I have been writing poetry since my childhood and studied it, amongst other things, as part of my B.A (Hons) with the Open University. I was encouraged to write by my late father, H.A. Stevens, who was an amateur poet and artist winning many awards for his quirky style. For several years I organised and ran an Adult group studying poetry at a local library, many of the group had never written a word, they have now had 2 books of their collected poems published. I have published 3 booklets of my poems, one of which raised money for the Royal British Legion's 70th anniversary WW1, the last one I raised funds for UNICEF following Covid. I have since produced a small booklet of Christmas poems for my friends and family, many of which I have reproduced here.
A son sits by his father with questions in his eyes
The father looks down at his son, his pride he can't disguise.
There comes a time when every son must leave his father's care
and venture out into the world to see what happens there.
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Hundreds of people are dying
millions more are displaced
and we sit and watch in horror
as Putin destroys the Ukrainian race
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'Silence is Golden' the old wise man said
'Why' asked the little boy, tucked up warm in bed.
'I think it's boring' his little sister cried,
as she lay there in crumpled heap with Teddy by her side.
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My Mother was a special gem
not one you'd wear in a diadem
nor one you'd display in a solitaire
but a gem, none the less who knew how to care
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A Christmas Sonnet
"God rest ye merry Gentlemen" we hear the choir sing
in all the towns and villages church bells begin to ring
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