Tony Jolley

Rookie (17th June 1958 / England)

Tony Jolley Poems

121. Sirius ('Jenny' To Us) 9/8/2009
122. Flamenco Fan 6/24/2008
123. Tail-End Charlie 3/8/2008
124. Faultline 6/8/2006
125. Don'T Dig Dog! 9/23/2006
126. Funeral (Of Being Bereft) 5/27/2004
127. Hope Hurts 2/6/2006
128. Start Point: Geology 8/30/2005
129. Dining Out 6/29/2005
130. Fishing 6/29/2005
131. That's Life 4/4/2008
132. The Answer's 'No'. 5/28/2004
133. Your Cloudy Day 6/29/2005
134. Ellie's First And Forever Rose 8/30/2005
135. Brief Blindspot 10/19/2005
136. Deer-Ly Departed 4/13/2006
137. Starbucks Stanstead 6/29/2005
138. A Breed And A Half Apart 6/29/2005
139. It's 8/30/2005
140. Rummage Bag Raf 11/22/2006
141. Monet Morning 1/2/2007
142. The Pink Black Golden 3/27/2008
143. Goodbye Edith 3/17/2008
144. Against The Weave 1/9/2007
145. Are You Sitting Comfortably? (I'M Not) 5/26/2008
146. Hairsbreadth 6/19/2008
147. The Belltower Ghosts 5/11/2008
148. Stuck For Words 4/29/2008
149. Mankind 2/15/2008
150. To Hell With Hamelyn 2/25/2008
151. The Isle Of We 1/18/2008
152. Eternity's Sell-By Date 1/18/2008
153. Six Degrees 1/18/2008
154. Still There 8/14/2008
155. The Armchair Of Inevitability 11/25/2008
156. Forgot The Dog Food 12/1/2008
157. Autumn Crowds For A Second Coming 11/18/2008
158. Obama And Cleopatra 11/7/2008
159. Deep And Indelible 3/25/2009
160. Colossus 1/30/2009

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  • Jerry Hughes (1/3/2009 4:06:00 PM)

    I have no hesitation saying Tony Jolly is one of the best educated, and imaginative writers gracing the pages of poemhunter...

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Best Poem of Tony Jolley

The Story Of A Life Lost In The Telling

Reflection

It didn’t look good, that barely recognisable reflection –
Didn’t look at all like it should.
I could barely make me out –
Appeared foreign to myself:
A stranger to all I considered and hoped I might be, might become.

I had caught me like this before
Out of the corner of my eye when I wasn’t looking
Yet always refused to pause
And enter into any painful dialogue with myself.
But not this time.
Not this time.
This time our eyes met: me and me.

The stranger looked, well… weary:
Care-worn and stooped under years of excess ...

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Start Point: Geology

This middle-aged Man o’ the Bay
Wasn’t so much Starting out
As already sailing, full-steam for France,
Arms spread wide in greeting
From Start Point to Stoke Fleming;
Solid shoulder cliffs
Leaning lovingly into their future
With such tender intent;
Headland eyes scanning horizon for sign

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