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This book of poetry will appeal to those who can see life from a different perspective; for example, the author's poem on Trousers, reflecting a different view of these everyday garments. His writing is both innovative and sometimes intense whilst also being humorous, such as Knickers and Bras and It's the Dog that gets the Blame. His writing can also be political and controversial like his poem Black is White and can contain clear messages for political leaders.The author's insight into the lives of different people, as shown in Actors and Disability, shows a refreshing and informative view of life. His love of the countryside is clearly demonstrated in Beauty of the Countryside and in other poems. His writing is more punchy than mellifluous, reflecting his unique style of composition.This collection of poetry is a worthy addition to the genre.

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Publié par	Austin Macauley Publishers Ltd
Date de parution	06 janvier 2023
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781398480582
Langue	English

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Verse and Worse
Robin Salter
Austin Macauley Publishers
2023-01-06
Verse and Worse About the Author Dedication Copyright Information © Acknowledgements Various Actors Adoption Aging Arthritis Back Marker Beauty of the Countryside Bees and Fleas Bedford Changing Colour Cheese D Versus C Dad’s Little Helper Florence & Zebedee Hubble In Canterbury Cathedral Jack and Jill La Plage Love Found Mathematicians Mirror Music and Poetry Musician My Little Girl Nelly Over the Wall Recipe for Life Routine Talking to Myself Thanks To Anne-Marie The Beetle and The Butterfly The Engineer The Garden The Lady Snooker Referee The Lantern Tree The Pupil of Your Eye The River Great Ouse The Secretary The Shipwreck The Tolerance of Age There’s Nothing Quite Like It Town and Country Venus At Night When an Old Man Dreams 2020 Thoughtful Black Is White Butterfly and Beetle Child Carer Coronavirus (or Covid-19) Disability Getting Older by The Day Goodbye Homo Sapiens It’s Not a Toy Ebb & Flow Forebears Life’s Chance Looking North or East Marriage Migrants and Refugees Monkey Love My Life Nectar, For Everyone Other Worlds Pass It On Refugees Religion Senior Citizen The Futility of War The Windows of Your Eyes The Ying And Yang of Life Time Water Two Loves White Versus Black Wise Bird Wonder in The Countryside Your Legacy Emotional Ballad of Dreams Dear Valentine Jennifer Margaret My Christmas Poem Sudden Death The Pebble Uncle Vic Wedding Anniversary Nonsense A Midnight Feast A Mystery Biddenham Biddies It’s the Dog That Gets The Blame Knickers & Bras Midnight Delight Pills Sitting Pretty The Nak The Puzzle Trousers Short Rhymes A Tourist’s View A Wee Tartan Lassie Curiosity Fun Jackdaw My Curse Only the Good Die Young Round the Bend Sex Over Loyalty The Hat
About the Author
The author married in 1959 and has a daughter, two sons and two grandsons. He attended the John Lyon School, Harrow and won many cups for running. His dyslexia went unrecognised although, unusually, his best subject was English Grammar. His main interests are history, art, gardening and writing poetry.
He served his national service as a radar operator in the Royal Air Force after which he joined a company of East India Merchants. He studied at the City of London College and became a chartered secretary. A keen volunteer, he was elected vice-chairman of the British Dyslexia Association in 1977. In 1987 he and his wife were founder members of the European Dyslexia Association formed in Brussels, of which he became president from 1993 to 1999.
He has published reports on dyslexia and is a joint editor of The International Book of Dyslexia .
Dedication
I dedicate this book to Jennifer, my wife
Copyright Information ©
Robin Salter 2023
The right of Robin Salter to be identified as author of this work has been asserted in accordance with sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publishers.
Any person who commits any unauthorised act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library.
ISBN 9781398480575 (Paperback)
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First Published 2023
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Acknowledgements
My grateful thanks are due to Marta Chamorro Portillo for her computer skills in bringing this book to fruition. I thank Fiona Cartwright for her encouragement to publish these verses and, of course, to my publisher for bringing it all together.
Various
Actors
He was just only a small lad
But fun was always in his blood
He liked to make us cry and laugh
So, his life was now set on a path.
His teenage chums liked him
For brightening their lives;
He had a joke, a pun or two.
His enemies were few.
As he grew older by the day,
His popularity did grow.
He made his mark on a chat show
Then TV and the Radio.
And then one day, the big break came,
Putting rivals to their shame.
He’d been asked to join a Panel game,
He was successful, all the same.
As time went by his acting grew,
He was well-known for Shakespeare,
And yet his fun would always out,
Often, he was asked to just appear.
He was a household ‘name’ by now
On TV, Radio, Theatres, everywhere;
He toured the country and abroad,
A lifestyle now he could afford.
The ‘World his Oyster’, as is said,
He gained in wealth, as was his due,
And many claimed his friendship,
Though his real friends were few.
