peter rodenby

Rookie - 48 Points (8th january 1951 / newcastle upon tyne)

peter rodenby Poems

1. Change 1/31/2006
2. Searching For Our Ancestors On The Internet 2/27/2006
3. You Tell Me Truly Of Your Dream 3/3/2006
4. Sophie By The River And Moonlight 4/14/2006
5. Lambs And Swallows And Dandelion Days 4/14/2006
6. The French 4/19/2006
7. Stage Play 8/6/2006
8. It Would Be Nice To Think So 8/6/2006
9. Cold Thoughts On A Winter Night 2/28/2008
10. Insecure 2/28/2008
11. The Replacement 3/18/2008
12. We Missed The Tide 6/3/2008
13. Passengers 6/3/2008
14. Vindolanda Letter 10/18/2009
15. Zimbabwe 3/3/2006
16. Approaching Evil 10/18/2009
17. Days Of Glory Have Not Gone 8/6/2006
18. These Days Of Grace 12/15/2012
19. Yesterday I Think I Saw The Last Butterfly Of Summer 12/15/2012
20. A Man Alone In The Rain 12/15/2012
21. Mollie Made Me Me 12/15/2012
22. The Final Call 3/27/2014
23. For My Mother 10/20/2018
24. Bigg Market 1969 10/20/2018
25. Woodpeckers 1/25/2006
26. The Art Of Playing Dominoes 3/27/2014
27. Poems Of Faith 10/18/2009
28. Isle Of Bute 10/18/2009
29. Inside My Crystal Rainbow 3/27/2014
30. Never Mine 3/3/2006
31. January Parting 1/25/2006
32. Waterfalls Ambleside 1/17/2006
33. The Saddest Time Of Your Life 1/17/2006
34. Eyes Don'T Tell Lies In The Dark 3/2/2006
35. The Past Is Pressed Flowers 2/28/2008
36. Wedgwood 1/27/2006
37. Cawfields Quarry 2/9/2006
38. Sea Song 2/12/2006
39. Photographs Of A Personel History 1/27/2006

Comments about peter rodenby

  • halle (10/18/2018 3:58:00 AM)

    thanks for that I been lonely for the past week.x

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Best Poem of peter rodenby

Photographs Of A Personel History

Some images of a forgotten past
I had no part of
Now scattered on table and floor
surrounded with tears of remembrances.
Times before I knew you.
I am not there!
as you are absent
from my missing photographs,
Images that do not fade with memories
or conceal the sorrow of secrets
without words.

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For My Mother

You are like the mist in the morning
that hangs over the Tyne valley
as I travel back to your birth place
You cover me and theland
everything is concealedand protected
under a snowy comforting blanket.
the view andI are safe.
.Then as the day warms and sun rises
so then like child hood

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