John Carter Brown
Biography of John Carter Brown
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.
John Carter Brown's Works:
I have one poem titled, 'My adopted home' in an anthology called: 'Poets in the South West'. Published by Arrival Press in 1996.
John Carter Brown Poems
A Hole In My Sock
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.
After The Rain
A hush had descended, the air was quite still, Nothing was moving beside the old mill; Nature postponed both it's joys and it's pain, Holding it's breath until after the rain.
A Wise Man
I wish I was a wise man And all the answers knew, The solver of all problems With perfect point of view;
A Poem Lost
As I lay in my bed, unable to sleep I composed a good poem I wanted to keep; It kept going round and around in my head (I should have been bothered to write it all down)
Flame Of Love
Flame of love come near me And let me feel the heat Let me glide above the ground Instead of on my feet;
Poem For V.E. Day
Victory in Europe Fifty years ago; To some it doesn't mean a thing, It happened long ago.
John Brown (An Acrostic)
Jazz is just about the Only type of music that Holds no great interest for me. Neither do I
My liking for life has been stolen, A thief came and took it away; A visitor bent on destruction, A burglar from hell, you might say.
Acrostics (An Acrostic)
Acrostics can be Constructed in a complex way, but Really there's no need. 'Ordinary', or just
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.
August (An Acrostic)
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.
March (An Acrostic)
Melting snow reveals an Altogether more familiar vista, as Rain washes away the last of the freeze; Cold days begin to lengthen slowly, then
What You Say
You say you'll be with me
Come even the end;
You say you will always be
Always my friend;
You say that we two
All through time have to spend
That's what you say.