Paul Gerard Reed
Biography of Paul Gerard Reed
All my poems since 2010 are on poemsforlifebypaul.blogspot.com.
I wrote 365 poems between October 2010 and 2011.
I would like to write over 1,000 poems but as I have found numerical challenges usually reduce the quality (if there was any to begin with) .
Inspirations - all poets with a feeling for nature and 'insignificant' things that are actually significant.
Motivations - to express emotions, make people laugh or otherwise connect with the writing emotionally.
Paul Gerard Reed Poems
When the evening breeze Ruffled the leaves in the half-light I felt the greatness in the air, Just standing there;
The time back then cannot be found, Did I ever really live in those days? The images in my mind are bound By a somnolent, ghostly haze;
Time has grown over these plots Of broken down plinths And ragged headstones With their faded engraving
The Pit Pony
I found out with sadness about your plight Your life lived in perpetual night An underground stable was where you roomed An innocent life entombed
The Day Is Nearly Done
The day is nearly done Unblemished by the works of human hand With gentle push, the sun slips ever lower Beneath horizons, below hilltops, behind houses,
Call To Arms
I am called to arms A thousand times a day To wage this war; And each time I must emerge
Wish The Day Away
The fingers of the clock Would not move around the face Time seemed to be endless As we gazed out into space
I leave to you everything…. The sunny days When joy runs through your veins; The view from the mountain top
We wandered by the boating lake On a Sunday afternoon With crocuses fringing pathways For the daffodils just too soon
As The Morning Breaks
As the morning breaks We go our separate ways But always think of each other; We do our own things
Tyne Valley Mist
The ground was slumbering Beneath your chilly wrapping Absorbing the sun's bounty Fiery energy sapping;
We are sitting on the ridge Looking down at our youth Which lies forlorn in the valley; We have burnt each bridge
Your Time Is Yet To Come
In a sudden moment A calmness descends And the war with Winter is assuaged, The waves cease to crash
It's got Tower Bridge And it's got Big Ben It's got underground trains That run now and then
I am not there,
But the river runs it's course, still
With no heed of me -
So unimportant to the world,
While it delivers it's ceaseless cargo to the sea;
O, to have such a task
And to carry it out to the full
With simplicity and purpose,