Biography of Neil Crawford
I began writing poetry at school(many years ago) - we had a teacher who encouraged us.I continued into my college years.I did nothing with them(there was no 'Poemhunter' in those days) .
When I left work I started a creative writing course under Gladys Mary Cole(a well respected poet, biographer and novelist) here in Liverpool.I contributed to the 'Piazza Poets' anthology and took part in readings to promote the collection.
I am a regular member of the 'Inklings Group'in the city.
I had been on the verge of throwing out my poems but decided to rewrite them instead after I discovered Bukowski.My early work was 'stripped down' and made less verbose - 'leaner and meaner' you might say.
Recently poetry had taken a back seat as I am completing my second novel but one or two have been written in the past few weeks.
I have also contributed pieces to the Poetry Forward
Major influences include the Merseybeat Poets(Adrian Henri, Brian Patten, Roger McGough) .
Others include Auden, D.H.Lawrence as well as the 'Thomases'(Dylan, R.S.and Edward) .
I welcome any constructive criticism of any piece I may put on this excellent website.
Neil Crawford's Works:
'The Piazza Poets' - Anthology edited by Gladys Mary Coles ISBN: 978 1 902096 69 8 (Headland Press)
'The Colour Of War' - Forward Poetry
'Poetry Rivals' (In Mind and Heart) Edited by Donna Samworth, Forward Poetry ISBN: 978-184418-592-4
'Poetry Rivals' (Life's Footseps) Edited by Forward Poetry Editors ISBN: 978-184418-552-8
First Collection 'Mouthpeace' published 2015 (Available from poet)
Won award for poem 'Brought Home' - award presented by Michael Morpurgo
Neil Crawford Poems
Word Association Exercise
Moon - Glow - Worm - Grave - DEATH Rose- Thorn - Cut - Bleed - DEATH
A dour, a sour, a glowering man caught in his umpteenth April shower.
I Do Okay
Two Latin ladies snap themselves outside the Cavern Club. To them it's the shot of a lifetime,
From A Hotel Balcony
Kitchen assistant in white cap and coverall, powder blue pinny, clicky clacky catering clogs, is late...again.
Cement - that's 'See Meant' S for 'Sierra' E for 'Echo'
A life held together with regret is a kind of net cast backwards through time. It drags forth for perusal the flotsam
A Briton Becomes Continental
White drapes partly drawn to reveal the tilted slats of an off cream blind. Sun limbos through to caress
Two walking sticks, two pairs of dark glasses, two faces puffed up from
Future Shock (A Very Short, Sci-Fi Tale)
The android soldier set down its weapon and, facing its human commander, resolutely refused to obey.
Diocletian ran the known world from his cabbage patch in Split. Officially retired, he would sit in that garden, dispensing advice.
Human River (Street Scene)
Jumkies, flunkies, cheeky monkies, boozies, floozies, 'non too choosies', buskers, tuskers, 'out of luck sirs', bruisers, cruisers, ten time losers,
Ballast From A 'shipwreck'
Here, on this whim, rests my wilful monolith its roots in webs of tangled style.
Scene On A Bay
The cormorant in its plunging moment, its fish seeking victory, fixed as a tiny slice of eternal frozen morning.
Past Arnside where the meadows blur with bay, small pools of landlocked sky collect among defiant green.
Obvious rural melancholy sold by Turner, Elgar, Blake
pales into insignificance beside the cityscape.
People seen from buses, sat in the cruel, white light
of the late night launderette or the arcade's dangerous door.
The city's desperate niches radiate despair, they mirror
the pastoral fraud, these poison blossoms here.