Biography of Paul Warren
I am now retired and grew up in Adelaide in the western suburbs. Like poetry particularly Australian with Banjo Patterson and Henry Lawson in particular. Like to tell a story with writing of poems and to draw them from my own experiences mainly.
Paul Warren Poems
Love - I Dream Of You
I dream of you When I feel the first rays of the morning sun At evening when the long day is finally done On a blazing day when a cool breeze blows
War - Ww1 - A Whisper On A Summer Breeze
An Australian day is dawning bright and new In a wide bright sky forever painted azure blue Kookaburras laugh greeting the sun's arrival The steam engine strains awaiting its revival
Haiku – Your Path Forward
Blue sky forever on Stretching to the horizon Is your path planned?
Christmas - The Day Of The Year Is Here
The day of the year is finally here Again we gather together in good cheer Christmas Eve is the Carols by Candlelight With those treasured songs sung so bright
World - End Of Life Options
I watched something on the television in a program about Euthanasia And since my father died from cancer what palliative care would be a saviour I can understand I think how sick people would want a choice in their death And some dignity with it from degenerative diseases that are horrible in their breath
Musings - My Spiritual Guide
They say everyone has a spiritual guide So that your decisions are not too one eyed I’ve thought this through so this is my list What about Elvis who has a musical gist
Musings - The Voice
I have a little man who whispers in my ear I may not always see him but he doesn't disappear You know he knows right from wrong and will tell me quite clear Whatever it takes to find the truth I will know it is now near
Social Comment - Who Will Stand For The ...
In judgement’s call a parchment list revealed Of deeds indefensible and innocence congealed A baby left all alone in an oppressive heat The mother’s denial was for herself to secrete
Haiku - The Great Southern Land
Hot days and cool nights Perfect Australian weather The Great Southern Land
Australia – On The Beach
Gazing out on an aqua blue sea on a golden sunny day With a cool breeze in your face is such a happy stay As the surf rolls to the beach the children happily play With boats anchored out to the horizon in a fishing display
Death - Tears Are Not Enough
A man demanding white supremacy stands with a gun Church goers cower as bullets speak their evil done A grand-mother, coach and preacher breathe their last Tears are not enough surely the day of the gun has past
Police - Speeding Car
Gordon Loft was a traffic officer working radar duty Whose wife and daughter was in a family beauty His crew were operating the radar on Gorge road And detected an offender in speeding car mode
Life - What Do We Care
We read the stories but what do we care Of innocents lost that are too much to bear What do we say amongst ourselves How bad it is or thank god it's not ours to delve
Haiku - The Same Words
Words can be hurtful The same words can heal as well Which do you choose now
War - Ww1 - The Bath
An ordinary Australian from an ordinary country place
Who rallied to the flag's call with god's good grace
He was one of the 33rd Battalion "New England's Own"
Into this swirling maelstrom they were duly thrown
The Great War was raging and to the Western Front he went
A lottery of shell, bullet and gas was his unending lament.
In 1917 the Germans attacked with a fury not before wrought
The Australians held the line and were tested as they fought