This is the blurb for my new book – Codas, Cadences and Clues:
This is my sixth book of poetry.
Poems of love, fury and wonder.
Poems of Beat, nature and awe.
Poems to laugh with and poems to provoke thoughts, dreams and anger.
Poems of life.
Poems of passion.
I am in this book.
What do you think?
These are a couple of other of my poetry books.
If you enjoy my poems or anecdotes why not purchase a paperback of anecdotes for £7.25 or a kindle version for free.
Or a book of poetry and comment:
Rhyme and Reason – just £3.98 for the paperback or free on Kindle
My other books are here:
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Opher-Goodwin/e/B00MSHUX6Y/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1457515636&sr=1-2-ent
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You are in every book, a picture always emerges.
That’s because I write what I feel. The good, bad and lots of the ugly.
And lots of “mind blowing bits” shall I say, never mind the ugly.
Oooh! I like mind blowing bits. That’s good. And you’re right – you can skip over the ugly bits.
I know you do/did there were never any boys/girls like that in my School.
I might have enjoyed your school. They probably would have chucked me out.
I have no doubt they would have, Catholic School they would have dragged you to the Priest. Sex was never discussed not even in the Leaving Class. No wonder there were so many frustrated Catholics. I was totally ignorant about sex.
I probably would have got on well at your school then.
You would have been an eye opener to them, looking at the book, you certainly would have been. They probably would have locked you up in the class.
They’d have loved me and decided to change everything. The school would have become a beacon of liberalisation.
That I doubt, they had a knack of making sure the only true path to life was the Catholic path – be good, be pure etc etc, why do you think I was screwed up all those years (and years and years), no the only beacon would be the way to a bloody frustrated life no liberalisation.
Not so sure I would have fitted in with that.
I have absolutely no doubt about that. Of course looking at it another way, what fun it would have been to have been converted and had fun in life and the future to look forward to.
I think if I had been converted I might not have had fun in life.
Do I need to answer that one, take a look at me, well you know.
You’re starting to live a little bit later than some! You’ve got to make up time!
I know, problems don’t help. Still can’t hear properly, both ears terrible it’s like speaking in an echo and I can barely hear anything. Had this head cold if that is what it is for weeks now. Make up time, I will never be able to do things I wanted to, what is left I shall have to enjoy won’t I and forget all the inhibitions I still have.
This ageing business is a bit of a bloody nuisance. Still we have to make the best of what we’ve got.
The mind is still young but the body well that says something else.
I know. Frustrating isn’t it.
Bloody unfair that’s what it is.
Youth is wasted on the young.
Yes it is, it’s sad that the mind sees more clearly wants more is much stronger in what we want and how it could have been.
Perspective of age.
Indeed
It’s a shame the body can no longer do what the mind wants it to do.
Right now I am forcing that old body to hoover, Easter Sunday most people legs up on sofa stuffing themselves with chocolate and I am trying to catch up with cleaning, don’t you just love to clean!!
You edit – I’ll clean!
I think I would like that.
Only twenty pages to go!
Have you finished?
Ten to go!
You have done very well.
Finished!!! Hooray!!!