Biography of Jerry Buckley
As William Matthews so aptly observed, most published poems fall into one of four basic categories:
1. I had a nice, almost religious day in the woods
2. We're not getting any younger
3. Sure is cold and lonely without you (or with you)
4. Sadness and happiness are but two sides of
same coin: and in any case the coin is
'too soon spent and on we know not what'.
I'd have to admit most of my poetic attempts have fallen neatly into one of the above-mentioned categories. Not blessed with an over-abundance of immagination, I have to go with what I know: rhythmic and figurative language infused with splatterings of the more blatant poetic devices.
I began writing poetry somewhere along mid-life and have kept in-play almost fifty, one-page poems and the manuscript for an allegorical novel about victory and atonement; 'Roll The Gospel Chariot' Visit my blog site for a sneak preview: http: //rollthegospelchariot.blogspot.com/
If it doesn't flow, please let me know.
Jerry Buckley Poems
Staged in neat horizontal rows: Linear. Like so many Bradford pear trees Beaming out at us from the 'Society' section of the Sunday newspaper Complete with full frontal smiles betraying idealism grafted onto ignorance
In the blinking of an eye Lost my equilibrium whenever you walked by Scarcely could have been foreseen Bewitched me when you twitched your nose at me
Before Adam's first election Must have been the thought of Eve Nothing less than pure perfection Sould he so easily deceive
Before Adam's first election
Must have been the thought of Eve
Nothing less than pure perfection
Sould he so easily deceive
Before Cain fain claimed his brother
There was gain and thus defeat
Before Jacob conned his feeble father
and Issac took that bite to eat