ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
John Roberts is currently a freelance training Consultant and Director of JayrConsulting Ltd in the UK. Writing short stories for his grandchildren and miscellaneous poetry is considered as a stress relieving hobby. [July 2005]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (30) Africa - Where's The Gain ? (Poetry) A bit of a political rant - triggered by recent events and the coverage of Live 8 - Why are we still just talking? [174 words] Angel Of The Morning (Poetry) A poem for a loved one. [122 words] Anniversary For Maggie (Poetry) For Maggie - My Soul mate - My Best friend - My Lover - For the last 38 years - Ich Liebe Dich. [89 words] [Romance] Brown Eyed Girl (Poetry) A poem for the woman in my life. [251 words] Cabal Of Cowards (Poetry) London 7/7 - the cowards strike again ! Let's not glorify them with any name other than what they are - cowards! [216 words] Cheap And Nasty? (Poetry) A short poem with an ecological warning. [100 words] Commuting Hell (Poetry) A poem in memory of many wasted mornings spent waiting for the train when I commuted to work in London. It seemed like an endless torture ! Working from home is sheer luxury now, when I look back on w... [211 words] [Travel] Diatribe Of An Emerging Scribe (Poetry) Ah - the joys and heartache of writing ! Where does it come from and why ? Ideas just flood my head at obscure times - just like this! Others may recognise the symptoms ! [224 words] [Spiritual] Fifty Comes Around (Poetry) For Jane on a momentous occasion. [144 words] [Humor] Heroes And Villains (Poetry) A short 'ditty' that came to mind while working on a project for the local police force. [186 words] [Humor] I Remember Buddy Holly (Poetry) A poem of memories for the 'boomers' [308 words] I Remember Eighteen (Poetry) A poem recalling the plans and pains of youth. [208 words] [Humor] I Wll Live On (Poetry) An original new funeral poem, non religous, offering some comfort for the bereaved at a difficult time. [159 words] [Spiritual] I'm An Independent Woman (Songs) Potential song lyric for the modern lady! [268 words] Jessica And Harry In The Magic Jungle (Children) A short adventure story for children recounting the exploits of Jessica and Harry as they search for a magic key to get home to their garden after entering the magic jungle. [2,257 words] [Adventure] Just A Moment Of Your Time (Poetry) A heartfelt plea to all the readers of StoryMania ! Especially all the fellow writers! [128 words] [Self-Help] Just Being A Woman (Poetry) A poem about the difficulties of being a woman? [98 words] [Humor] Love From A Distance (Poetry) Short love poem written to my wife Margaret, while I was serving overseas in the Armed Forces,, way back in the early 1970's. [108 words] [Romance] Love's Vortex (Poetry) A poem for the special woman in my life. [141 words] [Romance] Mental Torture (Poetry) A short humorous poem on the mental torture of modern life. [166 words] [Humor] Modern Concrete Cowboy (Songs) Potential Country and Western Lyric? [535 words] My Invisible Friend (Poetry) A poem about the perception of things from a childs viewpoint. [185 words] Our First Kiss (Poetry) A poem of sweet memories. [66 words] Reflections On Life (Poetry) A short poem, written late at night, reflecting on the life and thoughts of a mature person.Wait for the twist at the end. [206 words] [Spiritual] Simply Love (Poetry) A love poem for my wife. [141 words] There's Monsters In My Bedroom! (Poetry) A poem about the visions of childhood and how adults should not ignore their reality. [181 words] Three Little Important Words (Poetry) Short and succint ! [50 words] [Romance] Trucker Tony (Poetry) A short poem on the 'joys ? ' of being a trucker. Written with thoughts of my son Tony, who is an international truck driver, hauling loads across the UK, France and Belgium. Keep on truckin' son! [249 words] [Travel] Years Of Love (Poetry) Another anniversary poem for you know who ! [100 words] [Romance] Your Local Sniper (Poetry) Freedom is often assumed but comes at a price that someone has to pay - someone just like you. [312 words]
Moor Good Mornings John Roberts
Mist rises up, like a wraith from a grave, From the sodden valley floor, As weak beams of early sunlight, Dapple shadows on the moor. Dripping scraps of fleece, of long gone sheep, Forlornly flutter, on rusted barbs of wire. Dark patches on the heather, Pungent smell of recent fire. Shadows chase, across the hills, Like spectres passing by, Reflections of cotton candy clouds, Dancing madrigals, as they cross the sky. The advancing sun, creeps along the valley, Re-warming life, casting out the dark. As a timorous fox, slides from it’s lair, It’s territory to mark. Water tumbles, tinkles, swirls, Along the valley’s river bed. Diamond flashes, jumping fish, On unsuspecting flies they’re fed. On the hillside, a distant farm, the sound of cattle, Full morning udders, give their mournful low. Soon wizened farmers, will be stirring Wakened by, the cocks so strident crow. The sun rises up, a disco ball, Of red and golden light, As morning breaks, across the moor, We have survived the night.
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