I was born the son of a Yorkshire Coal Hewer, in the heart of the West Yorkshire Coal fields.
I schooled at Ferrybridge Infants, Junior and then Primary. I then moved on to Pontefract Secondary Boys School, before escaping to Castleford Technical High School.
My passion was Football [Soccer to you Yanks], I ate, slept and lived it, and it was my virtual universe. Then I met girls, and ... more »
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George Howard Poems
It's a Fish's Life
Swim fish, swim! swim for your life! The fisherman's coming you're tea for his wife! Swim fish, swim! your fastest yet, You must swim quickly, to avoid his big net!
Fun in the City
By GeorgeHoward 05.2010 Passing doors of torturous din, Glancing through at the sheep within.
From a Fool's lips
r swells, born from frustration, tinged with anger, And circled with pain and helplessness, Springs forth o'er cheek and another then yet another, A piteous sound, a cry not for help, but of selfish emotion,
The Grey Man
He sits in the corner, or stands, with a slight swagger. An invisible man, a grey man. Not a ten pint bragger.
A Chronological Mistake
By GeorgeHoward 05.2010 Epochs tumble into the hedgerows of time, Leaving me gasping, memories of loves sublime. Of friendships true as Eros’ arrows, timeless bonds.
A Fragile Jewel
By GeorgeHoward 06.2010 I take up the fragile Jewel unsure. My hands are ridiculous, rough, cut, but clean!
By GeorgeHoward 04.2010 One day some strangers passed by this way, They took stock of our planet, and laid down our DNA.
What a difference the day makes
By GeorgeHoward 07.2010 It was only two a.m., went to bed with a good intention. I would wake up early with a head full of invention.
Thinking about it
By George Howard 05.2010 As I sit here contemplating my navel, The only thing that comes forth is fluff. Where does that come from? Tell me if you’re able.
The time is near
By GeorgeHoward 05.2010 When I look at all the hurt and anger in the world. I sometimes despair. All the lies and deceit, in the name of religion and injustice, which in itself becomes unjust. Evil is like a red hot poker, sometimes, you can see it, sometimes you can feel it near.
By GeorgeHoward 05.2010 Oh to lay me down in fields of golden wheat prostrate, Watching cotton clouds across azure blue skies abate.
Days of Lemonade and Motherdie [Queen An...
Days of lemonade and Motherdie [Queen Ann Lace] By GeorgeHoward 06.2010
Before I Leave
I walked in her shadow unseen and unknown, I watched her move softly with grace all alone, My heart dancing quickstep, in presence not, I surround her, I follow, I enter her sleep,
If time does catch you by the elbow, do you turn? No! Cast your mind onto the sea of future. Set sail for unknown ports, across life's oceans. Be not afraid of what's left behind! Face the beast Present.
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It's a Fish's Life
Swim fish, swim! swim for your life!
The fisherman's coming you're tea for his wife!
Swim fish, swim! your fastest yet,
You must swim quickly, to avoid his big net!
Swim fish, swim! right out to sea!
For I am a shark waiting, and you're dinner for ME!