Biography of Jack Growden
A young aspiring writer and graduate of Townsville Grammar School. I write on a variety of different topics. Please enjoy, and be sure to rate and comment. My most popular poems to date (4/July/14) are 'The Willow', 'Autumn Leaves', and 'Simpler Minds'. Again, I encourage you to read and rate them, and comment as you see fit.
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Jack Growden's Works:
Seasons of Sentiments (2013)
Jack Growden Poems
From a rolling hill in one green Essex field, A splendid, sweeping vista was suddenly revealed. Rays of sunlight appeared marking the advent of dawn, Invigorating the gully below on this placid morn.
Alas, it has been a season of yawns and weary sighs, Each and every morning met with dreary eyes; The sluggish shuffles; the weight of the world upon; Several moons have waned since hope has shone.
My nephew Fletcher, from this line, Heed these words, wise words of mine. I am your uncle, so trust me hence Even if you think I make no sense.
Eulogy For Youth
I once ventured upon a hillside At dawn when the weather was best. I skipped and I hopped right to the top, Possessed by jubilant youthful zest;
Beneath One Sky
Beneath One Sky The boys on the beach Feel the sand between their toes,
Life and Chess
Life can be likened to a good game of chess As white has always moved first, And whilst kings have ruled without a cut on their hands, Every pawn’s life is cursed.
Driftwood at Sunset
Far abreast of distant moored-up boats The quiescent air engulfs each lung. You taste briny salt upon your tongue; As without haste, nonplussed driftwood floats,
Spirit of the ANZAC: Kokoda
Scaling across a mountain range, That seems unfathomably steep. Scurrying through the sodden trees, Through mud that is knee-deep.
I could describe your beauty in a thousand words, Though that has been done by many before. I could squeal my admiration of your blue eyes, Though it goes without saying, so I will say no more.
Down By Mavers Hill
So down by Mavers Hill There’s a backward kind of place. A tiny forgotten blemish Upon Melbourne’s glamorous face.
Journey Throughout The Empire - Part 1
Jack Growden (C) 2013 PRELUDE
There is a city where all man’s dreams take shape, And this city is known as Brelles. A wonderful mirage set on Arabian sands, Quite the opposite of fiery hell.
Escaping Port Arthur
I had lived a pleasant life, With my future perfectly planned… But after a swig of whiskey And one theft too risky,
Walk In My Shoes
I invite you just this once - To take a walk in my shoes. With an eye to detail, Please observe and peruse
He's awake at first light
After a salacious night
Of desperate disloyal lust…
With a lay-down misère
He takes his share
And stalks off in bitter disgust…
The neon lights of downtown