Biography of George Howard
I was born the son of a Yorkshire Coal Hewer, in the heart of the West Yorkshire Coal fields.
I schooled at Ferrybridge Infants, Junior and then Primary. I then moved on to Pontefract Secondary Boys School, before escaping to Castleford Technical High School.
My passion was Football [Soccer to you Yanks], I ate, slept and lived it, and it was my virtual universe. Then I met girls, and everything went swiftly down hill from there on in. [just joking! ].
While I was at school my favourite subjects were Art and Technical drawing, and I obtained top qualifications in both. This led to my Technical drawing teacher threatening to have me hung drawn and quartered, for signing up for a job with British Telecoms, as an Engineer.
Many, at times exciting, years later, I have returned to the fold so to speak, like the proverbial Prodigal son. I now find I have time to do the things I enjoy. Watercolour painting and constructing pictures, using other mediums. Writing, poetry and a novel in the pipe line. I really enjoy writing, and seeing others enjoy my work. I also like the criticism; it keeps one focused and alert! Nothing like a little mental swordsmanship, to keep one on one’s toes!
Anyway we’ll see what I can achieve, before I ‘move on’.
George Howard's Works:
Poetry from a Tangled Mind ISBN978-1-4457-3384-5
George Howard Poems
It's A Fish's Life
Swim fish, swim! swim for your life! The fisherman's coming you're tea for his wife! Swim fish, swim! your fastest yet, You must swim quickly, to avoid his big net!
A Chronological Mistake
By GeorgeHoward 05.2010 Epochs tumble into the hedgerows of time, Leaving me gasping, memories of loves sublime. Of friendships true as Eros’ arrows, timeless bonds.
I Lost A Love Tonight
I lost a love tonight I am rent asunder! No crueller words ‘Et tu, Brute? ’ I have taken her staff
Try And Try Again
When it seems your life has 'bottomed out', When it seems like love can't seek you out, When everything you try, falls through, When every road you take, hits 'dead end'.
The Ballad Of Mary O'Hara
She was a Lancashire lass born and bred, Pleasing to the eye, destined to the mills, it is said.
A Fragile Jewel
By GeorgeHoward 06.2010 I take up the fragile Jewel unsure. My hands are ridiculous, rough, cut, but clean!
Fun In The City
By GeorgeHoward 05.2010 Passing doors of torturous din, Glancing through at the sheep within.
By GeorgeHoward 04.2010 One day some strangers passed by this way, They took stock of our planet, and laid down our DNA.
What A Difference The Day Makes
By GeorgeHoward 07.2010 It was only two a.m., went to bed with a good intention. I would wake up early with a head full of invention.
Thinking About It
By George Howard 05.2010 As I sit here contemplating my navel, The only thing that comes forth is fluff. Where does that come from? Tell me if you’re able.
The Time Is Near
By GeorgeHoward 05.2010 When I look at all the hurt and anger in the world. I sometimes despair. All the lies and deceit, in the name of religion and injustice, which in itself becomes unjust. Evil is like a red hot poker, sometimes, you can see it, sometimes you can feel it near.
By GeorgeHoward 05.2010 Oh to lay me down in fields of golden wheat prostrate, Watching cotton clouds across azure blue skies abate.
Days Of Lemonade And Motherdie [queen An...
Days of lemonade and Motherdie [Queen Ann Lace] By GeorgeHoward 06.2010
Before I Leave
I walked in her shadow unseen and unknown, I watched her move softly with grace all alone, My heart dancing quickstep, in presence not, I surround her, I follow, I enter her sleep,
If time does catch you by the elbow, do you turn?
No! Cast your mind onto the sea of future.
Set sail for unknown ports, across life's oceans.
Be not afraid of what's left behind! Face the beast Present.
Listen carefully, to hear the secret, the secret sought by many,
The secret captured by few.
The way is strewn with the souls of ‘turned' men.
Falter not, across the abyss of failure, for to fail, is but to start again!
And to start again, is to live! To fail and turn, is to die,