Where to start? ..........Born Paul Anthony Scott on 18 June 1968 and one of the last babes to be born at Bank Hall, Burnley, Lancashire, England.
What to say without sounding pretentious?
The usual childhood ambitions - Policeman, Footballer, Accountant (like Dad) . PopStar - now there's a thing. In my teenage bedroom I mimed voice and instrument. I wrote song lyrics that would, in later life evolve into my poetry.
I started writing when I was about 15. I stopped when I was about 20ish. I continued the fasting through the birth of my Sons in 1992 and 1999. In 2000, a friend suggested I start up again, and, I did with more meaning, more feeling, more vigour.
In May 2007, following the protracted breakdown of my marriage, I met a very special person who continues to have a massive impact on my life. I truely believe I have found the person I have been looking for all my life. For the first time, I feel contentment beyond belief, I feel loved beyond compare, I am finding me. On 31 October 2008, a baby daughter was borne of this love.
In May 2009, I was joined in matrimony to the love of my life (and became a Scott-Bates!) .
My first passion, music, has inspired my writing more than anything. My many lyrical and songwriting heroes have contributed to my current love of words - Martin L. Gore, Matt Johnson, Marc Almond, Rob Dougan, Maxi Jazz, George Michael, Louise Hart, Ian McNabb, Neil Hannon.........an endless list.
I write about normal things (I think!) . I like to write in an easily understandable and readable way.
If my poetry stirs any sort of emotion or feeling in the reader, then I have succeeded in my aim.
The Greenfield Cygnus
If you ever wanted silver then I always gave you gold.
If you ever needed comfort then I was there to hold.
If you ever asked for flowers, I would buy you a bouquet.
If you asked to cash tomorrow, I would give it you today.
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I have given the seed of life
I have feelings extreme
At my stage it feels so special
And with you
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The Lord is my Shepard
I shall not want
He makes me down to lie.
Then he destroys the world around -
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Hark now hear the Angels sing,
Jesus Christ was born today,
And He will sing for evermore, until
He’s blown this Earth away.
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