Hi, just a short note about myself.
All the poems I write, come to me when I am in a pub.
Usually after a pint or two of Guinness.
It is rare to find a deep meaning in my poems, if you find one, I hope it helps.
They are of a mixture of subjects and some may make you smile while others may make you feel sad.
Hope you enjoy reading them.
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Philip Carter Poems
I Am Drowning
The wave rolls in and grabs my feet Then tries to pull me back But I resist its best efforts For power, it has a lack
The CGI World
The Horse Chestnut seeds litter the ground No one plays conkers anymore The pavement has lost its chalk squares Where hopscotch was played before
I don't know where I'm going I don't know where I've been All the sights that pass my eyes I'm sure that I have seen
The Hunter Is Now The Hunted
He crawls around the tall grass Nose twitching all the time His senses on full alert for danger While hunting for his next meal
Can't Write A Love Poem
I cannot write a love poem Only one of love that's lost Is it because I have no love And my heart must bear the cost
Stay Away From The Pub
The message I got was simple Direct and to the point If I turned up at the pub My nose would out of joint
Don't Weep My Dear
Why are you weeping so my dear Those pretty eyes are not meant for tears Bring back the smile upon your face For I am now in a nicer place
Getting Shot Of Me
Can I hold it steady enough? So that I will not miss If I can do it properly Will I find a kind of bliss?
Smartphones, Are They Smart?
I see adverts for the Smartphones But are they really so? Can they think for themselves? Can they refuse you and say no?
Clapham Old Town
In Clapham Town there is a place Where life goes on at a slower pace The buses stop and rest their wheels While passengers enjoy their meals
Reverence To Nature
The tall trees are waving gently But the wave is not for me They are in tune with nature And the breeze she sends to the world
'Mayday! Mayday! I need help' The cry goes out to all But is anybody out there To respond to the desperate call
Feather In The Breeze
A feather floats in the breeze No direction planned Free from it's host To drift without ties
Her Soft Touch
Her soft and gentle touch Makes my body tingle Within her warm embrace I, oh so want to mingle
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
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(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
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I Am Drowning
The wave rolls in and grabs my feet
Then tries to pull me back
But I resist its best efforts
For power, it has a lack
The wave recedes and I feel smug
That I'm still here on the shore
I've beaten the tide that has claimed lives
So many times before
But pride comes before a fall
As so many people say
I've had my pride and now my fall
Will come to me this day
Another wave comes crashing in
And knocks me to the ground
And pulls me back into the sea
And there is water all around
I fight the sea to keep my head
Up above the wave
I can't swim I ...