Biography of Phil Ward
There aren’t many poets that would write a whole book on humorous poetry. The Bright Side of the Coin, ISBN 978-0-9575136-0-0. You’re reading about a light hearted author who likes to see the funny side of life. In book shops the shelves are full to bursting with serious poetry and although that sort of poetry has its place the funny stuff seems to have taken a back seat. I found that it is the funny poetry that got me interested in the deeper verse.
So, read it, give it a try. You won’t like everything you read but I’m willing to bet that some of them will make you laugh. If the poems won’t make you smile maybe the illustrations will.
Please don’t read my poetry if you’re returning from a funeral or if you have a headache. These are not the times to try and laugh. Give it a few minutes.
Phil Ward's Works:
The Bright Side of the Coin,
113 Humorous and funny poems
Published by Inglenook Books
Phil Ward Poems
Life’s Twists And Turns
Their love could not be stronger, It stood the test of time, Happiness reigned longer, The more their lives entwined.
My Comfort Blanket
On a cold and frosty winters night, There’s nothing more than I desire To wrap a blanket good and tight, Around me sat before the fire,
I Love You So Much I Can'T Be Without Yo...
I sit and watch the world go by, I drink a beer and give a sigh, I have a smoke and close one eye, And sit and watch the world go by.
Girl With The Smiling Eyes
My heart skips a beat when you turn on your smile, Cos I haven’t seen you for such a long while, Those little wrinkles on the side of your nose, Are the cutest signs of our love that grows?
Meeting Old Friends
Perched high on a cliff overlooking the sea, A black-headed gull was peering at me, I’d come to meet some old friends of mine, At a place that I love where I can be free.
Back In The Black
John would look in the mirror and stare, At the thinning of his hair, Making wishes, needs and wants, For a thatch upon his bonce.
Sunny Blue Skies
Chillaxing on a Sunday morning, Close my eyes and can’t stop yawning, Sunny blue skies overhead, Sunny blue skies in my head,
Our Pet's Pets
Suddenly our old cat's a spring chicken, He's leaping about like a kitten, It seems much more frequent, The need for some treatment,
The River Nidd
A most pleasant lunch I ever did, Was spent at Pately Bridge amid, The narrow streets and bunting flags, Remnants of those cycling lads,
All Because The Lady Loves Chablis
There's a lady I know loves Chablis, "It just slips down" she says, very happily, By the fifth glass, She's flat on her back,
You Can'T Win
When I was a baby I couldn't talk, Give a few months and I managed a squawk I learnt the few words you taught me to say, You encouraged my learning every day,
We Are Not Amused
I'm not sure if it's fact or rumour, Queen Victoria lost her humour, Deciding one day she refused, All attempts to be amused.
It's a Sunday morning bright and fair and Christians wander off to mass, Lining pews all singing where sunbeams pierce stained window glass.
20, The Limes
Its ruddy freezing in February our road outside is a sheet of ice, We live at the bottom of a long steep hill, that’s significant and normally nice, But there’s a car in our front garden it happens about once a year, I said to the wife have you seen the Mercedes?
Meeting Old Friends
Perched high on a cliff overlooking the sea,
A black-headed gull was peering at me,
I’d come to meet some old friends of mine,
At a place that I love where I can be free.
Powerful waves with the sun on their crest,
Touching them lightly on the catwalk all dressed,
In their fine Sunday blue suits with long thin white caps,
A parade for the privileged at nature’s behest.