Tony Elsby (Poems of life and love)
Leicester-born Tony Elsby trained as a journalist with the Leicester Mercury and was later sports editor of two Leicestershire weeklies.
He gained a broad spectrum of experience on local, regional and national newspapers including the Peterborough Evening Telegraph, Nuneaton Tribune, Sunday Sport and Birmingham Post & Mail in such roles as reporter, feature writer, investigative and ... more »
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Tony Elsby (Poems of life and love) Poems
A Child's Message to the World
One day I sat on Santa's knee, And he asked me what I'd like If perhaps I wanted football boots, Or a brand-new two-wheeled bike,
No journey would be too long, No effort would be too great, No call would go unheard, No sadness would remain uncomforted,
Would that I could walk with you, Along some distant seashore, Leaving only footprints To mark our passing
She rode it through the city street, In a mask to fight the smog, Slower than a motor car, But faster than policeman plod.
A curious and thirsty wasp, So sadly to relate, Happened by my woodland hut And made a big mistake,
Those lights aren't just there for comfort, Or the sign there is safety ahead, A beacon for the end of a journey, Putting all kinds of duties to rest
Toddlers Wrestling With A Tyre
'This tyre is round, Just like the earth, 'We'll put it on a bike. 'And when we get a bit older, perhaps, 'We'll go look at the world, if you like. ”
Boys Playing Chess On The Pavement
Two armies meet upon the street, And there the balance hangs, 'Better to win the day with our minds, Than to lose our lives in gangs ”
Toddlers Holding Hands On The Seashore
'What's out there, Jack, across the sea, Is there a place for you and me? 'And will you stay close Jack. as we swim, In case we see those fish with a fin?
Forging A Link
There's no excuse that I can make, I knew it wasn't right, I shouldn't have let temptation, Wreck my youthful life,
How well she "flew" did "Memphis Belle", Okay, her carriage was shot, Her ageing back had quite a crack, That pained her such a lot,
Our Good Shepherd
She arrived as such a cuddly pup, From the smallholding where we picked her up, And took her home in our little car, In which she was sick though it wasn't far,
Spare The Rod
Pain can be felt in so many ways, Through shattered bones and troubled days, But the pain of lost love, As if not enough
The spirit asked if I would share my dreams And she lifted me into the clouds Through the tumult of chaos we passed Leaving anger and dispute in shrouds
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A Child's Message to the World
One day I sat on Santa's knee,
And he asked me what I'd like
If perhaps I wanted football boots,
Or a brand-new two-wheeled bike,
And I told him he could keep those things,
Cos I had family,
Who'd already seen that Santa's staff,
Would send such things to me.
Instead my wish if Santa Claus,
Could somehow find the time,
Was to send a special message,
As would surely serve mankind,
A message of far-reaching worth,
And alternative ideas to appease,
Those so short-sighted contractors,
Who are felling the rainforest trees.
Which provide ...