Patricia Denise Newman
Biography of Patricia Denise Newman
I have been writing poetry since my childhood and studied it, amongst other things, as part of my B.A (Hons) with the Open University. I have since the past 4 years organised and run a group studying poetry at a local library, many of the group had never written a word, they have now had 2 books of their collected poems published.
Patricia Denise Newman's Works:
Poems by Patricia D Newman
Patricia Denise Newman Poems
Fathers And Sons
A son sits by his father with questions in his eyes The father looks down at his son, his pride he can't disguise. There comes a time when every son must leave his father's care and venture out into the world to see what happens there.
The Coming Of Spring - A Pantoum
Winter's long days are almost done Though furrowed fields lie dormant still
Oh what a sad day is this even the sky weeps for your loss lost now is that state of bliss bright happiness has turned to dross
Reverie Of Remembrance
I watched you as you played, my golden child; the world about you had to be explored, then came the call and off you went to war; leaving me with sweet memories, beguiled.
Remembering The Men Of Passchendaele
Their names are carved on the Menin Gate Proudly written there - they have no grave This is the final record of their fate Remembrance of the loss of men so brave
I'm walking through cobwebs strung between trees the spiders are busy once more, also the squirrels searching out acorns to bury for their winter store.
Ode To My Lost Pen
Oh pen, my pen, oh lovely pen of mine, what felon took you from my special case? So sad am I to lose my pen so fine I look for you within the empty space.
Happiness is that state of mind when all sad thoughts are left behind and you are in a state of bliss surrounded by life you would not miss
Driving Through The Chiltern Hills
It's summer and the countryside's aglow with fields of barley waving in the breeze we drive along the narrow roads we know relaxed and feeling very much at ease
The Battle Of The Somme - July 1st 1916
Soldiers charged from their mud-filled trench when they heard the whistles blow to face the onslaught, fire and smoke of the dreaded German foe. Many fell upon that day, their lives snuffed out by war, and many left at home to grieve asked what it all was for.
Memories Of My Father
As I take my daily walk across the bright green hill I feel you with me all the while, your wisdom with me still. You taught me how to think and see
A Villanelle To Lost Youth
It seems like only yesterday when we were young and days were long and life held promise in its sway.
It's over, it's finished, the war has now been won, Thank God it's finally ended; finished; over; done!
A Welcome Stranger
A welcome stranger wrapped in blue, a bundle of most perfect joy, our world was waiting just for you.
Reverie Of Remembrance
I watched you as you played, my golden child;
the world about you had to be explored,
then came the call and off you went to war;
leaving me with sweet memories, beguiled.
Your photo sits by me as I recall
the days of youth and love and hope combined.
My mirror shows a face now drawn and lined;
the passing years are written overall.