Peter Vealey

Veteran Poet - 1,469 Points [STILLMAN.] (16th March 1952. / Hertfordshire)

Peter Vealey Poems

41. Disarming. 4/20/2017
42. I Can See You Anywhere. 4/20/2017
43. A Case Of Criminal Expediency. 4/26/2017
44. Tender Moments. 4/26/2017
45. The Church Is In Darkness. 4/26/2017
46. Nothing So Sad. 5/1/2017
47. A Relationship? . 5/1/2017
48. Love. 5/10/2017
49. Lean And Hungry. 5/10/2017
50. Cardboard Bread. 5/10/2017
51. Befores 8/13/2007
52. Today? 11/26/2007
53. Black Leaves. 1/24/2008
54. 'Halcyon Days'. 6/2/2008
55. Friday's Dues. 11/10/2008
56. Thrust The Slack. 11/21/2008
57. Attention Turning. 11/25/2008
58. Sobering Thoughts. 12/8/2008
59. Sentimental Amnesty(A Dream) . 1/12/2009
60. Repose. 3/10/2009
61. Protrusions And Orifices. 9/25/2009
62. Dry. 10/5/2009
63. Border Years. 11/20/2009
64. Observations Part 1. 1/18/2010
65. Delusion Of Time. 3/29/2010
66. Ragged And Wise. 5/25/2011
67. How Cool The Amber Of The Day. 11/2/2012
68. Rare Meat. 11/16/2012
69. I Saw The Leaves. 11/27/2012
70. Seashells. 5/19/2015
71. Silence. 5/19/2015
72. Middle-England Blues. 5/19/2015
73. The Moment. 12/6/2014
74. Different Roads. 12/15/2014
75. Where Did My Country Go? 11/30/2012
76. First Poppies. 11/23/2012
77. Wise Love. 10/31/2012
78. Rewriting History. 1/1/2015
79. Winter Jig. 3/20/2016

Comments about Peter Vealey

  • Yvonne Rautenbach (9/6/2008 9:59:00 AM)

    your best poem so far I think Peter well done

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Best Poem of Peter Vealey

Winter Jig.

There`s a low winters` moon
Just above the tree line.
There`s a low winters` moon
Just over the horizon.
It`s maybe the Sun,
But who can say?
All I know is winters` here again.
Looks so pure n` beautiful.
Snow over fields and
Dark days.
There`s a low winter moon
And its`just above the sea.
It maybe the Sun,
But who can say?
All I know is winters` stark n`
Freezing.
And all we do is look out and
Say is,
What a beautiful day,
To be inside.
There`s a low winters` moon
And it looks like sheer beauty.

Read the full of Winter Jig.

'Halcyon Days'.

I`ve thought about those halycon days.
So carefree, yet so empty.
Tried to feel the pain of others.
For that outdated notion
Of us all being 'brothers'.
Oh yep!
Humanity.
Cried so hard to set you all free
Of the shackles,

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