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I have written poetry for more years than I care to remember and have had brief glimpses of success – if you can call it that – with sporadic publication in local newspapers and an inclusion in an anthology. I have also won a runners-up prize with one of my poems, ‘Once Upon A Morning’. I do not write in blank or free verse – my mind does not think that way – and I like to rhyme. My poetry falls within three genres; those written for children of all ages and innocence and that written in a humourous story-telling style, which my mate Stephen Fry refers to as ballads and as he knows what he’s talking about, I’m happy with that description. I also write what I like to call nonsense verse, though this has less to do with Edward Lear, but more in the vein of my other literary heroes, Spike Milligan, John Lennon and Lewis Carroll – or maybe none of them at all! Here’s a sample of my work: ‘Hello Ian’ As I warmed down a cumfly traim so stiffly marmed with triel, I marbled at the stainly horm which lived by wetly streal. “It be a hauntly horm that be,” the oldy persils sayle “and when the muel be outly fool the phantly ghosters wale.” So twar a darl and story nile that set my bleed a trembly and twere I never come here agraim would be oncely tile too membly. My other writings are children’s fiction and these again are of a more innocent flavour, concerning the adventures of three young hedgehogs, Bubble, Zip and Chloe Trundle with their Grandma Tilly. I was a member of a local writing group, the Basingstoke Scribblers, and as a core of half a dozen (which grew and fell away as interest shifted in personnel) we touched on every aspect of the written word and the spoken one too! We were an informal group, having no airs and graces, and we said what we thought about each other’s work when it was offered for critique. Sadly, the group seemed to implode when one member passed away, as he was an original and integral part of us. I had the privilege of being the self-acclaimed editor of several of his novels and other works, which can be read as eBooks from Amazon’s Kindle. He was John Morris and some of his titles are ‘The Price of Justice’, ‘Error Message’ and ‘Behind the Mask’. I also, with another ‘Scribbler’ (Crystal) made and had produced an audio CD, entitled ‘Ringly Rhymes’, from which one of my poems, ‘Nobody Knows’, can be heard here. (All poems on the CD were read by their authors):

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More of my poems can be found here.