Have some poems in Hertsviewpoint a mental health campaigning charity with personal interview /profile- March 2007. Also in recent Viewpoint winter 2008 with a link to my poetry paperback 'With authentic stains'- poem featured in Viewpoint magazine is 'The new religion''. Also have 69 different poems on this site here right now in 2012.
Also 2 poems in Poetry-Express 25 and 26 editions ... more »
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Peter Vealey Poems
You were a passing ship In the night. At once a momentary delight. (With a shadow of a fright) .
The departure lounge.
Many times, I have been near the departure lounge. Never knew the how or why. Only too near tears to cry.
A precise art?
That place we were. How right it seemed then. The look, the feel of each other. A precise art?
To old lovers anywhere.
I am miles away. Like an old dearly loved obscure song. A different town. A different time.
I was retinkering History Returning, rewriting History. Returning, rewriting As you do.
I`ve been losing things, All my life. Cameras, people, towels, phones Lovers, friends.
You're in my urban world. In the countryside. Lame on the bottom of the bath. Daddy Longlegs.
Passing the baton.
It had to end. We had all this. So absorbed in all our comforts. Photos, framed memories,
Just another suicide song.
Everyword i write here Is a scar. Of the pain. Living without your love.
Old love, cold love. Nothing so wild as Unfolded love. Scolded, unmoulded love.
You came out Of the sky, To help me and keep Me dry.
WHERE DID MY COUNTRY GO?
Where did my country go? Its not here in my garden. The innocence of flowers, weeds and bees. Are unchanging, yet refreshing.
I have a dark side to me. That looks for the soul to see. I have a heart, That will not let the
There it was A parafin coloured shack All locked up and black. Hidden amongst the trees.
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You were a passing ship
In the night.
At once a momentary delight.
(With a shadow of a fright) .
The free untamed spirit of youth!
Scaring the old man in me.
Someone said like fatal attraction.
One could be drawn in.
Better to stay on the straight and narrow.
Might have sounded more honest.
From all you`s.
You became overnite,
Someone i would probably
Never see again.
My attraction to you,
Such things don`t form