Biography of Alan Gilbert
I was born in Southampton England in 1946. Went to school and college in Exeter and gained my degree at The Open University. I started writing poetry in 1983 and to date have published three books. I now am living back in Southampton.
Alan Gilbert's Works:
All That Rhymes With Love.
Love is a Dreamer.
The Echo of Heartbeats.
Alan Gilbert Poems
Brown eyes won’t you tell me What is it that you seek? What is that echo in your voice I hear each time we speak.
Candy Candy you're a heartful The child of a gypsy star,
The Ballad Of Pacos Pete
It was a slow dog day At the end of May In the silver star saloon. The place was as bleak
The city's heart beats through the night The arteries still oozing blood, That trickles through the urban streets To meet the dawn and be a flood.
You took my hands Though they were cold, Redeemed my body Young for old.
How Wonderful The Night
How wonderful the night When long felt passions meet, The touch of silk on silk Caressing hands and feet.
You're the poison in the marrow You're the harbingers of war, Like a pestilence upon us You're the oil on the shore.
Reflected In Blue Eyes
As stars reflected clear in crystal pools Dance as evening breezes stir the air, So your eyes as mirrors of your heart Sparkle with the love that's burning there.
The Silence Was Bliss
Tami and Jason were born to be lovers Met in the park in games with the others, When he first saw her smile Their story began
The Saturday Kid
I was the Saturday kid Who lived for the movies, That magic arena Where fantasies play.
Where Are They Now?
Where are they now the brave men The strong men that built the world, The gruff and seldom shave men When industry was first unfurled.
Ways She Is
As child, she comes with impish grin And teases me at start of day, Then reaching, takes me by the hand Urging me to come and play.
Was it you that day in Memphis Dressed in robes of deep azure, When Cleopatra’s gilded barge Came dipping by the Nil’s shore.
Young Branigan's lass Had a heart for the chasing, Laughing her way through The men of the town.
Brown eyes won’t you tell me
What is it that you seek?
What is that echo in your voice
I hear each time we speak.
Why is your gaze so wistful
When looking at your star,
Are you hoping for the answers
To find out who you are.