John Carter Brown

John Carter Brown Poems

1. What You Say 8/15/2012
2. I Got Spots 8/16/2012
3. Picture Of A Little Boy 8/16/2012
4. My Photograph 8/17/2012
5. The Tale Of Thomas Fell 8/16/2012
6. The Sailor And The Market Man 8/17/2012
7. The Car Wouldn't Start 8/17/2012
8. Innocent 8/17/2012
9. How Slow 8/17/2012
10. The Meeting 8/17/2012
11. Soon Be Summer 8/17/2012
12. Ethel Winterbottom 8/19/2012
13. Crazy Tradesmen Rhymes No3 8/20/2012
14. The Ballad Of Norman Jack And Billy 8/22/2012
15. Our Dave 8/22/2012
16. The Old Coal Fire 8/22/2012
17. The Big Thirteen 8/22/2012
18. The Char 8/24/2012
19. Such Sorrow 8/24/2012
20. Limerick 001 8/24/2012
21. Limerick 002 8/24/2012
22. Limerick 003 8/24/2012
23. Frank's Lump 8/24/2012
24. The Ballad Of Ronnie Dunwoody 8/24/2012
25. James Crawford-King Junior 8/21/2012
26. Learning About Chickens 8/21/2012
27. Poem For Jack 8/24/2012
28. The Sunflower 8/25/2012
29. The Great Brown Family Tree 8/25/2012
30. Let's 8/25/2012
31. Dear Shiela 8/25/2012
32. Little Poem 8/25/2012
33. My Genes 8/25/2012
34. 'Lastic Bands 8/25/2012
35. If All 8/25/2012
36. Poem For Karen 8/25/2012
37. Little Kalyn 8/25/2012
38. She's Here Now 8/27/2012
39. Limerick 004 8/27/2012
40. Limerick 005 8/27/2012

Comments about John Carter Brown

  • Kumarmani Mahakul Kumarmani Mahakul (3/18/2019 3:58:00 PM)

    Ob behalf of all fellow poets, PH Family and our Mahakul Family we offer a title of honout to poet John Carter Brown from Wigan, United Kingdom as, 'Cheery Zeitgeist.' This title is offered to him due to his high perseverance and notable contribution to the world literature. From today on ward he will be known as Cheery Zeitgeist John Carter Brown. We hope, all poets, visitors and people will like this.

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  • Kumarmani Mahakul Kumarmani Mahakul (3/2/2019 8:33:00 PM)

    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!

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  • Richard Beevor (5/8/2014 11:16:00 AM)

    a hole in my sock, yes i know that problem well, thanks for a very entertaining poem

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  • Susan Slocumb (4/15/2014 10:50:00 AM)

    I like how this almost follows the rhythm of not a creature was stirring.. nice one.

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  • Smoky Hoss Smoky Hoss (10/31/2012 2:22:00 PM)

    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.

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  • Ellias Anderson Jr. Ellias Anderson Jr. (9/2/2012 1:39:00 AM)

    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.

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Best Poem of John Carter Brown

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.

I put the sock onto my left foot and see
That peeping out there's my big-toe;
This makes me unhappy, because I am sure
That left there, the small hole it must grow.

To effect a solution is easy enough,
So I swap the sock o'er to my right,
Then the known laws of physics get twisted around,
I begin to lose trust in my sight.

I cannot believe what I see on my foot
It seems that...

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Nodding Off

I sit enveloped in my chair,
My limbs relaxed, my work is done;
The radio is droning low,
My eyes are heavy as a ton.
I know the room is occupied,
But sorting voices is a strain;
A ghostly figure passes by,
I think I'm nodding off again.

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