His popularity became a need,
As age crept up upon him
And Agents were now only keen
To sign him up ‘per diem’.
The tale is sad, and often known,
For those whose fame out-strips them.
When age takes hold and causes pain,
And young ones can replace them.
The glitter that did once so shine
Is tarnished now with time.
It happens to us all, we know;
For Actors, it’s a crime.
Their Memoirs now is all that’s left,
The occasional slot on Day TV,
For interviews of times now past
That many now will never see.
Adoption
There are so many children in the world
Who’d love a Mum and Dad
So, if you find you can’t conceive
There’re so many could be glad.
If children you must have,
It’s understandable
If Nature’s caused a block
With Adoption you’ll be able.
In days gone by it was the only way
To achieve your treasured mission
By adoption of young girls and boys
Through Courts with laws, permission.
The path to help a little one
Or older, if you must,
Was not so easy as it looks
On paper or in books.
It’s good, of course, that care is taken
To place those little feet and hands
In yours for evermore
To cherish, love, all kinds.
Once accepted as a parent
The waiting can be long
But once the little one arrives
Such Joy! – but not yet does belong.
The next step’s with the Law Court
Or His Justice in his Chambers.
When papers signed, the relief is great,
The little one is yours for keepers.
And now the ‘fun’ begins
With your responsibilities
To love and cherish your new charge
And educate, enhancing their abilities.
But don’t forget how it came about
That you’re able to adopt;
There may be sorrow, sadness,
In the background to the plot.
Nowadays there are new ways
To keep your eggs for ever
In frozen state to keep until
You’re ready for the endeavour.
Aging
The problem with this aging thing
It creeps up very slow
Until one day you realise
You can’t ‘get up and go’.
Some days you bounce along with life
On others you feel down.
You’ve done your bit
And now you feel full blown.
You seek some rest
You sleep well after lunch
And leap-up full of vigour
And then you feel the crunch!
Your back complains, this time
You’ve slipped a disc.
Your hands have gone to sleep
Any movement is a risk.
The next day all is right with you
And then your knee gives out!
Another convalescence comes
You’ve not the strength to shout.
It’s time to dwell
Upon Life’s little foibles.
But keep your calm and carry on.
Before you trip on cables!
So then there is another time in bed
Before you bounce back very bold
But then your sight is not so good –
You’re feeling very old.
Arthritis
Arthritis is
A painful word
Not kind and smooth
Like lemon curd.
When it is young
It does not show
But joints know well
As calcium grows.
It is not seen
In early stages
And then it swells
Until it rages.
But thank the Lord
When you can’t sleep
With Voltarol
There is relief!
Back Marker
I’m only a Rambling ‘Back Marker’
So am often a very slow starter.
The first keen ones go speeding off
With compass and a map
Whilst some of us hope we don’t mishap
And worry about that extra tea cup!
I’m only a Rambling ‘Back Marker’
And hope the long miles aren’t much farther.
Over fields and through woodland
Up hills, over green-sand
With no care in the world
I simply just follow –
In muddy pools where we wallow!
I’m only a Rambling ‘Back Marker’
But can see all the swigs of spa water
From bulging back packs’
Just in case something’s needed’,
Not to mention the ’phone,
As those gone ahead puff red faces
Trying to keep up with the paces.
I’m only a Rambling ‘Back Marker’
’Though my duties couldn’t be clearer.
I think they include
Making sure no one’s left,
Had heart-attack failure
Or bled to near-death,
Whilst the Leader walks on
Unaware I’ve been put upon.
I’m only a Rambling ‘Back Marker’,
Maybe seen as a second-fiddle starter.
Whilst I miss all the chatter,
I can see all before me,
And my rôle is important
So my skills must not lack
As I must see everyone’s back!
I’m only a Rambling ‘Back Marker’
Not conspicuous in my old ‘Parker’.
But I dream that one day
I could lead them away
And set my own stride
Climbing styles first – and with laughter –
Moving off immediately after!
Beauty of the Countryside
The beauty of the world around us
Has never been in doubt
As poets through the ages
Were always want to spout.
Whilst I wonder at the beauty of a leaf
A tiny flower, one piece of an umbilicus,
I’m happy that I’ve noticed it
Whilst seeking out a meadow flower.
As I wander through the countryside
Or shelter from a short sharp shower,
I gaze upon the trees, the fruits of bushes,
Speedwell and the sunflower.
I often stand and stare
And give (unseen delight) the time of day
To nodding cowslips, buttercups
And meadowsweet and may.
I talk to roses in their bloom
(I swear they last an extra day)
They give such pleasure to behold
With perfume smells and their display.
The ladybirds and dragonflies
The toads and lizards, too.
With fish and tadpoles in the ponds,
The rivers full with mosquitos
The beetles and the butterflies
The birds that sing with music
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