john coldwell

Rookie - 204 Points (18th June 1948 / Sheffield UK)

john coldwell Poems

1. I Would Be A Poet... 7/11/2009
2. The Journey... 7/13/2009
3. The Supermarket Incident 7/21/2009
4. Under The Tree 7/21/2009
5. Media Studies 8/28/2009
6. The Humble Hymn Book 6/30/2009
7. Remarried 7/4/2009
8. There Is More.. 11/14/2009
9. Love? What Do You Mean..? 11/30/2009
10. Give No Thought For Tomorrow... 2/21/2010
11. La La Land 2/16/2011
12. On The Occasion Of My Sister's Birthday. 4/6/2011
13. Tracking Seabirds... 10/10/2011
14. Let Not The Sun Go Down 10/10/2011
15. Xmas 11/9/2011
16. The Wind 11/19/2011
17. On Remembrance Day 11/19/2011
18. The Courts Of Heaven (Extract) 9/22/2012
19. A Remembrance Day 11/6/2012
20. Sometimes 7/3/2013
21. A Nightly Halloween 10/31/2013
22. A Day In Africa 12/6/2013
23. Since You No Not The Whole Play.. 1/29/2013
24. Obituary 3/2/2016
25. A Walk In The Country 10/16/2016
26. For Brian 11/21/2016
27. The Common Man 3/15/2013
28. A Godless Christmas 12/10/2013
29. Peace 11/17/2011
30. Selection Box 11/6/2011
31. Odd Days. 3/4/2011
32. For Security Purposes... 10/30/2009
33. Not A Miracle... 7/7/2009
34. The Shape Of The Wind... 6/30/2009
35. Idle Thought From My Holiday Resort. 10/1/2009
36. On The River.. 6/30/2009
37. The Atheist 3/15/2010
38. Letting Off Steam 8/16/2011
39. A Funeral 6/8/2013
40. Seasons 10/12/2009

Comments about john coldwell

  • Rhoda Restrick (11/1/2009 1:05:00 PM)

    Wow! I think your poems are great. Does Bethie know about this? She writes poems too

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Best Poem of john coldwell

The Countryside

Don’t forgot the countryside,
With your computer, career and chores.
It goes on in spite of you,
With schemes greater, and more intricate, than yours.

Below, the sunlit dappled earth,
Patterns your willing feet.
Above, the green transparency of leaves,
Stirs the scent of Meadowsweet.

Butterbur, wild garlic and yellow water lily,
All weigh the syrup air,
And call your longing heart to join,
The river's sinuous love affair.

Hear the fish’s footprint plop,
And see the silver sound waves roll,
Across the sky of mystery deep, that ...

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Not A Miracle...

I saw my latest grandchild yesterday
All lagoon eyes and fat little fingers
A perfect beauty in every way
What joy pure time, and chance can bring us.
Just a mindless collision of matter of course,
Because we have proof empirical
Whatever else the little girl is
She is certainly not a miracle

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