Biography of jeff newnham
i write what I feel & what I see, I read Shelley 'Queen Mab' is a favourite, also I like Corso Ginsberg, Of course I read more than poetry, any reading can stimulate the brain!
jeff newnham's Works:
jeff newnham Poems
On The Road A Recovery Poem
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What's In A Name
Whats in a name Better than a pep pill
Labels? I don't need anymore labels I have enough self-inflicted In life you're pigeon holed, into this, into that. If you try to do anything different, you're a freak you're ostracized.
A City Escape
There's beauty here hidden deep Within the concrete & the brick Sometimes it's hard to find Within the swells of city life
All life can start and end here Here people hear all and treat all So precious from the start
Through My Eyes
Through My Eyes I see versions of myself in the eyes of all I see In the black eyes of the drunks,
For Micheal Gove
Who will protect history from the lies Of jingoistic ministers? Who glory in War, its victims who laid dying & bleeding through Mans inventions
Sometimes its clear like a mountain stream Sometimes its gloomy grey, a fog adrift at sea Sometime it’s a spark a shared moment, the child in me Its the brightness of a fresh morning
I was playing “Poets hitchhiking on the highway” today With my granddaughter Lilli Mae
What's The Mad? 2
It’s always there, always haunting Always at the corner, in the front. The MAD tells us what we need
Muse, you’re much more than a peer. You are what anyone should aspire to be. Your inspiration is without peer. You’re a peer unto yourself a peer that's worth more than wealth.
I can regret nothing. If I did everything I experienced would a lie. I can learn new lessons and I've learned my lessons well, and I've made some mistakes can't you tell? My mistakes have at times been my lessons, but to regret them would place me in a hell! I've just escaped from one you see I have.
I'm a recovering Rochester boy recovering from the choices I made Some memories haunt me
A poet sits open mouthed in shock The future‘s gone The future’s lost Every day the news becomes more and
Labels? I don't need anymore labels
I have enough self-inflicted
In life you're pigeon holed, into this, into that.
If you try to do anything different, you're a freak you're ostracized.
Man says I'm a rock, I can withstand anything you throw at me, but without love he is brought to his knees.
That's truth feels the man, but love also has its pains, in arrival and departure.
Love and hate are energies close in nature.
So powerful, love can ruin lives, as can hate.