Biography of Gary Fellows
This Poet has been writing periodically for the last 20 years. Haling from Salford, Manchester, UK, he now lives in Surrey.
He has recently began collating poems he wrote over the years some of which were ideas for lyrics in his band River Of Life. Most have been written as pure poetry over the years, motivated by events and inspirations.
He tends to write from the heart about personal matters as well as extraneous matters that mean something to him. In essence the poetry is a product of someone who cares about the planet, it's welfare and that of its inhabitants. Not just statements and observations, they often ask questions for the reader to ponder.
He feels that poems should be inspiring and questioning. He is not content to just knock out words about the obvious or merely a reiteration of ones ideology, belief system or world view.
As a writing style, he rarely sets out to write in any particular format, but tends to fall into the style as he formulates the ideas at conception. Commentators have noted a rhythmical style with many of the poems, which the author attributes to the influence of music which he holds with great importance in his life.
Together with newer poems, he has put them in digital form.
Until now, he has generally kept his poetry private. However, he has plucked up the courage to expose his inner thoughts and muses to the scrutiny of others.
This subsequently prompted him to submit some to this website for all to see.
Mark James Warrender Brotherton
Gary Fellows Poems
The Father Who Lost His Son
Did I take a wrong turn Did I lose my way Miss the things that matter Did I fail you without my noticing
Inspired by research into my grandfather's brother, who fell on 9th October 1917. Thought I would submit this today as it is Remeberance Sunday. A harsh breeze blows on their soft faces
A Musical Thought
Hitch Hiking From place to place From time to time Influenced by rhythm
A New Road
Out of the ashes, a burning ember Broken down from May to December Still and quiet, as time doth race 'Til we hitch a ride, to another place
In the dead of night Coughing Catch a cold Catch my breath
Why don’t you just snap out of it? I hear them say to me Pull yourself together they say So I don’t expect empathy
Tv Shows Tv Lows
Dancing, Skating Singing for TV Integrity so void Empty soulless not free
It seems like ages And yet it’s gone so quick It’s so amazing How you just get on with it
Too Hot Two Legs
Yes here she comes All sex and lace A cute round bum And made up face
An Absent Hope
Alone with my thoughts Your absence is like a void. I miss you with all my heart, Is the truth I can’t avoid
The Real Definition Of Goodbye
A very personal expression; I think this one speaks for itself. Goodbye is for now
I think this a yearning for some peace both inner and external. It was another two years before I understood real truth and total peace is still sought today. Like the silence of an open field
Something there is in beauty That beauty should hold me And like the sun Should light and warm me
Here they come Little and large One on four wheels Large pushing its charge
Exit Music For A Biker
Lying and broken
Still and unspoken
Sleepy and weepy
Exit music for me
Sounds and stories whisper
Melodic voices allay my fears
Music in my ears
My exit music I hear