I spent the first ten years of life in the small village of Crowle, before moving to the steel town of Scunthorpe, North Lincolnshire. Leaving school, a variety of jobs followed, including tea boy on a building site, labouring to bricklayers and plasterers, periods of industrial painting, platelayer, sand blaster and factory work.
I spent around ten years on mainland Europe, working wherever ... more »
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K.C. Ford Poems
Odd One Out
My life is a mess, I've done everything wrong, on the urge of a moment I sing the wrong song.
Pharaoh's and Pyramids
Out of the sands the stones gathered, block on block rose a celestial stair that centuries of desert winds did not destroy the mausoleum of kings.
It all comes down to this, a stone above my head declaring birth and date of death. It all comes down to a mound of earth
A Wise Word
A wise word expressed when a hard hand expected, ensures the child chastised and repetition corrected.
The rim of the curved earth anchors my feet. and the business of men occupies my hands, But something beyond daily trivia
In this endless cycle of fashion, the poets rise in praise of whatever is the moments craze, chanting words with pompous passion.
The face is gnarled and full of wear, The eyes are pools of gathered time, as frail the body forward leans extending arm and hand to task,
If one day you recall my name, And if by chance this page revealed, then read these thoughts, walk through words lightly, as we through summer strolled,
There is no Time
There is no time today to do what can be done tomorrow too, but as tomorrow never comes, perhaps I'll rearange my sums.
Drug induced sleep Deceives watching eyes Gathered around the dying bed that you pass peacefully into oblivion.
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Odd One Out
My life is a mess,
I've done everything wrong,
on the urge of a moment
I sing the wrong song.
I sing what is sung
to a different tune,
when I sing the sun,
and they the moon.
I guess I'm just odd,
or is that unique,
as I always stand out,
outside of the clique.
The many are more
in a crowd or a throng,
and I am just me
singing my song