John Carter Brown


John Carter Brown
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Lancashire lad, born and bred. Twice married, and with 5 children. Educated at Secondary Modern, but left in 1965 with no academic qualifications-(they were not mandatory back then) Moved to Somerset in 1990, then took a GCSE in English in 1994 (out of curiosity) and passed with a Grade B. This then spurred me on to have a go at writing poetry, which I have been doing, sporadically ever since. I moved back to Wigan in 2000.

My main hobbies are: Listening to music (I also play guitar, and have written a few songs): Gardening; Reading; Walking, and Photography.

Uncomplicated poetry from an uncomplicated man. I hope you enjoy my work. more »

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,381 Points Richard Beevor (5/8/2014 11:16:00 AM)

    a hole in my sock, yes i know that problem well, thanks for a very entertaining poem

  • Rookie Susan Slocumb (4/15/2014 10:50:00 AM)

    I like how this almost follows the rhythm of not a creature was stirring.. nice one.

  • Silver Star - 3,395 Points Smoky Hoss (10/31/2012 2:22:00 PM)

    If you want to read some genuinely good poems, that will make you glad you did, read John's! Very enjoyable, a pleasure to read, always. So many of them have made my dad brighter and better.

  • Rookie - 264 Points Ellias Anderson Jr. (9/2/2012 1:39:00 AM)

    well dear John the poems those you write are the funniest and the cutesiest works when ever i have read. your arts contain fragrant nice stories that just make smile on our lips. thank you because of your brilliant works.
    My best regrades Sir John Carter Brown.

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Best Poem of John Carter Brown

A Hole In My Sock

I've noticed, again, a small hole in my sock
And there's something I don't understand:
It puzzles me greatly, I'm baffled, and so
On this subject I now should expand.

I put the sock onto my left foot and see
That peeping out there's my big-toe;
This makes me unhappy, because I am sure
That left there, the small hole it must grow.

To effect a solution is easy enough,
So I swap the sock o'er to my right,
Then the known laws of physics get twisted around,
I begin to lose trust in my sight.

I cannot believe what I see on my foot
It seems that...

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