Denys E. W. Jones
Biography of Denys E. W. Jones
I was born in 1962 in England.Since 1984 I have lived in Genoa, Italy, where I work as an English teacher. Poems by me about Football (Soccer) can be read on www.footballpoets.org. Poems by me against the Iraq war can be read on www.poetsagainstwar.net
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Denys E. W. Jones Poems
The Worst Poem Ever Written
The worst poem ever written. Well, what did you expect? Strikes no chords, hits no buttons, Just leaves you all perplexed.
The Language Of Love
The Language of Love is not taught in our schools. Its grammar and lexis “too hard”, “Too complex” its rules For the average pupil to master.
Cut Your Carbon Footprint!
Climate change has hit the headlines, This year more than ever. Everybody’s wondering: “What’s up with the weather? ”
Our progress through life is marked off by milestones. The first is when we reach the age of ten – We feel so much bigger having hit double figures. The second’s when we turn thirteen –
Burberry Goes To China
In Wales there is a valley, Which isn’t very green. The hills are bare, wild flowers are rare, Trees few and far between.
They Say All Men Are Brothers
They say all men are brothers. They say all cows eat grass.
Against The Grain
I have gone with the flow, I have swum with the tide, Boarded block-booked trains, Enjoyed the ride.
The Theft Outright
This land was theirs before this land was yours. From Eastern Seaboard to the Western Shore. Before the Pilgrims beached at Plymouth Rock, The Redskinned Folk the Bering Strait had crossed.
The Pub Is The Hub
The Church, the Post Office, the Bank, Alright, but the pub is the hub. The Village Hall or Green, the car boot sale,
Love Is Not Love...
Life is long. Love is strong. Flesh is weak. Love is deep.
Do You Think The World Will Notice?
Do you think the world will notice When you are dead and gone? Do you think the grass will cease to grow, The birds give up their song?
Dead Dog Blues
Once I had a dog that wagged its tail. Barked night and day till the neighbours complained. P’lice came round, put the dog down. Dog don’t bark no more.
To The Sleepers
While Amazonia burns, And polar ice-caps melt, Or flood defences burst, You sleep, you sleep.
The Chimes At Midnight
We have heard the chimes at midnight, We have sailed the ocean blue. We have seen the Hanging Gardens, Now what else is left to do?
Eleven Little Questions
Who will buy my sweet, red roses?
Who will read my rhymes?
Who will listen when I speak?
Pass with me the time?
Who’ll come if I throw a party?
Who’ll ask me to theirs?
Who will wipe away my tears,
When I’ve lost my hair?