Biography of Steve Gregory
I have been writing poems and stories most of my adult life. Many are reflections on my Faith in Jesus Christ and my thoughts on the Faith. I have also writen one or two that could be seen as political, looking at genocide and environmental issues. However, I enjoy writing and am writing a couple of stories at the moment (to be revealed later) . I suffered a heart attack in December 2009 and was in a coma for seven days and on life support for three more weeks. I eventually had a defibrillator fitted, which keeps my heart running. In September 2012 I had open heart surgery to replace the aortic valve and repair the damage done to the aorta. In May 2013 I had a cranial aneurysm coiled and am now back on the road to full recovery. I am currently unemployed, but that just gives me more time to write. I am a member of Woodberry Down Church in Tottenham, North London and help with leading the Men's ministry. This also gives me a chance to write for church publications and to be read at church events. Writing has yet to pay me a wage, but I live in hope. And Hope reigns eternal...
Update as of 31/08/2014 - I am in planning stages of having my first collection published. 'Dawns First Light' a collection of 30 poems and 2 prose pieces, will be published sometime i September/October. When it is I will post the link to the book seller on here and on my Facebook page.
Steve Gregory's Works:
Dawns First Light (Word Thing Publications)
Currently being sold on christianbookcase.com
Steve Gregory Poems
I Wish I Could Be Somebody
I wish I could be somebody’s hero, someone who People could admire. I wish I could be somebody I never ask for much, I always am polite But sometimes I don’t think people listen
I want to be free of additives of war of hate of debt Free to be me!
A River Runs Through It
Like a stream of water rushing down the street With people of all nations rushing feet The city roars with noise as the sun beats down And traffic appears to snore as it snakes through town.
To have and to hold has failed with me, no more the lover Or caresser of dreams that hold a heart close to mine with No knowledge of love and loves labour lost is a memory Of a romance once held dear, now lost in the annals of time,
Dawns First Light
Since dawns first light The endless day, the long good night The day that came To bring what rites of passage life
And A Shot Rang Out
A shot rang out and no one saw Yet in the madness of the charge All life was lost and the field Became a grave for many boys
Man Of Sorrows
He was despised and rejected This tramp of God, this stranger in our world He was despised and rejected This Man who came to end on a tree.
It's Easy To Say 'Never Again'
It is easy to say, ‘never again’ when we have never experienced the pain, the horror of the camps Belsen, Treblinka, Auschwitz and Buchenwald.
Like textured paper covered in sand Like sheepskin warm to the touch Tactile, fragile, easy to break A sculpture in time, in line, to protect, respect.
Abba, Daddy, Father
Abba, did you smile as you saw the perfect world you’d just created? And did you weep when Adam fell and Eve tumbled after?
Midnight Across The City
It came upon the midnight clear Or so the story goes, In the Royal city bathed in light From Market stalls and shops so bright
Noise Do you hear it? The noise of calamity?
Who Do You Serve
Which Jesus do you worship? Which Saviour do you serve? Is He the Warrior that Revelation tells, Or is He a timid baby,
When Worlds Collide
The news is full of war and threats and West against East, East against West, And nuclear tension is clear
Cut Away, Get Away
Some say I am sleek and fast,
And power stems from their fingers.
Others say I'm dangerous and noisy
And should be banished from the world.
But look at me, don't you think my
Lines are the best you've ever seen?
Smooth, glossy and black, with leather
On my back, and gold trim that announces
My name to the world. I am power incarnate,