Biography of Paul Hansford
I am an ex-teacher (of all ages from 3 to 18) , and a member of a Poetry Workshop group - so I have to write at least once a month! You will find all kinds of poetry here, extracted from many years of writing. There are set forms and free, humorous, serious, romantic... so if you keep looking you should find something you like! I have self-published 2 books which sell locally (at least covering my expenses) , and am working towards a third. Some individual pieces have been printed in magazines and newspapers (including the Daily Mail) , I have been invited to read my work at the Cheltenham Festival of Literature, and have won a couple of prizes for my poetry.
Paul Hansford's Works:
Testing a Theory
Paul Hansford Poems
*how To Critique A Poem
If you read somebody’s poem and it makes you want to say, “I think this piece is wonderful; it really made my day, ” just go ahead and say it – feedback like this is good, but saying WHY you like it will please them (well, it should) .
Perhaps in another world another sun comes up, lighting a different
For Mel (Villanelle)
The one who should have lived has gone so fast. The old ones, in their dotage, linger on – they, with no future, live only in the past.
After The Stroke
This is my husband, my mother said to the nurse with pride, only she meant me. Everyone in the day-room knew
The First Time
I was only seventeen, and you were about the same, and I knew nothing about you – I barely knew your name. But I looked at you, and you looked at me, and we looked at each other, and then… I knew, the first time you smiled at me, I wanted to see you again.
I gave you violets; you gave me your smile. I gave you elderflower wine;
A Poem About Recycling
My ultimate ambition in life is to be recycled. When I die I shall not be put with the newspapers, plastic bottles,
Guard Of Honour (Rondeau Redoublé)
(An RAF officer helps to carry the coffin of Diana, Princess of Wales, to the plane for return to England.) The burden I bear is more heavy than lead. The physical weight is a thing that I share,
Just as when looking into the sun I am dazzled by pure light, which is invisible, and I only see what is lit
Driving On Auto-Pilot
Called out of a staff meeting, I was told my mother was on the point of death. Searching in the regulations, the secretary told me
Reflection (A Palindromic Poem)
Still waters, deep, surface like glass reflecting green above; and below are trees, sky, shadows, leaves, sunlight,
A Few Limericks (Serious/Satirical)
They were going to start a new life; childhood sweethearts become man and wife. But a drunken stag-night ended up in a fight,
A Poem About Laterality
Why does the right hand get all the good jobs, like greeting visiting dignitaries (such a pleasure) , or blowing farewell kisses to the one you love
Stand there, he told me. Look up, try not to move. So I stood there while he painted me in half-profile,
You, Young Girls...
You, young girls, whose faces,
if I try hard, alone, of a night,
I can recall, though your names
are more difficult,
exist, so to speak,
in the parallel universe of my mind,
as I once was,
or as you would have liked me to be,