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
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
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
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
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
A Donkey's Burden
My eyelids are drooping low Like the awning of a shop The legs are feeling heavy My body is fit to drop
'Mayday! Mayday! I need help' The cry goes out to all But is anybody out there To respond to the desperate call
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?
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?
No Green Man At The Crossing
There is no green man, At this crossing I must traverse, No helpful patrol to make sure, My path is a safe one,
For forty years I've been travelling Always away from home Many years with my brother Until we reached the rings
I have a pair of keys Hanging from my ears I hope they will not open The door to many tears
There are certain things you notice When you walk down any street I'm not talking about the nasty things You step in with your feet
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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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 ...