Articles written by Royce Emley

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About me - Royce Emley

I was born in Wales GB, in 1941. I grew up after WWII in Lancaster, England, until my family immigrated to Canada in 1952. I was educated in Canada at a London; Ontario art school, H.B.Beal and became an accomplished artist. I started out my creative career

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Describe yourself: 2 of 294
I am pieces of matter, formed by genetic code from my fathers palletA mere copy of many forgotten fore fathers chromosomes and genesEnergy attached to all other things in endless space and timeHave molded me into this independent creative thinking mindI search for the connection to the universal intelligence of lifeSeeking an... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Humorous: 92 of 478
After days of needing some inspirationWith a lot of stress and perspirationI decided to sell my creative museSince, as of late he has been of little useI have no idea what I should askSince he takes naps while on the taskMy cat thought I was about to sell a mouseHe chased and followed me throughout the houseI tried to tell hi... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: People in our lives: 12 of 40
Growing up after the Second World War is what made me into a writer.I was born 8 days after Pear Harbor was bombed. My first recollectionwas my Dad was serving overseas in the armed forces and myMom worked as a teller at a Bank. I was left with two little old ladieswho lived next door in the apartment complex while she was at... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Being a loser: 9 of 30
Sex does not really mean a thingAt my age I would rather singI know when I forget to zip it downSome women get an awful frownThen when I forget to zip it upThey recommend I wear a cupI think God got it all so wrongHe should have made sex a songThen I could have had a joyful flingIf gals were allowed to hear me singI could hav... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Poets: 44 of 133
One morning, I happened on a divided path in a yellow woodThen realized, it was like the one where Robert Frost once stoodI stopped and stared afar, wondering which path I should takeMy view, was obscured, by the growth of the underbrush's rakeI looked for wear, on each trail, for trodden grass and brushFor others had surely ... More..
Creative Writing > Satire Satire: Work: 15 of 31
A life of writing can be funIt is not true that writing is a thankless job.Send your work out to publishers and it will be returned with many thanks.The very first thing I submitted to magazines was accepted by every one of them.It was a check for a subscription.The next thing I sent was a story stating I was not looking for ... More..
Health & Fitness > Dentistry (Other) Which dental decision is better for you: 3 of 6

Which dental desision was best for me? I suffered from bad teeth since I was young. It was not till years later that I learned that those born in North West England shared a gene pool that guaranteed I would suffer from soft enamel. All my relatives wore dentures. My great, great, great, great, etc., grand parents are buried ... More..
Personal Finance > Retirement When a baby boomer knows it's time to retire ...: 2 of 4
I knew it was time to retire when my wife gave my favorite suit to Goodwill and a teenager showed up at my door wearing it on Halloween night dressed as Al Capone.I knew when I threw away my alarm clock and let my bladder wake me up at 7am every morning.I knew when I mentioned Pearl Harbor to my Grandson and he said he had h... More..
Politics, News & Issues > US Immigration Green Cards applicants survival guide: 1 of 1
It has been almost 40 years since I immigrated to America. I was born in Wales, GB, then raised in Lancashire England until I was 10 at which time my family immigrated to Canada. I grew up and was educated in Ontario, Canada. After finishing school I applied to immigrate to America. I then spent the next 4 years visiting the ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Observations: 46 of 65
I sometimes climb a tree behind my houseWhere I watch the world and love to grouseUp in its branches I feel completely freeAs I watch people pass by from my treeEach tangled and caught up in some branch of lifeI have always tried to help those filled with strifeMy pictures and words have betrayed my viewsThe same as beauty an... More..