Pete Crowther

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

Pete Crowther Poems

161. God Bless This Bread 8/18/2005
162. My Only Sister 10/25/2004
163. Drank Too Much At Sunday Lunch 12/18/2005
164. Hymn To The Moon 10/25/2004
165. In The Rain (Trans. Of A.N. Maikov) 10/25/2004
166. Aegir: Norse God Of The Sea 3/28/2006
167. The Apple Tree 10/25/2004
168. Spurn Light 6/7/2005
169. True Love (Trans. A.S. Pushkin) 10/27/2004
170. Cyber Friend 1/27/2006
171. Persephone In Springtime 11/18/2004
172. Fresh Sea Breeze 7/13/2006
173. A Summer Storm 8/18/2006
174. Shut Your Eyes And Jump 4/26/2005
175. Beyond The Five-Barred Gate 11/17/2004
176. I Have Not Gone Away 10/25/2004
177. A Surprise Visit 11/17/2004
178. A Window Seat 4/23/2005
179. Junk Mail And Poemhunter.Com 8/24/2005
180. A Secret Whisper 12/10/2005
181. In The Hospital Waiting Room 2/14/2006
182. A Camera Has The Trick Of Freezing Time 10/25/2004
183. The Grandfather I Never Knew 10/25/2004
184. The Tagareen Shop 5/12/2006
185. The Grey-Eyed King (Trans. Of Anna Akhmatova) 11/17/2004
186. On Death's Road (Trans. Of Henri Michaux) 11/17/2004
187. A Spell To Catch A Rat 1/6/2005
188. A House Of Light 11/17/2004
189. The Broken Vase (Trans. Of Sully Prudhomme) 10/25/2004
190. Mumab: The Mummified Man From Maryland 10/25/2004
191. Father And Daughter 5/21/2006
192. Weather Forecast 2/25/2005
193. St. Abune Aregawi 3/19/2006
194. A Sonnet In Memoriam For A Dead Pet 1/18/2005
195. St. Abune Teklehaimanot 1/3/2006
196. An Only Child 9/3/2006
197. A Question Of Philosophy 4/17/2005
198. Hymn To Diana (Trans. Of Catullus) 10/25/2004
199. Cold Moons Of Winter 2/23/2006
200. Caring For A Dead Fish 4/5/2006

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...

    louise

  • 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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