Biography of Peter Madden
i was Born in the dark ages of 1972 when fashion was scarier than the films of the day, i developed a taste for the weird and unusual at a very young age when i was given at the ripe old age of four a book of hieronymus bosch pictures which used to keep me amused for hours! , shortly later my sister gave me my first book of poetry T.S. Elliots book of practical cats as she had just been made head wardrobe mistress on a new musical in london based it called cats, i loved that book and went onto other things strange and wonderfull and developed a taste for nature, archeaology, history, fantasy novels and collecting pocket watches and keys....
these days im a Published poet, amateur photographer and swords salesman, the creator of the zombie defense league uk, live action role player, founder of the church of garfield and all round general eccentric geek :)
Peter Madden's Works:
im in the following books
hope springs a turtle...rainbow reed
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform (20 Mar 2013)
Forward Poetry Regionals 2011 - A World Of Words - ISBN 9781844185856
A Clock Strikes Thirteen - 9781844185986
Aspects Of Love - A Collection Of Poetry - 9781844186013
Fear Itself - A Collection Of Poetry - 9781844186020
Virtue Or Vice - A Collection Of Poetry - 9781844186037
Poetry Rivals' Collection 2012 - Between The Lines - 9781844186211
Whispers In The Breeze - A Collection Of Poetry - 9781844186280
Into The Shadows - A Collection Of Poetry - 9781844186327
End Of Days - A Collection Of Poetry - 9781844186341
Peter Madden Poems
A Night In A Haunted House
I sit alone in the dark... the clock ticking behind me upon the wall... its sound breaking the suffocating silence only just... like the beating of times relentless heart..
I Want To Go Where Dragons Fly
I want to go where dragons fly, where the unicorns run free, to follow the griffins in the sky, all the way down the the sea,
Child of Sunlight daughter of the falling rain Rainbow is born
I Hear The Screams
I tell you i hear the screams, echoing silently throughout my mind, i plead for you to hear their words, as they whisper in my ear,
seemingly without care for times pendulous fall into deep dark mirrors hidden within your tear filled eyes the heat of my devotion burning my scarred and tired flesh like a moth consumed by the flickering candles unforgiving flame
Fallen kingdom, fallen realm torn apart by pointless hate, the mad and corrupt at the helm, morals in tatters, lying in state,
Down To The Sea
the river flows down to the sea... and i walk along its shores... seeing the dawn over the water... sunrise reflected upon its surface...
Hunter of night gentle paws on forest path shadow in moonlight
Candles In The Night
when your lost, When your alone, and you can see nothing but the darkness, when the shadowy fingers of night reach out, to evelope you in their icy embrace,
A Walk In The Dark
The crackle of fire in the distance.... the smell of smoke in the mist... the moon shinning on frosty leaves.... awakening memories of the past....
The Grandfather Clock
Tick...tock... a sound like the endless beating of a heart
The pain i feel from my wounds hurts not, when compared to the pain in my soul... To be cast from my father, my creator, my reason to be... To be cast down amoungst the savages who doubt his very existance..
The Waiting Room
i sit in the waiting room... my train is late and night is falling... and darkness covers the world outside.. reflections of the room fill the window panes...
A Pain Like Fire
a pain like a fire in my blood... itching and burning me within.. consuming all rational thought... till i weaken to the sin...
The Waiting Room
i sit in the waiting room...
my train is late and night is falling...
and darkness covers the world outside..
reflections of the room fill the window panes...
scenes of time passing by...
wasted moments lost while waiting in that room...
my train is late...