Biography of John Wathen
I was born in a little mining town in South Wales quite a few years ago. I started writing poetry when I was about 17.Some of my poems are very personal, covering events in my life while others I hope, are humourous.I'm never going to be a Poet Laureate but as long as I enjoy writing them who cares.My approach to poetry is simple, I believe that the vast majority of people are frightened by the language a lot of poets use. Poets who seemed to have swallowed a dictionary and use words that most people have never heard of and certainly would never use. I try to keep my poems simple so people find them easy to read. I welcome any comments good, bad or indifferent.
R J Wathen
John Wathen Poems
I am a poor old fairy, from the top of the christmas tree. And as you enjoy yourselves this Christmas, spare a thought for me.
Not all cats are fat cats, some are thin and lean. Some have eyes of deepest brown, while others eyes are green.
When We First Met.
When we first met, I loved you red. Fire and passion in my bed. With passing years,
Sitting in the cafe, with a cup of tea and pie, Looking at the car park, gazing at the sky.
How often can you put on a brave face? Because this one is wearing thin. This mask of indifference I'm showing, is slowly crumbling in.
Its been told in lots of stories, even written down in verse, that in a Hedgehog v Cortina fight, the hedgehog comes off worse.
I Want To Be An Essex Driver
I want to be an Essex driver and drive my car so fast and leave others in my slipstream as I go tearing past
On the battlefield of love you captured me. You chained my desires and tore apart my soul. In dungeons you imprisoned my spirit. In solitary confinement, you tortured me,
Mr. Average Englishman
Mr. average Englishman is racist, he doesn't mean to be. Its just that he feels so superior, to people like you and me.
The Cat And The Mouse
Said the Cat to the Mouse ' will you come to my house and join me in some tea'? Said the Mouse to the Cat ' if I did that, I'm afraid that your tea would be me'. 'Oh no! ' said the Cat ' I would'nt do that, I'm not completely lacking in feeling'. 'I have some fresh bread and jam, a nice piece of ham, and a cup of the finest Darjeeling'.
I am a local hero, my exploits are world wide. When our team won the F.A. Cup, I was the captain of the side.
Cold Cold Winter
I can't stand the cold, cold winter. The rain. The sleet. The snow. I need the sun upon my back, so its towards the South I go.
I suppose that strictly speaking, pigs can't really fly, and you 'd never get a camel through a needles eye.
What can you do if you lose my trust? What can be done if you abuse my trust?
Not all cats are fat cats,
some are thin and lean.
Some have eyes of deepest brown,
while others eyes are green.
Some have tails curled over their back,
others tails are small.
Except for the poor old Manx cat,
who has no tail at all.