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
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.
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.
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.
My Coffee Cup
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
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.
Tension lifts like a droplet of water, Evaporating in the midday sun, There's no looking back now, The hard work's been done.
A Day At The Cricket
The sun is out and I've got my ticket, Time to go and watch some cricket, I take my seat on this glorious day, As the man in the Panama hat says 'Play! '
We used to get on so well, Each day was bright and new, Was always something special, And dark days were so few.
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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,
The place where I can work hard, or not,
The pace is solely determined by me,
Time to count all the good things I've got,
The attraction here is for all to see,
When days are hard and I want some space,
Let me stay in this peaceful place.