Pete Crowther

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

Pete Crowther Poems

81. Night Thoughts 5/6/2005
82. Do You Remember, Maria? (Trans. Count Aleksei Tolstoi) 10/27/2004
83. Hymn To The Sun 10/25/2004
84. Like Hens 11/17/2004
85. Our Earthly Condition 11/17/2004
86. Superstition 11/17/2004
87. Sartori 10/25/2004
88. Whose Is This Hand I See Before Me? 11/9/2005
89. Sea Dreams 10/26/2004
90. Violets 10/25/2004
91. Where They Hung The Monkey 10/25/2004
92. Miss Nellie's In The 'Fifties 11/17/2004
93. Moon Over The Humber 11/17/2004
94. The Once* 11/17/2004
95. The Tjet Or Knot Of Isis 11/17/2004
96. Addiction To The Weed 3/14/2005
97. Happy Valentine 11/17/2004
98. Isis Reborn 10/25/2004
99. Leisler's Bat 10/25/2004
100. White China Tea 6/9/2005
101. Yuletide Wish 12/8/2004
102. The Pipistrelle 11/18/2004
103. The Rat That Withdrew From The World (Trans. De La Fontaine) 10/25/2004
104. And After Autumn Winter Comes 10/25/2004
105. The World In A Teacup 10/25/2004
106. Do You Recall That Evening? (Trans. Of Count Alexei Tolstoi) 10/25/2004
107. The Christmas Crib 10/27/2004
108. Neonlit Apples 3/10/2005
109. Women 3/12/2005
110. A Special Low-Cost Shuttle 1/4/2005
111. A Rat In Springtime 11/17/2004
112. Sitting In My Garden 11/17/2004
113. Something In The Wind 3/15/2005
114. Meetings With Egyptian Gods: Nut 9/12/2005
115. On Holding A Granite Pebble Found On The Beach 10/25/2004
116. My Neighbour Is A Farmer 2/12/2005
117. The Rise And Fall Of The Ten Thousand Things 5/1/2005
118. The Friendly Pig 11/15/2005
119. The Villanelle 11/17/2004
120. After-Care Of Your New Tattoo 5/9/2005

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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A Secret Whisper

I rarely go by bus but when I do
For safety’s sake I choose a seat well back.
Today the bus was crowded like a zoo,
My seat companion wore a plastic mac,
He looked quite foreign, dark, and rather nervous.
To break the ice I said “It’s very warm”,
He rolled his eyes and said that God would save us,
Began to rant and wildly wave his arm.
I looked around but no-one seemed to notice,

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