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About me - Colin Ward

Living in Penzance, which is a historic Cornish coastal town, in the far SW of the UK.

Separated with 4 grown up children. We did have a fifth child, but sadly he took his own life two years ago, at the age of 23, and is greatly missed.

Part time worker

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Suicide: 2 of 486
A dinner waits in the oven, dry as tinder sticks.You hadn't come home for tea, at the normal time of six.I gave you a few calls, but only a ringing tone,And no reply to my message, asking when would you be home.Were you on the track, that runs around the bay,Set out rather late, forgot the time of day?Where was your note, say... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Regret: 5 of 300
NO PROPER GOODBYEBurnt in autumn's glow,the last page of your book,the bit where you say, goodbye,and turn, for one last look.I wish, that I had known,as we passed in the hall,that this was it, forever,and no more would you be home.Why didn't you say, my son,that demons, mined your head,and the pain, that they inflicted,was d... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Drug addiction: 7 of 303
DRINKING NAILS Rumors echo deep, in smudged, half empty glasses, Varnished tables creek, to same old sordid tales, whilst the malting dog, in his beer sodden spot, awaits his drooping master, to drink his last drop. Again tonight, it's just a tad too much. Like every night, there's a valid reason. Again tonight, it's just a... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death of a loved one: 24 of 599
A DEATH IN A SEASIDE TOWNWe celebrated our summer, as it crossed into the fall,One that made me wonder, if winter would come at all,But in that fateful stroke, it was over in a day,Deserted now the battered prom, under sky of violent grey.And wicked blows the wind, from a sea of tragedy,Her wretched spray of melancholy, washi... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Winter: 8 of 193
Winters' whip, she blew foul today, She bit through to the bone, She licked the flesh upon my frame, And turned it into stone. And riding on her tempest mare, The rain sure did come in, It spat and snarled, and didn't care, Whether good, or stoked with sin. The sun I haven't seen for days, No warmth has blessed my brow, The... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dying: 3 of 70
Freshly turned, crumbling sod,now marks this solemn spot.Sodden soil, an open wound,that only time, can soothe. Muddy footprints, by his deathly side,sunk as deep, as they are wide.Standing in the sodden grass,dressed in black, they bade their last.Duvet of flowers, a scented heap,covers a soul, in endless sleep.Stooping low... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Remembering: 14 of 267
Saturday night, every week, This is where we'd meet, On this baron parking lot, We'd live,love, and cheat. Here we would sit to sink, the spirit, and the ale, 'til it gave us the glitter balls, to go and chat to girls. I don't expect you to imagine now, amidst these puddles and stones, the shimmey shined hardwood floor, twi... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Saying goodbye: 24 of 455
A chill now surrounds us,missing our morning sun,Cruely clouded over,before his work is done,And though the drying winds,of an early autumn blow,A thousand tears will linger,to melt the winter snow.Feel no shame should you,feel the urge to cry.Believe in the eternal spirit,and he will be forever at your side.And forget the cr... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Self-reflection: 31 of 485
Unsteady be, this mortal ladder,You must keep moving, lest you fall,Some lucky stars make it, to the top,and many a poor soul, not far at all.For me, the top will never be,but I am high enough to see,which steps, I have blindly taken,that did nothing at all, for me.On the first few rungs of life,there's not too far to fall,an... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Enemies: 8 of 115
FOES IN MY HEADWith every soul, that closes in on me,I presume, the advance, of another enemy.All incoming deemed, to be a direct attack,as I journey through life, on a bumpy, pot-holed track.Take the hooded chav. Track suited peacock crow.Probably a nice bloke, who I should really, get to know.But I find my self menaced, by ... More..