Biography of Len Webster
Len Webster says his main claim to fame was becoming the first person ever to be attacked by a monkey in a Smethwick street. The trauma was not enough to prevent him from travelling widely..though he continued to hold a deep grudge against monkeys!
Len Webster's Works:
' Lone Wolf: a memoir.. ' Kates Hill Press,2012 (ISBN 9781 904552 420) . Copies (£7-20p, including postage & packing) from: The Kates Hill Press,39 Cowley Drive, Dudley, DY1 2SS, UK.
''Hell-Riders' & Other Stories' (Times, Singapore,1994)
' Flight from the Sibyl ' (Limited Edition,1993)
'Beneath The Blue Moon' (Times, Singapore,1992)
'The Turban-Wallah: a tale of Little India' (OUP,1984)
'Behind the Painted Veil' (Outposts Publications,1972)
Len Webster Poems
Len Webster's 'Childhood Is...'
Childhood Is when the world to come is an adventure to be met
The Chief Executive Speaks
he's there grey hair balding on the stage facing the rows
Locked in their minds, hidden behind masks, books carry their own lives with them, lives in ranks,
he grew old worrying about being old not expecting to reach this age-old problem
Farewell To Oldbury Grammar School
Piled high among the ruins of leaving, The shattered hopes and wasted dreams, The age-old, dated books and wicked papers That forced the countless ones to sweat in summer;
On Her 18th. Birthday
A kind of poetry in the telling and a hint of fear in the eye but inside a sense of adventure waiting to happen.
The Visiting Linguist
He was judged by the old university to be A man about whom nothing bad could be said And all of his colleagues were certain that he Knew enough about words to deserve a degree
Len Webster's 'she's The Boss'
She's the boss. Purring, snaring Many with that smiling, feline countenance. She rubs her words against you, a tiger waiting to pounce. When SHE smiles near, everyone wonders
Len Webster's 'The Photograph'
I stare at the picture: my father at thirteen. The boy who saved the day, keeping goal for the school team.
Since genes were discovered the trendy, wilful young have unwittingly set out to prove
On The Rubbish Dump Of A Century
They were the cheated generation: Young between two wars Then trapped in promises Of better times to come,
This poem is about a man Who always had a reason For being unhappy.
Len Webster's 'Old Age'
Old age is When the winter is never-ending And bones groan through
This is the city of which we sang, Of which we were encouraged to dream, For which our hearts each missed a beat As we thought of the mushroom clouds.
Unseated At Clent
When Grandad fell off the horse
spluttering the event
into family history.
No-one was hurt,
but his pride.