there would be no poetry.
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Craig Anderson Poems
In a world of hate there is a place Where people come together and sing their wares It's not a pub or a townhall clock But a place we meet and discuss affairs.
(nasa Endeavour) They Came Home.
Happy New Year Another Chance.
The end of another year The last as sad as ever The older you get the same they are Except for grandchildrens pleasures
Worn Out Shoes
Along a worn out path Walked a worn out man Over a worn out stile Then a worn out mile
Old Age Doesn'T Come Alone... Not At 53
Where does it come from old age I took my family grandchildren included To the beach today only to find out That people who are unfit are excluded
Time And Tide Wait For No Man
Walking on the sand at twilight A cold easterly wind biting at your face Watching approaching ships come in for unloading Taking up positions in the race.
The Real Her...I Love
I love to see you after a storm With your hair in a mess Mumbling under your breath Wild kicking off of wellingtons
Sting In The Tail
Here we go again! On a Monday too Doing forty miles an hour maybe forty two. I'm always a careful driver where did he come from? Morning sir. L.A.P.D Nice BMW. Hell, you were going like a bomb.
Poets Are Strange
Is it me or are all poets lonely Or seek solitude or like silence To bring the best out of themselves Listening to the wind tell tales.
I don't think I'm the type to write poems I don't know a stanza from Mario Lanza Or an assonance from a disco dance A ballad is neat like salad without meat
I Once Was An American
I remember a time with no fears I remember the times you could feel safe I remember cops were your friends They still are but not in America
As I was slowly passing An orphan's home one day I stopped for just a little while To watch the children play.
Out Of Love
Why do marriages come to and end Is it because the money has ran out Or just the patience Do you hate him or her then do the decent thing.
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''Beauty can not be judged by one man alone.''One man's opinion is his own...but three or five or ten. Recognises beauty.
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In a world of hate there is a place
Where people come together and sing their wares
It's not a pub or a townhall clock
But a place we meet and discuss affairs.
Affairs of the heart yours and mine
Political affairs of the world
Friendships sort and found and many more abound
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