I was born in Ilford, Essex, United Kingdom in 1950. Married with two grown up sons.
Love Literature, History and Sport.
Lover of poetry from an early age.
The golden leaves of Autumn now are falling,crisp beds upon the forests dampened floor,Winters hand will soon be in the meadows,for Summers passed another year once more.Life is quiet and now the winds are stirring,sounds of distant cries upon the lake,Summertime seems lost and gone forever,But once again in spring it will aw... More..
MASTER OF DREAMSWhen at sleep you lie, I bring to you,soft music in the still of night,and with each whispered word I speak,I grant for you the dreams you seek.A thousand lanterns lights the gloom,a thousand ships uponthe sea,with every wave that breaks the shore,a dream I bring to thee.The past is but a breath away,so board ... More..
THE WAYFARERSit you down and listen lad,to what I have to say,I know I'm old and weary now,but once I had my day,I've traveled many a winding road,and many a beaten track,I've crossed the seas to foreign lands,and survived the great outback,I tell you lad I've seen some sightsall that a man might see,and what is more I would ... More..
THE THOUGHTS OF A SOLDIERWhy are we here upon this muddy field, amid the bloodywretchedness of battle.Herded together in this sodden wet hole, like god forsaken cattle.The day comes dreary across this empty scene, holes upon holes, of shell stuck grief, why are we here to suffer likethis, why this life we cherish, in this tim... More..
HERITAGEThrough town and village, across hill and dale, beside the flowing stream, the mark of history and of age of England's pass seen.Down path and road, and to the sea, to the margins of the land from north to south, and east to west, the thing that once had been.Green be the hills and fields around, marked by the hand of... More..
MAN'S BEST FRIENDDear Friend.In constant memory keep,beside me still in endless sleep,along the shore, down country lanes,within my heart you will remain,"Dear Sweet Old Timer, Faithful Friend".Though tears be shed on life's long path,you never failed to make me laugh,a paw in hand, a slobbery kiss,this in heart I truly miss.... More..
THE SEED OF LIFEThe flower blooms in summer,but with the winter fades and dies,but born anew life comes again,and the new will breathe a sigh.The seeds of life lay scattered,from whence the place they came,and so it is from age to age,life will come again,the trees will yield again,and bear their ageless fruit,for life spring... More..
ALL THE WORLDI'de give you All the world,if it were mine to give,the trees the flowers, the morning breeze,the sun that makes all live,the stars amid the heavens,that twinkle far above,But most of all my Darling,I give you all my love.The echo of a bird in song,a moonlit island bay,the running of a sparkling stream.through ti... More..
Inspired by words on plaque dedicated to Raymond HicksRAYMOND HICKS1914 - 1996Rest here a while, and gaze as I,and drift in silence,with the captured eye,upon the waves, that lap the distant shore,and feel the soft sea breeze,as I before,Rest here and listen,to the springtime song,though I've long left this place,my spirit he... More..
THE INNER EYEIn wanderings the mind can fancy free,to other climbs beyond our visions scan,to seek the dreams that lie,beneath torid seas,such scenes as these are the images of man.Imagine places webbed, and slient in the dark of night,the flickering shadows that of candlelight,a tranquil sea, a beach of pebbled white,Such ar... More..
Maxwell Dunlop
Fokestone, Kent GB
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