Biography of Roy Merchant
I have been writing poems, short stories and 2 novels since I was 25, just after leaving the Royal Navy (Submarines) .
I Have had some poems published and am hoping to get one of my novels published soon. I am currently writing some poetry and a collection of short stories.
I am married with 3 children and currently work in Local Government.
Roy Merchant Poems
Time And Space
I was wondering through a leafy lane Looking at the wonders of the land Seeing all that man has to gain And trying to understand
Somewhere, out there, in a world so harsh A young man wept a tear He’d been working hard, toiling the land For, one month and a year
AH..YOU COULD HAVE SAID.. YOU WERE GETTING WED AND TELLING ME GOODBYE THERE COULD HAVE BEEN A HINT..
Questions Along A Tortured Path
I wonder where, along your tortured path Did the light from your essence go dim? Where, oh where, along this journey so short Did you decide, you did not want to swim?
Footprints In A Sandstorm
How fragile the links of certainty How tenuous the connections in time Humanity..and all its achievements Are simply footprints in the sandstorm
He watched as his mother went mental He watched as all her dreams died He looked on as if it was incidental When unashamedly..she cried and cried
The greatest contusion in a lover's life Is the paradoxical confusion between.. The circular movements of the mind And the circular movements of the behind
Money And Power
Money..power..and paranoia Is a dangerous mixture To have as a fixture In a minuscule portion
I First Met Her on the Day She Was Born She Was Lying Down..Just Having A Rest Gently..Trying to Focus on the Dewy Morn Her Only Means of Survival..Her Mother's Breast
Managing The Incline
I am a fifty six years of age old man And my mind is not at ease The messengers are coming in thick and fast And my destiny cannot be appeased
Life is neither logical or illogical
The Harvest Smile
The old man sat on the corner of the road His daily work was done He had gathered in his harvest Ahead of the setting sun
To My Mum, Just To Let You Know I Am Ok
Hi Mama Well… I finally made it Back into the void I wish it could have been different
Where did you go, where have you been? You seem to be lost in the miasma of my uncertainties If my sudden and untimely death frightened you away Then please note that I am alive again, so please call
The Harvest Smile
The old man sat on the corner of the road
His daily work was done
He had gathered in his harvest
Ahead of the setting sun
For a whole long year he had toiled
To reach this point in time
Where his survival was assured
From all the dirt and grime