Anthony Foster

Anthony Foster Poems

You big and lumbering hairy mate,
What is left that you haven’t chewed?
After wolfing whatever is placed on your plate,
And then you are grovelling for food.


The pale winter sun cast reflections from the wet winter grass,
When we walked down the slope past the brown runny bog,
Reflecting on the cries of men and knights running past,
Some falling wounded and dying in their desperate upward slog,

Dedicated to Ahmad Shiddiqi

Lines of energy pulse gently through the earth,
Golden rays of dawn lightly brush the ground,

Life is about joy and passion,
Not about misery and gloom,
We lose many friends along the way,
So let’s celebrate the people we have known.

We walked up a narrow lane with mossy walls, the hairy one and me,
And when we ventured onto the moor, we were feeling free,
Our footprints take us up the heather clad slope towards the granite Tor,
And a sharp intake of breath the view the view stretching out over the moor.

It was misty and white that Christmas morning,
As we started our climb through the forest,
The dripping green moss scented pines pervading,
Our deepest senses as we walked.

The stillness of the trees,
Bare and gaunt in the winter cold,
The air is still, the forest is quiet,
Waiting for the warmth of spring sunshine.


The beat in my chest catches in my throat,
The unfairness assaults me, my mind‘s in a moat,
I want to smash something, to show how you are so wrong,
The moment is destroyed I want to go I don’t belong,

I have travelled in a circle through France Portugal and Spain,
Perhaps one day in the future I will travel this route again,
A reason for memories no time for great regrets,
Tonight I find myself back home again happy it gets no better than this.

Sandcastles on the Beach.

Sandcastles on the beach Ellen you are such a peach,
Underneath such a friendly sky,

What is this gentle stirring of the landscape?
The vivid green, of pastures newly awake,
After the long cold winters deep sleep freeze,
The gentle Daffodil in the sunlight, cast reflections on the lake,

What a love and joy to see you,
Your blond hair shines in the sun,
Your smile doth capture my heart strings,
We are going to have such fun

We watched the small deer cross the carpet of fresh snow,
The hoof prints were small delicate and neat,
I watched a snowflake melt on the cheek of my love,
Leaving a tear dropp for happy sadness,

Those slabs that men once placed to line the tomb,
A friend, a leader, a king, or perhaps just someone who I wished I had known,
When deserved in eternity so much room,
Looking at the skeleton of a burial long ago,

I want to go and run and bound,
Through the heather like a stag,
To wit this day of rutting,
Freedoms air towards me will be bound.



Flowers cascade down the side of your house,
Reds, Whites and Blues shimmer in the early summer sunshine,

Happy is playing with children toys,
Feeling the wind on your face can chase away the blues,
See the crystals of frost glistening on the trees,
And catch a snowflake on your tongue.

As the cold wind of redundancy blows through the door,
And turmoil and trouble heap up against the threshold,
Dont worry for me or that anymore,
I have a priceless treasure called family.

Oh Ruby Ruby Ruby, your smile that we still see,
Which lights your face like a beacon with the passion of the free?
We know that as you get older when life is not so new,
Will we explore the richness of life’s experience with you, When joy and happiness are balanced, with life the pain and the tears,

A Promise of Autumn

The trees are showing a rich new colour,
Not the colour of death but seasons change,

Anthony Foster Biography

Sometimes inspiration erupts and streams out so good. Other times thoughts and ideas are worked on really hard to ring out what could be a good poem or idea. At the end of the day if people enjoy reading what I write great. If not I will pack it in owing to the lack of interest. I suspect my own family think I am mad anyway, They are all too polite.)

The Best Poem Of Anthony Foster

An Ode To Our Dog

You big and lumbering hairy mate,
What is left that you haven’t chewed?
After wolfing whatever is placed on your plate,
And then you are grovelling for food.

As you sit in the cab of the van,
Watching us enter the store,
We know that it’s safe from any man,
When the hairy one is watching the door

You get us up early in the morning,
By using your wet cold nose,
If the slobbering kiss does not wake us,
You whine with a sweet repose.

You love it when out for the walkies,
Bounding all over the place,
Because we are walking more slowly,
You are forcing a rise in the pace.

Yet when we look into your bright yellow eyes,
And see the love light glow,
Our heart skips a beat and our spirits rise,
Because we love you so.

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