Paul Gerard Reed
Biography of Paul Gerard Reed
All my poems since 2010 are on poemsforlifebypaul.blogspot.com.
I wrote 365 poems between October 2010 and 2011.
I would like to write over 1,000 poems but as I have found numerical challenges usually reduce the quality (if there was any to begin with) .
Inspirations - all poets with a feeling for nature and 'insignificant' things that are actually significant.
Motivations - to express emotions, make people laugh or otherwise connect with the writing emotionally.
Paul Gerard Reed Poems
The Pit Pony
I found out with sadness about your plight Your life lived in perpetual night An underground stable was where you roomed An innocent life entombed
The Day Is Nearly Done
The day is nearly done Unblemished by the works of human hand With gentle push, the sun slips ever lower Beneath horizons, below hilltops, behind houses,
Laughter is the best medicine they say Worth more than any wealth Laughter is a wonderful tonic Not available on the National Health
Drizzle spattered the dark Tyne Running its evening course between waterside lights Jetties and ferry landings The last place of safety before the vast North Sea
As The Morning Breaks
As the morning breaks We go our separate ways But always think of each other; We do our own things
Call To Arms
I am called to arms A thousand times a day To wage this war; And each time I must emerge
Winding rivers of red tail lights Winding away into the night All stuck in a jam and having regret No land speed records being set
Time has grown over these plots Of broken down plinths And ragged headstones With their faded engraving
The Sore Toe
Now he's had a bit of trouble He wanted some help and ‘on the double' He just didn't know which way to go To get some help with his sore big toe
The Old House
I went back to the old house last night The house where I was born Things were just the way they used to be The ‘Scarlet Climber' still on the thorn
My Old Guitar
It has been with me for over forty years Most of that, admittedly in a garage And I never could play it My guitar-playing talent you could rightly disparage;
Mounted in a plastic case Absorbing dull modern light Lay a tiny ribbed coil of stone The ancient ammonite;
Grandsons, you lay young on soft pillow Your contract with the future to make, The inrushing of new thoughts has tired you And running caused your legs to ache,
Rear Window (Starring James Stewart)
It was directed by Hitchcock And he hardly ever blew it
You lay there, waiting for us
In the tranquil sun-sparkled water
Sleepy and embedded
In your stoney hauteur
Sunday morning spilling over you
In all of it's glory
Ice creams and coffee
And a chat and a story