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) .
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.
Perhaps in another world another sun comes up, lighting a different
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.
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,
I gave you violets; you gave me your smile. I gave you elderflower wine;
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
Just as when looking into the sun I am dazzled by pure light, which is invisible, and I only see what is lit
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,
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,
Dos besos (a brief love story)
1 The morning sun warmed the dew from the opening rosebud; a bee visited the fragrant heart of the rose;
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,
My Shopping List
I write my shopping-list in rhyme. It doesn’t take me too much time, and always helps me to remember. (I’ve been doing it since last September.)
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.
So I went where I knew I could find you, and asked you to go on a date,
and you looked quite shy, but you said you would, and I knew it must be fate.
And I looked at you, and you looked at me, and we looked at each other, and then…