Biography of Mark Curtis
Always had an interest in joining words and making rhymes...my gramma is rubbish so i have to rely on friends to check it: -)
Former Coal Miner, now IT Specialist but just loves Boxing and basically any other sport.
Mark Curtis's Works:
None published but a few created for person's close to me.
Mark Curtis Poems
For you a poem, verse or even riddle, To play your heart strings like a fiddle. Increase the rate of rhythmic beats, Will be the greatest of all feats.
I write about things, i find funny, an overdraft and still no money, On old man on his mobile phone,
Press Up Teacher
A thing that’s always puzzled me, how strict a teacher would you be? I think i have a good idea, read on below, would i be near?
My memories of you, are never sad, I'd like to share some with you Dad. You never ceased to make me laugh,
Guess The Sport
A follower of sport i claim to be, apart from this, it’s so dreary. Charging, screening illegal blocking,
Home Sweet Gym
Work is over for the day, the Boxing Club I make my way. Smell of sweat in lights so dim, welcome to my home sweet gym.
Phone calls you no longer return, your mind made up i can not turn. Email and texts assume rejected, i suffer much, you’re unaffected.
I like to lose myself in your eyes, I like the ones that shine not cries. I like it when you hold my hand, I like it when you say “that’s grand”.
My dearest darling Olive Oil, I hope this don't make your blood boil. Spare me some you time, that I can spend, to prove I am aa actual friend? I want to win back all your trust, don't make me wait until I rust. I know I need just one more chance; this time won't be a merry dance.
A Girl Can Clout
Can women really fight? Or do they dream they think they might? If all you need is to be brave,
Described As A Flower
Can you be described as a bunch of flowers? Of course you can, cos I have the powers. Hair from Vidal, streaks of yellow daffodil,
This girl is hard to satisfy, just take a look and you’ll see why? What make of man, wins this queen of Hearts? It’s simple, a man of seven parts.
Converyor Belt Of Life
Where we’re born we have no say, Conveyor starts you’re on the way. Infancy years the belts slow pace,
Mum's A Hero
This poem is a bout a friend's mother who beat breast cancer and separation: Take no offence, don’t call me dumb, this poem I write, is about your mum.
The Lonely Tree
Stare out at a the lonely tree,
My mind it forms a memory.
Gentle breeze moves left then right,
Reminds me of a once fought plight.
The branches shape a closed pair of arms,
To open wide receive your charms.
Sun attached to leaves like glue,
Seem stained with tears from eyes once blue.
Solid base a trunk so firm,