Lives in Gosport, UK; with my wife Della and our four grown up children.
I've been writing poetry for a while now, still learning as I go along; and find it most relaxing. I haven't got a favourite poet or style as yet, enjoying exploring; but one I read regularly is Leisure by William Henry Davies more »
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Paul Fowler Poems
I walk these busy streets and awestruck am I, As I look up and up, at buildings that scrape the sky, A city so alive it'll surely entice, A city so good, they had to name it twice.
Let me stay in this peaceful place, Where there's never a worry nor care, Time is of no consequence here. Given the choice I'd always be there,
Just a few words in, And I'm floating away, Don't call me a dreamer, It just eases the day.
On The Allotment
Outside under a clear blue sky, Don't think about the work I've got, Just idly let the day go by, As I sit in the sun and weed my plot
Along The Beach
On a bright summer's day there's no better place to be, Just to stroll at your own pace and let your thoughts wander free, And if so desired can be out of reach, Just taking the time to stroll along the beach.
How green is a leaf, how white is a cloud, Not everything they write, Has to be so profound.
As I stroll through this park I see a wonderful scene, Red, golden colours in the trees, they're no longer green, The day can still be filled with bright sunshine, This picturesque time of year that is autumn time.
My Coffee Cup
Here Comes The Sun
Here comes the sun, And winter's now passing, Take time out and listen to birds sing.
Take a trip to Stanley Park, When at the end of your tether, It's a fine place to visit, Whatever the weather.
Such a feeling of release, Has now come over me, Breathe in the fresh air, And feel totally free.
Time to tune the right radio station, Or look it up on Sky Sports, We are now as one in the nation, For the coming battle, of sorts.
Where have all the words gone? That I need to describe this day, That explains how I feel at the moment, And helps me put down what I want to say.
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I walk these busy streets and awestruck am I,
As I look up and up, at buildings that scrape the sky,
A city so alive it'll surely entice,
A city so good, they had to name it twice.
Iconic landmarks appear everywhere,
Rebuilding Ground Zero, a moving place there,
Taking a ferry to Staten is surely a fave,
And on the way back, give Liberty a wave.
Aromas of vendor's wares on the avenue,
Everywhere you look, an experience anew,
And when the bustle of the city begs for release,
Stroll through Central Park for a little bit of peace.
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