Phil Ward

Phil Ward Poems

Their love could not be stronger,
It stood the test of time,
Happiness reigned longer,
The more their lives entwined.
...

On a cold and frosty winters night,
There’s nothing more than I desire
To wrap a blanket good and tight,
Around me sat before the fire,
...

I sit and watch the world go by,
I drink a beer and give a sigh,
I have a smoke and close one eye,
And sit and watch the world go by.
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My heart skips a beat when you turn on your smile,
Cos I haven’t seen you for such a long while,
Those little wrinkles on the side of your nose,
Are the cutest signs of our love that grows?
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Perched high on a cliff overlooking the sea,
A black-headed gull was peering at me,
I’d come to meet some old friends of mine,
At a place that I love where I can be free.
...

John would look in the mirror and stare,
At the thinning of his hair,
Making wishes, needs and wants,
For a thatch upon his bonce.
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Chillaxing on a Sunday morning,
Close my eyes and can’t stop yawning,
Sunny blue skies overhead,
Sunny blue skies in my head,
...

Suddenly our old cat's a spring chicken,
He's leaping about like a kitten,
It seems much more frequent,
The need for some treatment,
...

A most pleasant lunch I ever did,
Was spent at Pately Bridge amid,
The narrow streets and bunting flags,
Remnants of those cycling lads,
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I'm not sure if it's fact or rumour,
Queen Victoria lost her humour,
Deciding one day she refused,
All attempts to be amused.
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It's a Sunday morning bright and fair
and Christians wander off to mass,
Lining pews all singing where
sunbeams pierce stained window glass.
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Its ruddy freezing in February our road outside is a sheet of ice,
We live at the bottom of a long steep hill, that’s significant and normally nice,
But there’s a car in our front garden it happens about once a year,
I said to the wife have you seen the Mercedes?
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Tap tap, tapping,
The persistent tapping of rain on my window ledge,
Or was it the door?
Was it rain drops or the man next door?
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There's a lady I know loves Chablis,
"It just slips down" she says, very happily,
By the fifth glass,
She's flat on her back,
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When I was a baby I couldn't talk,
Give a few months and I managed a squawk
I learnt the few words you taught me to say,
You encouraged my learning every day,
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If I eat my carrots can I see in the dark?
If I finish my spinach can I wrestle a shark?
If I eat all my crusts will my hair grow curly?
If I don't eat sweets will my teeth stay pearly?
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I don’t have to tell you what happened next,
I walked into an ambush it wasn’t my fault,
Strolling the prom with a big bag of chips,
That’s when it commenced ‘The Seagull Assault’.
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Ronald was flying on cloud nine,
He had the winning bid,
He always wanted a Burberry Mac,
Ever since he was a kid.
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Two trees were talking in a wood,
Don't say it! You're thinking if they could?
Concerned about their acorns and,
The blessed squirrel's sneaky hand,
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My Mother told me when I was ten,
I'd be mature at twelve and then,
Hair would leap out of my chin,
From little pores within my skin,
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Phil Ward Biography

There aren’t many poets that would write a whole book on humorous poetry. The Bright Side of the Coin, ISBN 978-0-9575136-0-0. You’re reading about a light hearted author who likes to see the funny side of life. In book shops the shelves are full to bursting with serious poetry and although that sort of poetry has its place the funny stuff seems to have taken a back seat. I found that it is the funny poetry that got me interested in the deeper verse. So, read it, give it a try. You won’t like everything you read but I’m willing to bet that some of them will make you laugh. If the poems won’t make you smile maybe the illustrations will. Please don’t read my poetry if you’re returning from a funeral or if you have a headache. These are not the times to try and laugh. Give it a few minutes.)

The Best Poem Of Phil Ward

Life’s Twists And Turns

Their love could not be stronger,
It stood the test of time,
Happiness reigned longer,
The more their lives entwined.

They even looked alike some said,
From kids when they first met,
And it was no surprise they wed,
A simple life beset.

For thirty years of bliss till now,
The children had flown the nest,
Precious extra time’ll allow,
The pursuit of other interests.

Inevitability took its course,
And indeed their ways did part,
The lack of understanding forced,
Separation thoughts to start.

Their combined assets weren’t enough,
To find another place,
So times in future will be tough,
Austerity to face.

Then thoughts of self preservation,
And what is all involved,
With elaborate plan creation,
To get the whole thing solved.

The neighbours know the problem,
And offer to help out,
With appeals of fairness to them,
And not to scream and shout.

Eventually things turn sour,
She’s no longer there,
They’re worried by the hour,
The police search everywhere.

He claims she just walked out,
Packed a case and went,
The neighbours seem to doubt,
That it was a non event.

There’s now a lot of pressure,
He has to let them know,
Somehow to reassure,
And to make the rumours go.

He’s off to go and find her,
And bring her back you see,
To offer a reminder,
Of how things used to be.

To quell the allegation,
Of the people and the press,
And restore his reputation,
Most of all reduce the stress.

She returned alone one day,
He was nowhere to be seen,
It kept the poisoned talk at bay,
From things that might have been.

For many years she lived there,
He never did dropp by,
Devoid of friendship and of care,
Maybe he had just died.

She never ever saw him,
The rumours went away,
Life was now worth living,
Parties, work and play.

He got just what she wanted,
He was a devious rat,
Thanks to the plastic surgeon,
Who took care of all of that.

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