Victory in Europe
Fifty years ago;
To some it doesn't mean a thing,
It happened long ago.
...
Jazz is just about the
Only type of music that
Holds no great interest for me.
Neither do I
...
I wish I was a wise man
And all the answers knew,
The solver of all problems
With perfect point of view;
...
Acrostics can be
Constructed in a complex way, but
Really there's no need.
'Ordinary', or just
...
I've noticed, again, a small hole in my sock
And there's something I don't understand:
It puzzles me greatly, I'm baffled, and so
On this subject I now should expand.
...
Oh vitamin B, how I've missed you,
My body has long been bereft
Of your strange but miraculous power
To keep a man healthy and blessed.
...
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Today you're eleven
That's nine add on two.
...
As the draught blew in
Underneath the ragged-edged door, and
Gales raged outside,
Upturning the garden furniture,
...
I'm addicted to Liquorice Allsorts
That sugary gem of a sweet, and
Unless I take serious hold of myself
The whole of the pack I will eat.
...
Melting snow reveals an
Altogether more familiar vista, as
Rain washes away the last of the freeze;
Cold days begin to lengthen slowly, then
...
Blue blue skies, as
Lovely as they be, cannot
Upstage the beauty of the
Eyes you turn to me.
...
Pretty as a picture
In her brand new summer dress;
Not that she is interested,
Kids love to make a mess.
...
I hate it when I sneeze, these days,
It lifts my fringe, my curls, my greys;
It blasts my ears and rattles my head,
But at least it gets me out of bed.
...
A little friend came to visit one day
And I said, 'Fancy that! '
He said his name was Stanley,
I said, 'How come you're flat? '
...
I used to know a fellow in the farming trade,
You could always tell his chickens
By the eggs they laid;
They were small like him
...
The Anglo-Saxon idiom
Is a tax upon the brain
I mean, just what have cats and dogs
To do with heavy rain?
...
December again, and
Every child is looking forward to
Christmas, and the presents yet to come;
Easter is well in the past, and the
...
Thursday - or Thor's day, if we
Have to be correct about it, is an
Unusual name for just a
Regular day of the week; the
...
Friday always makes me smile, I
Really love this time of the week, and
If asked to choose which, of all
Days, is my favourite, my
...
Lancashire lad, born and bred. Twice married, and with 5 children. Educated at Secondary Modern, but left in 1965 with no academic qualifications-(they were not mandatory back then) Moved to Somerset in 1990, then took a GCSE in English in 1994 (out of curiosity) and passed with a Grade B. This then spurred me on to have a go at writing poetry, which I have been doing, sporadically ever since. I moved back to Wigan in 2000. My main hobbies are: Listening to music (I also play guitar, and have written a few songs) : Gardening; Reading; Walking, and Photography. Uncomplicated poetry from an uncomplicated man. I hope you enjoy my work.)
Poem For V.E. Day
Victory in Europe
Fifty years ago;
To some it doesn't mean a thing,
It happened long ago.
It's just a thing they talk about,
Those old men down the street;
Todays kids cannot understand,
They never felt the heat.
They never knew the torment,
The heartache, pain and death;
They've never seen a soldier
That's fighting for his breath.
The victory in Europe
Was certainly hard won
For who lost a brother,
A father or a son;
For men who gave the ultimate
Upon some foreign land;
A poppy for a head-stone
Now growing in the sand.
This victory in Europe
About which now I write,
It made me free,
I'm glad I didn't have to go and fight.
I'm thankful that those old men,
The ones still living yet
Keep talking of V.E. day,
And won't let us forget.
Written May 1995
If you want to read some genuinely good poems, that will make you glad you did, read John's! Very enjoyable, a pleasure to read, always. So many of them have made my dad brighter and better.
Sir, after reading some of your fabulous work I cannot work out why you like mine, but I thank you all the same. jack wren
The poems I've read are interesting and well written. Simple as that.
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John Carter Brown is a brilliant and multi-talented poet who writes many nice poems with metaphor, humor and fun directly from his social and natural experiences. I know him since 2014 and I like his poems. His high skill of poetry writing is well reflected in his poems. He finds beauty of growing roses from ashes and gives the essence of success with fragrance. He is a dazzling icon in the sky of literature. I am wishing him all the best for his perseverance. May God bring fortune for him!
a hole in my sock, yes i know that problem well, thanks for a very entertaining poem
I like how this almost follows the rhythm of not a creature was stirring.. nice one.
well dear John the poems those you write are the funniest and the cutesiest works when ever i have read. your arts contain fragrant nice stories that just make smile on our lips. thank you because of your brilliant works. My best regrades Sir John Carter Brown.