Gary Fellows

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This Poet has been writing periodically for the last 20 years. Haling from Salford, Manchester, UK, he now lives in Surrey. He has recently began collating poems he wrote over the years some of which were ideas for lyrics in his band River Of Life. Most have been written as pure poetry over the years, motivated by events and inspirations. He tends to write from the heart about personal matters as well as extraneous matters that mean something to him. In essence the poetry is a product of someone who cares about the planet, it's welfare and that of its inhabitants. Not just statements and observations, they often ask questions for the reader to ponder. He feels that poems should be inspiring and questioning. He is not content to just knock out words about the obvious or merely a reiteration of ones ideology, belief system or world view. As a writing style, he rarely sets out to write in any particular format, but tends to fall into the style as he formulates the ideas at conception. Commentators have noted a rhythmical style with many of the poems, which the author attributes to the influence of music which he holds with great importance in his life. Together with newer poems, he has put them in digital form. Until now, he has generally kept his poetry private. However, he has plucked up the courage to expose his inner thoughts and muses to the scrutiny of others. This subsequently prompted him to submit some to this website for all to see. Mark James Warrender Brotherton)

The Best Poem Of Gary Fellows

The Father Who Lost His Son

Did I take a wrong turn
Did I lose my way
Miss the things that matter
Did I fail you without my noticing
Not know what matters most
Or what is important in life
Did I lose you
In some crowded street
In a dense wood
In a sea of tranquillity
Fail to notice you missing
Or fail to seek you out

Did you get yourself lost
Not tell me where you were
Stay away too long
Did the time just pass you by
Fail to tell me how you were
Or forget until too late
Or was it something worse
Something too tragic to share
Some kind of illness
Was it despair that halted you
From telling me what’s wrong
So bad and so chilling

Or is it that you cannot say
Because of something far worse
Something that prevents you
From uttering a single word
That something being death
That came your way so quick
No it was nothing of the sort
You’re very much alive
But still I’m left grieving
And asking where I went wrong
How my son ended up that way
From innocent baby and boy
To the monster that you now are


An insight into a hypothetical scenario inspired by some real life cases
(November 2008)

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