Pamela Ann Frances Crane
I have been writing poetry since I was seven years old, but rarely published any until recently. In 2012 a poem I wrote for ComputerActive magazine won me the unique prize of publication plus a very funny cartoon portrait on their Letters page! Since the Millennium I have enjoyed the discipline of Haiku and Senryu (in English of course) and had a few of these published by the British Haiku Society. Lately the poems have lengthened again, spurred on by my local Writers Club in Llandudno, North Wales, whose bi-monthly magazine The Moving Finger I edit and publish; and 'the best of me' is on my website at revpamcrane.weebly.com. The site title is The Adventurous Astrologer; the deeply ... more »
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Pamela Ann Frances Crane Poems
Beware! Secure your hard hat. Danger lurks in the flat Field and fresh air!
Carefree Anglo-Irish Cycling Song
‘Tis a lovely Sunday mornin’ makes me glad to be alive, ‘Tis the kind of misty mornin’ when the scents o’ summer thrive! O the fish is up an’ the milk is up, an’ the rest they lie abed, While I’m ridin’ down the seaside with a singin’ in my head!
The Silver Lining
“... a silver lining to every cloud.” I heard you say the words aloud As you lay dying. By the bed A cup of water; overhead
I wandered, lonely, as a cloud Of loose balloons above the fair Carried the colours of the crowd Into the blue and steamy air;
We are the men who bring the trains... Tunnelling, tunnelling... We are the blokes who clear the drains Tunnelling, tunnelling...
Clouds On The Horizon
The clouds on the horizon Are the spirits of the Bison And they bellow in the thunder With a fury at the plunder
I wandered, lonely as a cloud Of smoke outside a cancer ward Where cigarettes are not allowed, And wondered where the drugs were stored.
The Ballad Of Uncle George
Uncle George was very smelly, Bright of eye and vast of belly, Moving like a mighty jelly Through the sea of our surprise.
What a boom! Crack of doom - Every room Is quaking
Oh it’s fun to be a little hypochondriac! Oh it’s fine to want to lie around in bed! It’s delightful to be lazy lying on your back, To be comforted and cosseted and fed,
One day which never existed, God in solitary rage surprised Himself with a Thought
Just A Minute!
“Just a Minute on ‘Silver Lining’; Sixty seconds, and starting now! ” “On showery days when the sun is shining, A thunder cloud with a beetle brow
Rediscovering Rabbit Week
Does he think? Too small to be real, bearing A marked resemblance to the trousered rabbit; Apparently knitted,
Spawned in a constellation Deep in the heart of space A wayward alien nation Grew to a master race.
Comments about Pamela Ann Frances Crane
Secure your hard hat.
Danger lurks in the flat
Field and fresh air!
Don’t go near the water.
A man and his daughter
Are drowning there!
Everything you eat
Can kill you. Horsemeat
Only the thin look great.
Say you are size eight
Whatever you wear.
Losing your self-esteem
When Following your Dream.
Kids must cope alone
While you are on your phone
With stuff to share.
Trends that are so last year.
Insist on ...