Tony Elsby (Poems of life and love)
Leicester-born Tony Elsby trained as a journalist with the Leicester Mercury and was later sports editor of two Leicestershire weeklies.
He gained a broad spectrum of experience on local, regional and national newspapers including the Peterborough Evening Telegraph, Nuneaton Tribune, Sunday Sport and Birmingham Post & Mail in such roles as reporter, feature writer, investigative and ... more »
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Tony Elsby (Poems of life and love) Poems
A Child's Message to the World
One day I sat on Santa's knee, And he asked me what I'd like If perhaps I wanted football boots, Or a brand-new two-wheeled bike,
No journey would be too long, No effort would be too great, No call would go unheard, No sadness would remain uncomforted,
She rode it through the city street, In a mask to fight the smog, Slower than a motor car, But faster than policeman plod.
Would that I could walk with you, Along some distant seashore, Leaving only footprints To mark our passing
A curious and thirsty wasp, So sadly to relate, Happened by my woodland hut And made a big mistake,
Spare The Rod
Pain can be felt in so many ways, Through shattered bones and troubled days, But the pain of lost love, As if not enough
Her birth was long awaited, This little girl called Shelley, Who kicked and rolled and squirmed about, Before departing mummy's belly,
Those lights aren't just there for comfort, Or the sign there is safety ahead, A beacon for the end of a journey, Putting all kinds of duties to rest
The spirit asked if I would share my dreams And she lifted me into the clouds Through the tumult of chaos we passed Leaving anger and dispute in shrouds
What Eats You
The quicksand of love is the deepest I know, Since the Apple and Adam it sucks us in slow And once in its grip we may struggle and shout But emotions entrap and we’ll never climb out.
How well she "flew" did "Memphis Belle", Okay, her carriage was shot, Her ageing back had quite a crack, That pained her such a lot,
Toddlers Wrestling With A Tyre
'This tyre is round, Just like the earth, 'We'll put it on a bike. 'And when we get a bit older, perhaps, 'We'll go look at the world, if you like. ”
Forging A Link
There's no excuse that I can make, I knew it wasn't right, I shouldn't have let temptation, Wreck my youthful life,
A Kiss For Mum
There should have been dancing And hugging, with twirls The day that you blessed us With a precious baby girl
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A Child's Message to the World
One day I sat on Santa's knee,
And he asked me what I'd like
If perhaps I wanted football boots,
Or a brand-new two-wheeled bike,
And I told him he could keep those things,
Cos I had family,
Who'd already seen that Santa's staff,
Would send such things to me.
Instead my wish if Santa Claus,
Could somehow find the time,
Was to send a special message,
As would surely serve mankind,
A message of far-reaching worth,
And alternative ideas to appease,
Those so short-sighted contractors,
Who are felling the rainforest trees.
Which provide ...