I was born in sunny Glasgow but left in 1980 to work in London and still here. My poems are very varied, from love to childhood reminisces to football to sorrow, illness and death with some children's poems thrown in. And a few Glasgow/Scottish themes as well.
I would like to suggest a few poems:
A Soldier's Last Thoughts - About death in war.
Dignity and Pride - ... more »
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PAUL COLVIN Poems
You are yourself not someone else Do not decry, dare not deny When asked or told you’re something less Stand proud and say, I’m me.
Love in Darkest Hours.
For love was a wonderful sight And love was the hour of darkness That came along in morning’s depths And shared some spurious thoughts.
Fresh Cut Grass.
The fresh cut grass, that summer scent That smell of summer, Heaven sent I used to squeeze it in my fingers Shreds of green, its smell still lingers.
A Birdseye's View.
The rooftops of Italia’s Alps stand neatly in a row And down below a river flows by a road that no-one knows, Puffs of cloud look just like smoke as though the sky’s on fire, They nestle upon these alpine peaks, growing ever higher.
We see this coarse or vile and give it other names But when it gets right down to it, it’s all the bloody same Did you blow off, or trump, the smell will let you know Did you let one off or let one rip or did you let one go
(For Carmela) .
Every time I hit the town A dozen faces turn around Tonight we’ll dance then sleep ‘til dawn Says the angel with the black dress on.
Dignity and Pride (Part One) .
(Written on the bus going home from work after a very brief meeting with an elderly patient in Charing Cross Hospital) . Confused and dazed he walks the ward, day and night,
A True Shoe Story
Have you ever walked along the street, on your way to work And took a look down at your feet and felt a proper burk?
What Is Life?
Life is short and may be sweet It could be long and sad Life’s based on those you meet and greet Who make your heart feel glad.
A poet is like the artist With a blank canvas He or she can be anyone Or anything.
All I do is tell the truth and pay the ladies heed A lift is what most women want when they’re in time of need. Time and need it has no place, for ladies, I have found Anytime of day will do, for praise, now that’s profound.
The Angler's Song
By banks we roam, ‘cross burns we leap When hearts were young and thrills were cheap By lonely stream, canal or brook We'd cast a line with baited hook.
Peace and Quiet.
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You are yourself not someone else
Do not decry, dare not deny
When asked or told you’re something less
Stand proud and say, I’m me.
You cannot be what you’re not,
No matter what your background
Don’t be afraid of truths
Do not give way to higher claims
Stand tall and look them in the eye
Do not cringe at parents’ flaws
But respect the lot you have
Thank them for the gift of life
And pity those who put you down.