Biography of John Knight
My name is John Knight I was born in Liverpool - The City of Culture in 1933. We have many fine Poets like Roger McGough and Mucisians like the Beatles and the Liverpool Philharmonic. It was great City to be brought up in. 'Scoucers' are very articulate and we have produced the best comedian in the World - Ken Dodd still going strong at 80! I am a Research Scientist - Biochemistry and a Lecturer. I have three children and eight grandchildren. I am interested in Art, Music, Poetry and Languages and Foreign Travel. I am interetsed in Science Fiction and the Spiritual Dimension.
John Knight's Works:
Nuffield A Level Science - Food Science (1968) . Mycological Chemistry - PhD Thesis - Nottingham University (1965) . Heart Drugs - ICI Publication for Schools (1968) . A New England Dream (Lulu 2007) . Third Planet from Alturia (SF - Self Published 2008) . America Unzipped - 25 States (Self Published 2002) America Unwrapped - Another 25 States (Self Published 2008) . A Pigment of my Imagination - Life of Edgar James Knight (Self Published 2006) Pure as Crystal - Strong as Steel - Life of Stephen James Knight (Self Published 2009) Dedicated to God and Science - Life of John Arthur Knight (Self Published 2005) . Alaskan Adventure (Self published 2008) The Baltic Saga (Self Published 2009) .
John Knight Poems
The Art Of True Love
The Art of Love is not to be confused with the Act of Making Love. The latter can sometimes be merely physical (especially for men) the former is Spiritual and involves the Heart the Mind and the Spirit.
A Special Kind Of Lady
How much do i appreciate you - My Special Lady? Let me count the ways the whys and the wherefores.
My April Love is always in my heart My April Love from me will ne'er depart. She always brings the 'Joy of Spring' to me, My April Love forever mine will be!
*655 God Is Great
O Mighty God - when I observe the wonder Of Nature's wealth created by your power I see the clouds - the lightning and the thunder Ensuing storm and sweet refreshing shower.
*701 Inequality Of Life
This poem is written in a classical form - OTTAVA RIMA. There are eight iambic lines. In this poem I have used iambic pentameter - ten syllables per line. There is a very strict rhyming pattern giving the poem vibrance and flow. a b a b a b c c then d e d e d e f f etc. I see trees of green and red roses bloom The air is so fresh and the sky is so blue
*903 Beautiful Attitudes
Jesus Bar-Joseph - itinerant preacher From Nazareth - a Master Carpenter. When he was about thirty he left his job Selected a mixed group of companions
In The Silence Of The Night
In the silence of the night I will come to you In the silence of the night I will lie with you
Angels Watching Over You And Me
Angels of high order Are called the SERAPHIM They daily discourse with the Lord And daily in complete accord
1124 I Thought About You Today
I thought about you today I thought about your lovely smile I thought about the fragrance that surrounds you I thought about the softness of your skin
*600 A Letter From God
IM SENDING YOU A NOTE TO TELL YOU How much I love and care for you I watched over you all through today And all the day before too
1120 - Sisters Of Poemhunter
Sisters - look gently into the mirror You are glorious - Oh yes we can see Your complexions are so so beautiful Your eyes are the windows of your souls
Harp Of Gold
Almost Heaven a solo harp al fresco! Britten and Handel and Hildreth the Clocks, Timperley's Clock Museum in Colchester. Lucy Waterford harpiste extraordinaire,
*904 My Sleeping Children
This poem is dedicated to all Parents and Potential Parents. It is written as 'Blank Verse' in pseudo Sonnet Form. Forteen lines - each an iambic hexameter (12 syllables to each line) divided into Eight Lines of statement - and an aswering Six Lines. There is no RHYME. All Ladies are not priviledged to be Mothers All Men are not chosen to be Fathers.
*910 Touch Me Tenderly
You touch my finger tips and my heart is a glow Your lips caress my lips - and makes our love flow. Touch is a wonderful outpouring of love Like the rest of our senses a gift from above.
My Brother In Heaven
I can't recover.
The occasion after it's experienced,
The time after it's moved on,
The presence after the demise.
I can remember.
The occasions we shared,
The times we spent together,
The presence of a very special person.