Pete Crowther

Rookie - 0 Points (Hull, East Yorkshire, England)

Pete Crowther Poems

41. The Grey-Eyed King (Trans. Of Anna Akhmatova) 11/17/2004
42. Mumab: The Mummified Man From Maryland 10/25/2004
43. On Holding A Granite Pebble Found On The Beach 10/25/2004
44. Where They Hung The Monkey 10/25/2004
45. First Snow 12/30/2004
46. The Field 2/12/2006
47. On The Art Of War 9/10/2005
48. Hannah' S Poem For 2006 1/1/2006
49. Mrs. Sun 2/4/2006
50. Nature By Night 12/9/2005
51. Two Schuttelreims 2/22/2005
52. Moonrise 11/21/2004
53. High Tide At Night 11/17/2004
54. The Oil Painting 10/25/2004
55. Echoes Of Egyptian Goddesses 2/23/2005
56. War Of Words 2/25/2005
57. Gaping Ghyll 6/4/2006
58. Modern Poetry And Stuff 9/5/2006
59. God's Favourites 2/10/2007
60. Dogs 8/7/2006
61. Helpful Advice 4/20/2007
62. D/C; Or, A Net Surfer’s Frustration At Being Off-Line 7/13/2006
63. Poor Chap! 1/6/2008
64. A Word Of Advice 1/24/2008
65. Forget Me Not 5/20/2007
66. Life's Lesson 7/16/2006
67. Yaks Are Wonderful 7/31/2006
68. The Rat That Withdrew From The World (Trans. De La Fontaine) 10/25/2004
69. After-Care Of Your New Tattoo 5/9/2005
70. The World In A Teacup 10/25/2004
71. Do You Recall That Evening? (Trans. Of Count Alexei Tolstoi) 10/25/2004
72. The Christmas Crib 10/27/2004
73. Hymn To Diana (Trans. Of Catullus) 10/25/2004
74. Isis Reborn 10/25/2004
75. Our Earthly Condition 11/17/2004
76. Whose Is This Hand I See Before Me? 11/9/2005
77. Sea Dreams 10/26/2004
78. Clean It Up 2/7/2006
79. Taken Ill When Abroad; Or, My Drozhky Driver Has Been Struck By Lightning* 1/3/2006
80. Matins 9/14/2005

Comments about Pete Crowther

  • Derek Germain (10/16/2006 1:38:00 AM)

    i'm not sure how i feel about your bons mots, but the rest of your poetry is awesome. It is unexplainable how great the poems are.

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  • Scarlett Treat (5/21/2006 10:33:00 PM)

    Pete, you are, without a doubt, one of the best pastoral poets I have ever had the pleasure of reading. Your work takes me out of myself into another world, one filled with joy of 'all things wise and wonderful, all things great and small.' Thank you for being kind enough to share your writing with me, and your insight into life as well. You are awsome, Pete.

  • Lori Boulard (1/16/2006 1:45:00 PM)

    Peter, I just want to let you know that whenever I feel like traveling, I end up among your poems. Each one is a little trip somewhere interesting, often pastoral, and always worth visiting. Thank you for them!

  • Amanda Lukas (12/12/2005 1:23:00 PM)

    Always refreshing to read your work, Peter. You have a wonderfully descriptive nature! Keep up the great work. Looking forward to reading new poems!

  • Louise Marie Delsanto (11/11/2005 10:55:00 PM)

    Thank you so much for reading me..Your poetry is quite beautiful..and you do have a talent for creative expression yourself...a pleasure reading you...


  • Philippa Lane (8/4/2005 1:38:00 AM)

    I do think you are an especially gifted poet. You capture precious moments in your life; much as you capture your precious moths - with design, passion and dedication to the job at hand. You make something ordinary, extraordinarily beautiful. Your titles are wonderful, and throughout each poem runs a vein of simplicity which, it seems to me, comes from a deep reverence for life.

  • Michael Tonkin (2/21/2005 8:42:00 AM)

    I am slowly making my way through your poems, and they all have something to say to me.
    I like 'A Fly In Amber' especially, I like the way it has existed from whenever and has seen all these wonderful moments.
    Anyone who knows what Eocene means deserves a medal, I had to look it up.

  • Michael Shepherd (2/12/2005 5:44:00 AM)

    Eat your heart out, Hallmark Cards! Hearty congratulations, Peter.

Best Poem of Pete Crowther

A Biker's Funeral

(In memory of Stephen (Reggie) Pearce
of Kilnsea,1980–2005)

The wind blows cold through the churchyard trees
and sadly tolls the passing bell
as mourners shuffle up the leaf-strewn
narrow path between the leaning stones.

He was just twenty-five, so young,
so full of life, and love of life
and laughter — killed outright one night
in a head-on crash on his motorbike.

From far and wide we’ve gathered here
to pay respect to our young friend.
I’ve never seen the church so full,
oh death, how can you be so cruel?

Who will forget this ...

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Beneath the clouds the rocky cliff
Rose up a thousand feet at least
And seemed to dominate the vale
Like some enormous castle wall
By giants built to subjugate
All lesser races such as we.

The climb was classed as ‘very severe’
Far harder than I’d done before

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